In a world where traditional roles are shattered, meet the enigmatic pair—Alpha and Omega. The Omega defies the stereotype of weakness, while the Alpha discovers he's not as omnipotent as he once believed. Forget about white fur, black fur, or any fantastical notions. In this reality, she doesn't cook, he does, and they both possess an unexpected allure that transcends the ordinary. There are no damsels in distress here, and crowns like "Alpha King," "Red Alpha," or other such titles are merely empty words. She's a rogue, and he's an alpha, but fate has a way of twisting expectations. Bonds form and bonds break, but who said they were meant for each other? Mates may come and go, but that doesn't define their worth. He doesn't require a Luna, and she has no use for an alpha. When the Alpha stumbles, it's the Omega who tends to his wounds. And remember, the Alpha and Omega here aren't bound by conventional gender norms. Buckle up for a story where "forever" takes on a whole new meaning. Discover their captivating journey in "Alpha and Omega," where the lines between strength and vulnerability blur, and destiny takes its unpredictable course. Don't miss out on the secrets that await. Enjoy the suspense!
View MoreThe familiar rush of adrenaline surged through me as my blade sliced cleanly through Bennett’s neck, his lifeless head hitting the ground with a dull thud.
I ignored the familiar throbbing headache that always followed the death of a pack member. Soon, the pain would worsen, crawling through my skull as the adrenaline faded, but it was worth it. Right now, only one thing mattered: the thrill of putting yet another rebellious pack member in his place.
Clapping my hands, I let the sound echo through the tense silence. As usual, I ignored the glares, looks of disgust, and stoic expressions. They didn't affect me and never would, no matter how much effort was involved. “Anyone else care to join him? I’ll make your death swift—I promise.”
But before the pack could react, a familiar voice cut in. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Mara.”
"Don't call me that," I sneered, finding Joe—my father’s mateless brother and the last person I wanted to see—pushing through the throng of pack members. Joe was one of those men who believed a woman’s place was either in the kitchen or in his bed, and, unfortunately, my pack respected him more than they should have.
They made way for Joe as if it were the alpha passing. Most, if not all, of my pack members thought he should be alpha because he was my late father's brother, but I disagreed. Being an alpha was my birthright, and not even Sleepy Joe could take that from me.
Joe never challenged me for the alpha title. Either he was afraid I would behead him in the process, or he thought the pressure would be too much and I would miraculously step down. He could dream all his life, but I didn't ascend the throne just to descend for some pathetic lowlife like Joe to take my place. I never liked Joe, and I didn't hesitate to show my dislike.
He reeked of rot, like old eggs, and his very presence grated on my nerves. I flashed him a dark grin. “Finally grown a spine, Joe?” I asked, smiling. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and I was feeling very dizzy. A feeling I didn't like after the adrenaline wore off. I usually blacked out, but I wasn't doing that today, not in front of Sleepy Joe.
His smirk faltered, but he recovered quickly. “Scared to lose, Alpha? You’ll submit to me eventually.”
I laughed, bitterly. “Try me. You’ve always been too weak to take the title by force.”
Before he could respond, Bradley burst into the arena, panting, his face ashen. “My lady, there was an attack on the clubhouse.”
My pulse spiked, but I kept my expression cold. I built that clubhouse to keep my people safe, not to watch it burn. “Details."
“It’s hard to say, my lady. Everything was calm, and then—there was fire everywhere. I barely made it out.”
"Any survivors?" I asked, keeping my breathing shallow.
He looked at the ground. “Only me.”
A strange chill crept over me as I took in his words. I was no stranger to rogue attacks, but something about this felt different. “Do you know who did it?”
“A rogue. We captured him, but he didn’t say a word. We thought you might…persuade him.”
I nodded, my jaw clenched. “Increase border patrol. No females or children outside pack boundaries.” With a curt nod to Bradley, I moved toward the dungeons, my heart pounding with an odd sense of foreboding.
The dungeons were beneath the arena. "Bradley?"
"Yes, my lady?"
"One more thing. Take care of that body, will you?"
His smile was tight-lipped, and he nodded as he went to attend to his father's body.
Most rogues that attacked the pack lands came in groups or sought their mates and werewolves who had been banished from their nearest pack for one reason or another. The ones I accepted obeyed my every command.
