18+ A BANISHED OMEGA, A TRAFFICKING RING, & A RUTHLESS LYCAN KING! 19 years old Brielle Warren has never had life easy for her. Right from birth and all through her teenage life, she has been scorned by the pack members, who hates her father, the cruel Alpha King who rules over them. However following his tragic death, Brielle is soon banished from the kingdom and she is sold to slave traders by her father's best friend Blacko Shawn. Auctioned as a sex slave, Brielle’s life changes for the worst when she is bought by a ruthless Lycan King - Alpha Darius, a man with the same attribute as her horrible father, and her life changes for the worst... ....... After the death of his first love Eve, Alpha Darius changed drastically. Obsessively attracted to women, who look exactly like Eve, he buys them, takes the ones that matches his desires and treats them as submissives. There is one rule though, they are never to fall in love with him and vice-versa. Everything changes when he comes into contact with Brielle, at the auction ring, and then comes the realization that she is his second chance mate. Will he finally be able to fall in love with this mysterious green eyed woman? Will he let his cold heart open once more to the warm hands of love? Well, let’s find out!
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Banished! Banished! Banished!Brielle looked down at her tattered clothes, and those were the only unruly words she heard.As she was led out of the pack house, she was dragged, propelled, scorned, and had objects thrown at her.Brielle wandered past a few buildings and little cabins, watching as random elderly females and male pack members trooped hastily out of their tent, hoping to catch a glimpse of her in her helpless state.She knew they were aware of what was going on, but the surprised expressions on some people's faces indicated that they were also curious about what was going on.Tears streaming down her face, swiping roughly at her face, Brielle recalled the events of the past few hours.Everything was like a scene from a movie, and she was still convinced that it was all a dream and that she would wake up sooner or later, but this was reality, and it was staring her down.Barely a few hours ago her tyrant of a father, Cassius Warren, had kicked the bucket and was no longer in existence, as he had finally succumbed to the cold hands of death.The house where he lived had been mysteriously attacked and burned to the ground by unknown invaders, and it was still a mystery to her how she had survived the ordeal.Her father had died, leaving her alone in this cold, harsh world, not that he had made it any better while he was still alive.Now, the pack members and the people her father had treated lowly therein, the vicious pack members who scorned and hated her, had chosen to loom their resentment and hostility on her at the slightest juncture.She was supposed to be mourning her deceased father, but here she was, being dragged around the pack house like a pig.With no one to defend or fight for her but herself, fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, her face changing to one of pain and pity as she recoiled her arms around her torso.Brielle sobbed in grief and distress as everyone around her scowled and made fun of her wobbly legs, unsteady figure, and mess of a body."Isn't she the solitary daughter of Cassius Warren, the wealthy crook?""Oh! Yeah! She's the buck. A lowlife Omega and a weakling! She should be killed too...""She's awfully a pushover! She is nothing..."She could hear the vile things they were saying about her, and she struggled to say something, probably to beg or utter some words of plea, but her chapped lips were sore, and her throat stung so badly from her earlier whines.Her strawberry-red hair was scattered across her face, and narrow shoulders, and the nagging cold had her shivering in pain and cold.She was putting on a black smudged hoodie, which was supposed to protect her from the cold, but it did nothing of the sort.Her black trouser, which matched her pale hoodie, was scratched, affecting her lap and knees.Her feet were adorned by white floppy slippers, which no longer possessed that striking white shiny color, having been renovated and recolored with brown mud due to the heavy men dragging her around.Was it her fault she was born into her family?Was it her fault that a man known for his tyranny and beastliness was fated to be her father? All of these questions she asked herself as she sniffled, her hands wiping away at her eyes as she sobbed uncontrollably.Or was it her choice to be a loner, someone without friends and relatives, and this was what gave the pack members enough morale to treat and dine her like garbage? She inquired once more, flipping her hair away from her face.The only person she had in all her life, the well-known, notable, and affluent Cassius Warren, who was her father, was now dead, and she was now alone in this world.She could hear the murmurs of the pack members, both young and old, cursing at her and thrashing her out like an unwanted guest.She could hear the insults, laughter, and scorn directed at her.Nonetheless, she accepted everything.Brielle, surprisingly, was not stunned or outraged by these unexpected prosecutions.The only thing she was wailing about, the only thing that broke her heart, was how unloved and undesirable she had felt her entire life.Following her mother's death during childbirth, her father, the tyrannic ruler and Alpha of Wolfsbane pack had