Omega Slave to Hybrid Queen
Rebel was born a disgrace. She heard it every time she was around her pack. Her mother, Amber was mated to the great Alpha Trevor Teller. However, no one knew she had an affair with their enemy, a Hunter. Not just any Hunter, the creator of the Hunters. A powerful Warlock, Dakota Unser.
When Rebel was born, her father said she was trouble. He wanted a male heir, so he rejected his mate of 5 years and kicked them out of the pack.
Her mother treated Rebel as a slave. Born of Alpha blood but reduced to an Omega. Now back in her mother’s pack, she is a slave. Dreaming constantly of a mate who would come rescue her from this life.
She finally meets her mate, but is his best friend really just a friend or were there promises made before her? Who's side will he take the best friend that's bullying his mate he has known forever, or the abused mate he just met?
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Chapter: Chapter 26: The Moon Does Not ForgetThe moon rose full and merciless, hanging over the Obsidian Palace like a watching god that was ancient, cold, and entirely unimpressed by the frantic excuses of mortals. It cast a silver sheen over the jagged peaks of the ridge, turning the dark stone into something that looked like frozen smoke. By Alpha decree, the summons had gone out before the first hint of dawn, carried on the wind by runners whose faces were pale with a sudden, sharp dread. No wolf questioned the call. No wolf delayed their arrival. The command carried the absolute authority of Elijah, braided tightly with something far darker and more final than a simple pack meeting. This was a mandatory assembly under Moon law, under Alpha judgment, and most importantly, under the weight of an uncomfortable truth that the pack was finally being forced to swallow.By the time the Great Court began to fill, the air itself felt compressed, as though the mountain were holding its breath in anticipation of a landslide. Warriors
Last Updated: 2026-04-13
Chapter: Chapter 25: The Echo of the Broken BondThe first light of dawn did not bring warmth to the Obsidian Palace. Instead, it filtered through the high, arched windows of the guest wing like pale, accusing fingers, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air. Rebel stood by the window, her forehead pressed against the cool glass. She had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard the echo of Elijah’s roar and the devastating finality of his doubt. The silver mark on her skin felt heavy, a physical weight that reminded her of a destiny she no longer felt certain she wanted. The bond, once a source of heat and light, now felt like a frayed rope vibrating with the tension of a thousand unspoken hurts.‘He believed her,’ she thought, her fingers tracing the jagged lines of the obsidian sill. ‘He looked at me, his fated mate, and he saw a monster. He saw the very things Tahlia wanted him to see. He did not look for the truth because it was easier to follow his fury.’The palace was unnervingly quiet. The fra
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Chapter: Chapter 24: A Queen Among Wolves, A Snake in the ShadowsElijah’s palace rose from the ridge like a dark crown forged from stone and oath. Obsidian walls laced with veins of silver reflected moonlight in fractured shards, making the structure appear alive, watchful, and eternal. This was not merely a residence; it was a declaration. It was a place built by generations of Alpha Kings to withstand war, magic, and betrayal alike. Now, it belonged to a Queen who had never asked for it. Rebel stood at the threshold, her breath hitching as the sheer magnitude of the Obsidian Palace pressed against her senses. The air here was different. It tasted of ancient pine, cold stone, and the sharp, metallic tang of dormant magic.Rebel walked beside Elijah through the grand hall, her footsteps echoing softly against polished marble that looked like a mirror of the night sky. The ceiling arched high overhead, carved with symbols of ancient packs and long dead rulers who had once believed themselves unassailable. The weight of their history felt heavy on he
Last Updated: 2026-04-13
Chapter: updatehey guys I am sorry I haven't posted my oldest child's dad was shot and killed and we have been trying to help my son process it the best we can, plus help his mom get the funeral set up and granted permission to leave hospice to be able to attend it's and it's putting a strain on my current relationship because I am having to do all this work for an ex but all that work isn't for my ex but my child not my fault the man didn't have a woman after I left him and they have no other family to help her plan it and get her out of hospice ok rant over sorry but I will get back to posting Monday March 16th with 2 chapters for all 3 of my books I have open