Lukas straightened up once he saw me. "He's a tough nut to crack, Alpha. He didn't even flinch when I threatened to cut off his tongue. And he won't stop smiling."
When on earth did smiling become a crime? I wouldn't know, since I barely smiled. They never smiled. They either frowned or had blank looks on their faces. I had a feeling this one wasn't going to be easy.
"No problem, Lukas. Go home to your wife. Do whatever mated couples do, and oh, wash your hands before you leave."
He nodded, his eyes silently asking me if I would be okay on my own, alone with this rogue.
I tell him to leave before making my way inside the cell, closing the door behind me.
I shouldn't have closed that door.
The rogue was bound, but something about him set my instincts on edge.
The rogue was strikingly tall and sinewy, his muscles lean yet powerful, evident beneath the battered and scarred skin stretched over him like hardened leather. His face was rough, marked by old scars slashing across his cheekbones and brow, and a jagged line snaked down from the corner of his right eye—a wound that looked like it should have taken his sight but somehow hadn’t. His jaw was strong, shadowed by a dark stubble that only accentuated his fierce features. His hair, a dark mass barely tamed into a low ponytail, had a slight wave to it, giving him an untamed, almost feral look.
Around his neck was a faded birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon, adding an oddly mystical touch to his otherwise brutal appearance. His chest was marred by both old scars and fresh welts, as though he’d survived countless battles but had never fully healed from any of them. Most noticeable was the jagged scar across his left pectoral, cutting through his nipple, a grim reminder of whatever life he’d led outside the pack.
He kept his eyes closed, but he knew I was there.
"I won't run away if that is what you are afraid of."
His voice is smooth. His pink tongue, (I can't believe Lukas wanted to cut it) ran over his bottom lip. His eyes remained closed.
"And why would I worry about you escaping? I wasn't the one who was beaten to a pulp."
"If dear old Lukas couldn't get anything out from me, what makes you think you can?"
"Well, for starters, I am the one who made you speak."
"Lies. I called Lukas a d*ckh**d because of his empty threats."
I rolled my eyes at him, not moving an inch.
"What do you want?"
"I think the question here is what do you want? Females usually don't come to me unless they want something from me."
I rolled my eyes at his comment. Egoistical arsehole.
"I do want something. I want to know why my clubhouse was burned to the ground."
"I was there, admiring the decor, and next thing I know there was a fire."
"I don't believe you."
"Fine. Suit yourself. It's not like I give a rat arse of what you think of me."
I am attempting a normal conversation with this, well abnormal man in hopes of getting him to talk. The stench that stuck with him is a clear message to anyone except for humans that he is a rogue. But to humans, he wears that bad-boy personality very well. I don't know why I am beginning to smell him. He stinks of burnt wood and the scent isn't nice, and that's a lot seeing that I am a wolf.
"It depends on your meaning of that word."
"Are you mocking me?"
"Should I?"
I scowl. "It is not fair if you keep answering my questions with a question."
"Life isn't fair sweetheart. I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to make small talk with me."
"You really should be afraid of me rogue. Most rogues I've come across, don't stay alive for this long."
"Most rogues. Well, it is a shame that I don't fit into that category. Don't you have anything other to do than question me?"
Talking to this guy was not a wise idea. He still hasn't opened his eyes and I secretly wonder why. His eyeballs moved underneath his lids, and he breathed slowly through his mouth. I don't know if it is the wolfsbane that Lukas had forced down his throat or a different matter entirely.
"Open your eyes."
He didn't respond, but he tilted his head to the side, which meant a no.
"Open your eyes," I repeated each word slowly, infusing my alpha tone into my voice. He does not submit.
He grinned, his voice that lazy drawl that made my insides squirm, his fingers playing with his nipple. I don't know why, but that action alone seemed to turn me on. Unconsciously, I rubbed my legs together. This has never happened before. It is a good thing his eyes are closed, so he wouldn't see how flushed my cheeks have become. I can't believe a rogue is making me feel this way.
"The alpha thingy doesn't work on me. Plus, you won't like what you will see."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He continued to play with his nipple, the scarred one, and I am watching him for a while, closing my legs tighter than before. My breaths continued in short pants as it became a little hot down there. His face is calm, and he is completely unaware of what he is doing to me. Once I am tired of him, I am getting laid.
