All Chapters of The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anabelle Mixon – An intruder in my plans? The night was perfect. Every detail of the Winter Ball had been meticulously planned to impress. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, music echoed softly through the air, and the scent of expensive wine mingled with the sweet fragrance of flowers arranged in every corner of the grand hall. But honestly? None of it mattered to me. The only reason I was here, dressed like a true goddess, was him. The Supreme Alpha. With each passing year, my patience grew thinner. Ever since I could remember, he was all I ever wanted. He was my goal. My destiny. Yet, he had always kept me at a distance. Since childhood, I had done everything to stay close to him. I followed him through the palace corridors, watched his training sessions, tried to invite him on outings… But he never looked at me the way I wanted him to. Never. And now that I was a woman, there were no more excuses. No man had ever resisted my charms, my allur

Alesha Stokes — Murder? I took a deep breath, trying to calm the boiling blood in my veins. I needed to get a grip. This was my chance to get closer to him, to learn more about him… But if I kept acting like this, I’d lose everything before I even got started. I straightened my posture, smoothing the folds of my dress with trembling fingers. I had to stick to the plan. I had to be smart. But damn it… why did everything always have to go wrong for me? I forced myself to focus on my work, but the sound of the door opening and closing along with the movement of the servants who kept coming and going was distracting me. When I turned around angrily, I saw the guard from before approaching.What did he want with me now? At the sight of him, the servants began to leave one by one, as if the mere scent of trouble had scared them off. Only two remained in the kitchen, but they were too busy whispering to each other, casting sideways glances in my direction. My body tensed as the g

Alesha Stokes — Cornered.The sound of the party reached me, muffled. Laughter. Conversations. Music. But I was here, alone, curled up in the corner of that cramped little room. The scent of soap and damp wood lingered in the air, contrasting with the refined, sophisticated aromas that probably filled the grand hall. That world wasn’t meant for me. I never belonged here. I closed my eyes and, for a brief moment—taking in the only bit of "peace" I’d had since arriving at the palace—I thought of the forest. The cold wind brushing against my skin… The dry leaves rustling beneath my paws… The scent of damp earth after the snow melted away. There, I was free. Free to run without worry. Free to hunt, to howl at the moon without fear. I remembered the first time I caught a bird. The nights I curled up in the dry grass to sleep. The way the stream water trickled over my snout—crisp, pure, refreshing. A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips. Maybe I was born for this

Matthew DawolfSomething was wrong with me.Very wrong.My eyes were still on her. And even when I tried to look away, my entire body refused to obey. I was fighting—against myself, against my wolf.That thing... that presence inside me that had always been under my control, chained and obedient, was now growling beneath my skin like a starving beast. Ready to break free. Ready to devour.Never... never had this happened before.Other women had tried to seduce me before.. I had felt desire. But this? This was far from anything normal.It felt like a heat cycle—but worse. More intense.The first time I saw Alesha… scared and embarrassed in my bathroom… I knew something was different. Something pulsed inside me, shifted. But I ignored it. I thought it was just the fire of my age, the peak of my instincts, just my body telling me it was time to mate.Nothing more.But then came the ball. That disgusting old man talking to her like she was a commodity. The mere thought of someone touching

Alesha Stokes — Step 3, Last Chance to Stay in the PalaceI spent almost the entire night scrubbing that damned floor.With every drop of wine I wiped away, it felt like a piece of last night faded with it. But that wasn't enough.There wasn’t a mop in this world that could erase the feel of his touch from my skin. No amount of water in that kitchen could wash away the memory of his mouth trailing down my thighs.Those memories were etched beyond my body, they were embedded in my soul.By the time only a few hours remained before sunrise, I dragged myself back to my room.Every step hurt.My body was exhausted, the scent of soap still clinging to my hands, my eyes burning from a night without sleep. I collapsed onto the small mattress, pulling the thin blanket over my body.I shut my eyes. But my mind refused to turn off.The images came in flashes—his red eyes, his rough voice, the heat of his touch, my ragged breathing... and then... his escape.Was it real?Or had my mind played o