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Chapter: Chapter 23The Queen AscendsThe forest clearing glowed under the cold, watchful light of the moon.Silver spilled through the canopy in broken shards, catching on fur, steel, and wary eyes. The trees cast long, jagged shadows across the ground, stretching like claws toward the wolves gathered in uneasy silence. No one spoke. No one dared.At the center of it all stood Rebel.She did not raise her voice. She did not bare her teeth or demand attention. She simply stood—and the forest itself seemed to align around her, roots settling, air thickening, space bending subtly toward her presence.Her aura radiated outward in a slow, deliberate pulse. Not wild. Not uncontrolled. It was the power of restraint sharpened into something lethal.Wolves who had once mocked her, cornered her, struck her when no one was watching now found their bodies betraying them—knees locking, spines bowing, instincts screaming recognition where pride had once ruled. Fear rippled through the pack, not loud but pervasive, si
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Chapter: Chapter 22The Hollow CrownThe forest did not welcome Tahlia anymore.She felt it the moment the others dispersed—when whispers dissolved into obedient silence and the pack’s collective will settled into the soil like ash after a fire. The trees still stood tall and ancient, their trunks unbowed by time or authority, but the air itself had shifted. It no longer leaned toward her presence. No longer recognized her as something that belonged.That realization cut deeper than humiliation ever could.This land had known her scent since she was barely old enough to shift. It had watched her bleed during training, heard her growl through pain, felt the rhythm of her feet as she learned to run and fight beneath its canopy. The forest had swallowed her failures without judgment and carried her victories in silence.Now it felt… sealed against her.She hated that most of all.Tahlia pushed deeper into the territory, boots striking roots and stone harder than necessary, as though sound alone might remind
Last Updated: 2026-02-09
Sharing A Roof With Trouble
The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence.
When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried.
As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself.
In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.
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Chapter: updatehey guys I am sorry I haven't posted my oldest child's dad was shot and killed and we have been trying to help my son process it the best we can, plus help his mom get the funeral set up and granted permission to leave hospice to be able to attend it's and it's putting a strain on my current relationship because I am having to do all this work for an ex but all that work isn't for my ex but my child not my fault the man didn't have a woman after I left him and they have no other family to help her plan it and get her out of hospice ok rant over sorry but I will get back to posting Monday March 16th with 2 chapters for all 3 of my books I have open
Last Updated: 2026-03-14
Chapter: Chapter 35: The Shape of WantThe corridor had shifted again.Not subtly.Not gradually.It had stretched impossibly forward into darkness, elongating like a living throat swallowing distance itself. The walls were no longer solid—they breathed. Liquid stone, flexing and contracting as if the structure itself had lungs. Shadows pooled and stretched across the floor like living ink, sliding in slow, predatory currents that moved with a hunger Ava could feel in her stomach.The house was no longer hiding what it was.It was hunting.Jace’s hand found hers before she could even react. His grip was immediate, instinctive, protective. “Stay close,” he whispered, voice low, intimate, dangerous in the way quiet things are dangerous. “The house is changing the rules now. It wants to trap us. To separate us. To see how far it can push… what it can break.”Ava pressed into him, chest to chest, letting his warmth anchor her in the shifting reality. The shadows slithered around their feet, brushing their boots, curling
Last Updated: 2026-03-01