His voice was unexpectedly smooth as he spoke without looking at me. “You won’t get anything from me.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Then why speak at all?”
He tilted his head, a faint smirk curling his lips. “Because I enjoy your attention, Alpha. And I’d hate for this to end…too quickly.”
An unwelcome heat coiled in my stomach, and I clenched my fists, my voice cold. “Afraid to open your eyes? Is that why you won’t look at me?”
He grinned, fingers idly tracing the scar on his chest. “Trust me, you wouldn’t want to see them. Promise to stop questioning me, and I’ll open them.”
There was something unnatural in his confidence, a hint of danger that thrilled and unnerved me in equal measure. Against my better judgment, I agreed, a dark thrill building as he slowly opened his eyes—
All I had to do was drive a stake through her heart and it would be all over. Father wouldn’t have to make the trip. The burden on our heads would be gone, and things would go back to being normal. The only disadvantage of her death, would be mine, and that of our son. Our son. I don’t want him to die, but he has to. I had to choose, and I chose her. But what does it matter now? I have been asked to kill her, and it would be treason on my path if I let her live. My weapon was sharpened, and all I had to do was kill her and be done with it. A slit at her throat or a stab to her heart. She wouldn’t see it coming, my blade, not when she’s fast asleep at the sweetheart garden, the moon casting a soft glow over her peaceful face. It’s funny that she can sleep so peacefully after the stunt she pulled. I envied her for a moment, envied her ability to sleep despite the shit that was happening around her. I jumped down from the horse, landing on my feet swiftly. Whipping out my blade, I
Yes, there's a sequel for the book after all. I advise that you follow my Facebook page, Cool Lette, to know when this sequel will be available on Goodnovel. Now, enjoy the synopsis, and a little insight.Synopsis:Chaos.It has always been around, shimmering within the surface, waiting for someone or something to break the surface and set it free.And I just happened to be the perfect someone.I never meant to do it; it just sort of happened. Somehow, I had managed to set Sycamore free from the mental cage Sia had sentenced him to.And now, Ruarc’s surrender to his Lycan was also my fault. Honestly, taking the blame wasn’t going to change the fact that I have broken the surface.Chaos is here and I’m afraid it has come to stay.*****"I want her dead."These four words, spoken with chilling determination, sliced through the frigid air of the Icelands like a sharp blade. The speaker, Thjis, whose eyes were once filled with compassion, now harbored an unrelenting verdict that sent shiv
“Do you want me to beat him for you?” A chuckle escapes my lips as I walk further down, toward the balcony. The wind hit me with full force and I held onto the railing to keep myself from falling. I could see the streets from up here and I was amazed at the snow-blanketed roofs and the Christmas lights that connected the residential houses. People walked in groups, chatting and laughing, unbothered by the snow that fell from the skies. It reminded me of Bluestone. Not the snow, but the unity among people. I sigh as Lukas’ letter comes to mind. I need to go back, but how? Thjis wouldn’t let me go easily, nor will Dogara, especially now I’m pregnant with her grandchild. Ugh! Everything is so messed up. Things can never go back to normal, so I am just going to make the most out of it. “No, I don’t need you to beat him for me Mujin.” “You sure? ‘Cause it seemed like you wanted to bury your fist in his face.” “Yeah, I want to but…” “But nothing. Do it Crinka. Maybe it will make you ha
“My lady, please forgive me.”I took another selfie, (the shit is amazing), uninterested in Mila’s apology.She had been apologizing since morning. Well it’s still morning, but I haven't answered her. Why can’t she take the hint and just let me be?The other concubines had left for the cathedral and now it just remained the servants, my entourage and I. I was a bit surprised that ‘Lady Igrith’ didn’t ask her guards to bound me up and drag me to the cathedral. But then again, I suppose she doesn’t want to get on Ruarc’s bad side.Speaking of entourage, where the fuck is Mujin?I have a lot of questions to ask him, but I haven’t seen him since. Mila might know where he’s hiding since she served him breakfast, but I didn’t want to talk to her. Talking to her means I have forgiven her, and I didn’t want to think I have. Sighing, I face my handmaiden and friend, calling her out, “Mila?”“Yes, my lady?”“Apologize one more time, and I’ll rip out your tongue, regardless of our shaky friendsh