been her only relative.The fact that her father was wealthy, renowned, and had everything at his disposal must have been a delight to her, as she was supposed to be content having such an eminent figure in her life who would uphold her through the ordeals she faced in the pack, and all that, but the opposite had been the case.He was no less different than they were.He had even named her Dolores, which meant "pain," after accusing her of murdering her mother.He called her a weakling, a curse to his generation, and he had treated her worse than anyone else, and when he was still alive, she wondered if he was really her father, but he was...She had his unusual red hair color and, by all appearances, the beauty of her mother, so she was without a doubt his daughter.Another reason why he hated her and treated her like shit was because he beheld her a chagrin, and he despised her for being a pushover and coward.She was so frail, he said, and she never acted like someone he had given birth to.She wasn't very strong, and she didn't keep her position as the daughter of a highly reputable man.Brielle miserably held up her orifices, her hoodie well on her face, as she raised her face forward to view the landscape of the land border.The border that separated their pack from the other pack, and regardless of the wild yelling and profanity she was hearing from the pack members behind her, Brielle raised her eyebrows, confused as she had no idea what was happening again.Yes, she had been expelled, but...She noticed cars from a distance.Brielle noticed an old van stationed near a sporty red car near the border. Then she noticed a few men standing by the vehicles, and straining her eyes even more, Brielle recognized one of the men in the crowd, and her mouth opened in shock because it couldn't be, but it was.Blacko Shawn, her father's best friend, stood still from a distance, probably with a smirk.A sharp gasp escaped her fragile pinkish lips, her eyelids dilated slightly, and she muttered slowly in disbelief, "No, no, it can't be."However, it was...BRIELLE'S POVHer heart fluttered like a flower picked from a peaceful garden. Brielle searched for words to convey how she felt as Darius hoisted her up the floor. Euphoria. Joy. Thrill. Delight. Excitement. Surprise. Yes. These words clearly defined the situation, but there was more going on. Something deeper. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Perhaps she didn't know what word to use, but it wasn't happiness. It was more than that. "My love. Mine, all mine..." Darius repeated in her ears as he twirled her around. After a few minutes, he dropped her back onto her feet.Brielle remained still for a moment, attempting to regain her breath. Her mind buzzed with so many different thoughts, and she felt dizzy and possibly lightheaded from all the dancing, but that didn't stop her from stretching her toes and kissing Darius on the cheek."How are you feeling?" Darius asked, and she replied. “I feel on top of the world. Or maybe I'm already flying through it; I have no idea
A MONTH LATERDARIUS' POVThe banquet went better than Darius had anticipated.He had hoped for a low-key and personal ceremony in which he could deliver the glad news to his people and seal the everlasting union with his partner, but the event planners had other ideas. They'd gone over and aboard, and he surprisingly approved. Every area of the castle was artistically ornamented with gold and scarlet decorations. Everything was stunning, from the beautiful wall tapestries to the intricate floral arrangements, and the crystal chandelier glowed like a light in the hall's center. It was ethereal. Just like the woman for whom this entire charade was intended. Darius smiled as he continued to glance around. His gaze swept through the guests in the room, mingling, drinking, and speaking in groups. He also watched the servants rushing around carrying platters, refilling drinks, and doing almost anything to keep the party going. Finally, his wandering attention was interrupted by the mo
BRIELLE’S POVThere wasn’t a force more powerful in the universe than love. At least, that was what Brielle was thinking as she watched Darius dress in front of the mirror.Her lips watered as he flexed his muscles to remove the white shirt that hugged his body's curves.They had both healed, and all that remained were the scars. Though as memories converged in her head, she nearly let out a whimper. She’d gone through a lot, and damn! Anytime she remembered the whippings, electric shocks, cold water dousing, and even days she went without food, tears streamed down her cheeks. It wasn't easy to forget what had happened, but with Darius, it was becoming easier than she had expected. He was at her side throughout the recovery process, and she couldn't have asked for anything more. "Like what you see?" Darius smirked, interrupting Brielle's thoughts.He was looking at her through the mirror, and when their eyes met, her cheeks flushed. She looked away."Umm." She murmured and said n
