All Chapters of AN OMEGA'S REVENGE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"Now, tell me about Lexie." He'd known the time would come sooner or later, but it didn't make Marcus dread it any less. His gaze remained on the ceiling, but the sigh he heaved and the melancholy in his voice exposed just how bad he was feeling. "What do you want to know?" He asked. "I'm not sure." Just like him, Luisa didn't stop looking at the ceiling, her voice just as solemn. "I suppose I'd like to hear everything there is to know." Marcus didn't reply immediately. He hadn't exactly prepared a speech to recite to Luisa, but even as he lay there, he wasn't thinking of what he'd say. He simply enjoyed the peace the silence provided, because he doubted he would be able to feel this relaxed in a long time. "I met her randomly," When he did start speaking, he started his story from the beginning. "at one of the Lycan's clubs. She was acting suspicious and I picked an interest. Basically, she whacked me in the head with a bag, but I knew instantly. There was somet

The truck at the Knight family villa surprised Derek. There was nothing wrong with it per se. It appeared absolutely normal with its unmarked red cart and large black wheels. What roused his suspicion was the fact that it was parked at the mansion's private driveway. Not many outsiders knew of the hidden road, as it connected to a secluded part of the house. The tale was that the alpha's grandfather had built it in case the family ever needed to escape their home. And what was worse, the truck was being controlled by humans. Two men in blue overalls loaded plain carton boxes into the vehicle, while another sat behind the wheel. They got the boxes from a garage, which in turn was connected to a part of the mansion that was off-limits. There was no doubting it—these boxes were being moved secretly. For a good second, Derek pondered if he should approach the men, but after a second thought, he resolved that he simply had to discover what they were doing.On noticing his approach, the me

The sound of the door clicking open made Belinda look away from the mirror and turn towards it. As she had been expecting company, her lips curved as she spotted Lexie entering the apartment. Her fingers were working on pinning the gold-plated earrings onto her ear, and her eyes instinctively went to the shopping bag the other woman was carrying. On confirming Lexie had brought what she'd asked for, her smile widened. "That was quick," Belinda remarked, now clamping gold bracelets around her wrist. "Did you run to the store?" "To be accurate, I took a cab, but that's a close enough second." Lexie took her joke way too seriously. "Here you go." Belinda took the bag Lexie handed to her. Reaching into it, she took out a small cuboid box and removed the lid. Inside was a pair of beautiful heeled, gold sandals. Belinda felt relief at seeing the new shoes. At the very last minute, her old gold shoes had failed her, the sole coming apart as she'd put them on. That had shot a strok

Sweet Linda... Belinda's fingers flew to her face, and she confirmed the golden mask was still in place. How had he recognized her, then? She asked herself. More importantly, how did he know her name? She was certain she'd never set eyes on him before. It had to be damn near impossible to forget someone that unsettling, wasn't it? But it seemed he knew her. Her eyes narrowing, she fixed the mysterious man in the navy blue suit with an icy stare. "You know me." It was more of a statement than a question, and it made the man's smile broaden. "That flimsy disguise could never fool me. I could recognize you anywhere, dear. And anytime." His voice dropped an octave at the last word, giving it meaning, a meaning Belinda didn't understand. "I don't know you." She stated bluntly. "I suppose that was the agreement." Flattening one hand over his chest and fisting the other at his back, the man gave her a mock bow. "Let me introduce myself again. I am Maddox Hawkmore, at you

Draven heard the footsteps approach long before he heard the knock. He didn't turn as the door swung open, instead focusing on unbuttoning the front of his white cotton shirt. He didn't need to, because even under the thick floral perfume, he could smell the scent of the woman at the doorway. Belinda Knight stood with her arms folded, her hips leaning on the doorpost. She looked ethereal in her seductive royal blue nightwear, her silky hair left to fall about her shoulders, its black shade gleaming in the moonlight. Draven heard her breath hitch as he turned to her, saw her pupils dilate despite the darkness. She gazed hungrily at the patch of bare chest she could see through his parted shirt, her eyes then quickly running down his muscular form. He too, looked her over. The flimsy excuse of a gown she was wearing loosely draped over her curves, leaving little to the imagination. It exposed most of her thighs and dipped at the neckline so her breasts were barely covered. As the dress