A bead of sweat rolled down her back, and Dogara was surprised at the new feeling. She hadn’t broken a sweat in a thousand years, and it took climbing up a mountain top to do so. Heaving a sigh, she stared at the blanket laid out on the top, taking in the picnic basket. She hadn’t seen one in a thousand years. She definitely needed to start leaving the Icelands more.A gust of wind blew, knocking her off her feet. She would have fallen off, if Zikur didn’t catch her when he did. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and Dogara tingled from where he touched her. This was madness. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way, but she couldn’t help but wish he wouldn’t let go. She realized then, that she liked it when he touched her.Shaking her head to get rid of the thought, she stepped out of his arms, and faced him.“Why did you bring me here?”“I thought we could enjoy the view together. I mean, haven’t you ever wondered what your lands would look like from a mountain top?”She ha
“Zora, how many hours left to breakfast?”The young maid paused and glanced at the clock. “Two, my princess.”“Do you think that’s enough to know about someone?”, Waxlyn asked.“Depends on the person, my princess.”“It’s Gales.”“Oh. Why would you want to know more about a farmhand’s son my princess?”Waxlyn eyed her. “Is questioning your princess what you’re being paid for?”Zora shook her head, eyes glued to the floor. “No my princess. Sorry, my princess.”Waxlyn rolled her eyes. “I’ll try on the dress later. There’s somewhere I have to go first.”She dashed out of the room and rushed up to the attic, ignoring the servants’ look as she passed them. The chair he frequently warmed was empty so she decided to check if he was in the library. A zap of electricity shot up her arm once she touched the door knob.hissing, she retreated, massaging her affected arm.“You royals never learn, do you?”She turned around as he appeared form the shadows. He leaned against the railing and she took h
The tequila only made her miserable.Setting aside the empty glass cup, she walked over to the fridge and opened it, shocked to find it empty. She checked the freezer and was surprised to find it empty as well.What the actual fuck?She stormed into his room unannounced and Massa looked up from the magazine he was reading.“What happened to all the blood?”Massa feigned ignorance as he sat up. “What blood?”She glared at him. “Don’t be stupid Massa. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”“No, I don’t.”“The fuck Massa! I’m goddamned hungry and there’s no single bag of blood in the kitchen! How the fuck did that happen?”“I don’t know.”She rose a brow. “What the fuck do you mean by you don’t know? Only you and I have been here. I don't know what happened to the blood, which means you should know.”“Honestly, I don’t.”She groaned. “Massa!”He rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the magazine. “You know, there are other ways to expel the hunger.”She glared at him. “If you
The sun was not yet up in the sky by the time Mila woke me up from sleep. Yawning loudly, I glared at her as I sat up in bed.“Good gracious, Mila. Why have you woken me up this early? Classes with the princess begins after she has had breakfast and that is by 9am!”“I’m very sorry my lady. I just wanted you to use the bathhouse first.”“Use the bathhouse first? What do you mean? Is there only one bathhouse in this palace?”“Yes, my lady, which is why I want you to use it first. The other concubines have their bath by five a.m. and seeing that you’re not yet comfortable in their midst, I woke you up by four, so that you can get clean before them.”“And why can’t I do it later? You know, when I feel like?”“I’m afraid not, my lady. Lady Igrith closes the bathhouse once it’s time for breakfast.”Closes? Is it a shop or something? “And when is breakfast time?”“By eight, my lady.”“Just how many concubines are there that they need three hours to dress up?”“They don’t use three hours to
Preet. Preet.Wilhelm rolled in his bed as he pried his eyes open. Who the fuck was calling him this late a t night? He stretched out his arm and reached for his phone. Popping himself up on his elbow, he read the caller ID, cursing hard when he realized who it was.Why the heck didn’t she call him since? Why now, when he was tired?Sighing, he answered and put the phone to his ear.“Leira, what is it now? I told you to never call me at night.”“I was really worried about you. Willy, don’t you think it’s time you came home?”Wilhelm didn’t consider that gigantic palace as his home, but he wasn’t ready to tell Leira that. “My name is Wilhelm, not Willy. Besides, I did tell you that I would only return after my position as the Crown Prince has been secured. So, if you’re calling to say this, end this call at once.”She sniffed. “Your cruel words affect me. Surely you mustn't plan on leaving me here all alone.”He bristled. “You’re not alone. My sisters are there, my brother as well.”“N
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