DARIUS POV Darius walked carefully down the corridor with his guards in tow. He’d woke up a few hours earlier, and all he could think about was seeing Brielle. The dream from the day before continued to torment him, keeping him half-awake all night. Now, all he wanted was to see and hug her tightly. Then he’d apologize for how he had neglected her—the anguish he'd caused her by not being present when she needed him most. And maybe she'd forgive him. But would she? The inexplicable torture she went through in Draken Havix's hands, as well as his irresponsible choice to send her out into the wild, was nothing short of horrific. It was unforgivable, and Brielle deserved much better. She deserved more than to be with a man like that. He was a coward and an idiot who couldn’t even admit that she had transformed him from who he used to be to a better person. But then, he was also a selfish fool, so he wouldn’t let her go. Not in this lifetime or the next. Regardless of these thought
SOME DAYS LATERBRIELLE'S POV Her eyelids fluttered slowly, and Brielle groaned softly as a dull pain throbbed through her temples. It took a few more attempts before she could open them properly, and eventually, they slid wide enough for her to see where she was.Brielle had to squint a little until her eyes adjusted to the light, which was in stark contrast to what she was used to - dim lighting, quiet, and empty space. 'Where was she?' She frowned and pondered, 'How did she get here?'.She tried to push herself up into a sitting position but froze when a sharp pain shot through her skull again."Damn it." She muttered quietly, lifting a hand to her forehead, only to discover that it was attached to something, and she could not move it. "Fuck! Where am I?" She cursed aloud and, with her eyes roaming, began taking inventory of the room. And that's when she noticed it. The familiar curtains dangling from the windows. The dark red couches facing one another, and gold-plated side ta
BRIELLE'S POVBrielle's eyes opened and shut as she slipped into and out of consciousness.Her entire body hurt; her head ached, and her chest was on fire. Her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything, and her eyesight was fuzzy.She could only hear noises, low whispering voices that appeared to come from all directions simultaneously. She could also feel soft wisps of cool breeze on her skin, confirming that she was outside.She wasn't in that terrible cell anymore, being tortured by those evil men.But if she wasn't present, where was she? She remembered sprinting through the palace hallways, looking for a way out, but then...She slowly began to recollect what happened after that. Her memories were returning slowly. Brielle had planned to flee once the guards left, with the cell door open and the key having fallen out of their pocket by accident. She remembered scanning left and right to ensure she didn't knock into anyone. It seemed strange how empty the hallways were.She
DARIUS POVDarius fought with all of his strength. He hit and punched, channeling his inner strength until Draken was a bloody mess.Earlier, when Draken had transformed into a wolf and leaped at him, Darius had been prepared for it. His fangs and claws had sharpened, and he’d transformed into his lycanthrope wolf form. He rarely shifted, but when he did, he wasted no time. As a Lycan, he would always be faster than his opponent and better equipped to catch his prey. So when the man attacked, Darius didn't even think about what he could do. His beast form had switched to autopilot, and its instincts took over. He'd scarcely noticed anything when he attacked. He only felt the pain of the punches and strikes, which weren't too severe because he wasn't on the receiving end of them. Draken, on the other hand, was severely beaten. His hairy face was matted with blood, and there were several large gashes all over his body. At this point, he wasn't even fighting back, just squirming and
BRIELLE'S POV"What is happening?" Brielle overheard the question, as many guards entered the cell with troubled expressions."There is a very big problem." One of them spoke, and despite her weakness, Brielle managed to stretch her ears enough to hear what they were saying. "Which is? Can someone fucking talk to me?" Another guard inquired, and the whip in his hand tumbled to the floor. It fell with a resounding thud, and the sound echoed off the cell walls.The air seemed to cool even more. The room was silent for a long time until one of the guards spoke up again. "Master Draken and Lord Darius are…"Brielle's heart sank when she heard Darius's name."Goodness gracious please, let nothing happen to him…" The words came out of her mouth unexpectedly, almost in prayer, and a stray tear streamed down her left cheek. The guards resumed discussing, but this time in quiet tones, as if frightened Brielle would hear them. It irritated her, and she wanted to yell. She wanted to question t
BRIELLE'S POV "Please…" Brielle begged and screamed at the top of her lungs, but the guards did not stop. The more she pleaded, the more the torture increased, and they continued to whip her body with their batons.But she understood why this was happening. Darius was here again. He'd arrived yesterday, and while she hadn't seen him, the rate at which her torture had risen was clear evidence of this. Her agonizing yells were intended to convey a message to Darius. Draken was using it as a tactic to demonstrate that he still had the upper hand and leverage. Brielle's heart wrenched painfully as she thought of the wicked older man who held her captive. A shiver ran down Brielle's spine as she remembered their talk from last night.He'd informed her that Darius still loved her, and despite her misery, she couldn't deny that his words had given her hope. Even when he made insulting jokes about her and Darius's deaths, a small part of her brain ignored the unpleasant words and focused
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