Chapter: Chapter34: What Was Almost LostThey did not leave the chamber. Not because they couldn’t—but because the silence itself felt predatory. As if it would follow them. As if it would learn their footsteps. As if it would wait in the walls and move when they did. Ava stayed pressed against Jace, her cheek tucked beneath his chin, their bodies aligned in the instinctive posture of survivors who had outrun something with teeth and memory and hunger. Both of them breathed like fugitives, lungs dragging air in sharp, controlled pulls. The chamber felt wrong in the way only living spaces do—too aware, too still, too listening. The air was thick. Metallic. Charged. Like the breath before lightning splits the sky. The silence after the mirror’s destruction rang louder than the house’s screams ever had. It wasn’t peace. It was a pause. The floor beneath their feet was warm—not comfort-warm, not human-warm. Living-warm. It pulsed faintly, slow and rhythmic, as if the mansion itself were nursing a wound, knitting itself b
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Chapter: Chapter 33:GroundingThe path the house opened for them was wrong.Ava knew it in the way her stomach tightened before her mind could catch up, in the way the air felt slightly thinner with every step forward, as if the mansion were quietly rationing oxygen. Corridors bent where they shouldn’t—walls bowing inward, then easing back, like ribs expanding around a lung. Doors appeared and vanished between blinks, their frames breathing into existence only to dissolve again, leaving behind the phantom sensation of thresholds crossed and uncrossed.This was not guidance.It was herding.Every few steps, Ava felt the tug.Not a yank. Not force. Just the faintest suggestion—an invitation disguised as instinct. A sense that going left would be easier while Jace drifted right, that safety lived in separation if only she would listen. The house was subtle now, careful, like a predator that had learned patience.She tightened her jaw and ignored it.“Stay with me,” Jace murmured.His voice cut through the pre
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Chapter: Chapter 32: The Echo That Wears His NameMorning did not arrive.It leached in—thin, colorless, reluctant—as if the night had been wounded rather than ended, and what filtered through the stone was the residue of something unfinished. The light carried no warmth. It had no intention. It simply existed, stretched flat against the walls like a lie told too often to sound convincing.Ava woke with the certainty of being observed.Not the sharp, invasive pressure the house usually favored. Not the crawling sensation of something peering through her skull or tugging at memory. This was quieter. Worse. It was the awareness of attention without hunger—like an eye that had already learned her shape and no longer needed to stare.Her breath stalled in her chest.She did not move.The room lay still around her, its geometry unchanged, its silence so complete it rang. No whisper threaded the walls. No pulse thrummed beneath the floor. No shadows crept where they did not belong.The house was holding its breath.Ava lay there co
Last Updated: 2026-02-03
Chapter: Chapter 31: The AftermathThe house did not pursue them.That was wrong.After the violence of the labyrinth—after the mirrors had screamed and the well had shattered and the walls themselves had howled like a living thing being torn apart—Ava expected retaliation. Collapse. A final cruelty ripped from the depths of the place, something petty and vicious meant to remind them who truly ruled here.Instead, silence fell.Not gently.It dropped.Heavy. Absolute. Smothering.The kind of silence that rang in the ears, that pressed against the skin until Ava could feel her own pulse too clearly, too loudly. The absence of sound felt intentional, as if the house had chosen stillness the way a predator chose to stop moving so its prey would relax.The corridor ahead stretched outward, newly formed stone smooth beneath their boots. It was damp, faintly warm, as though the passage had been exhaled rather than built. The air carried the scorched-metal tang of broken sigils and burned magic, layered beneath it the iron-so
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Chapter: EpilogueI’minthewoods running when I smell her again. Thatscent is so alluring my wolf sped up trying to locate her. Just up ahead there she was.My dream angel. Her solid white fur, the purple swirls matching my own blue ones acontrast to the evergreen forest.She knowsI am here, she looks my way, then takes off.She enjoys the cat and mouse game as much asI do. I keep going until I almost get her. Thistime she doesn’t disappear. There is abeautiful woman standing there stroking herfur.“Hello Dominic. We have been waiting for you.”“Who are you? Whyare you both in my dreams?”“My child, I am Serene. I have heard your cries for a mate. One of your own. However, now is not the time todiscuss this. You must go back; you must save the missing females. Things are much worse than they appear! Call all the packs, spread the wo
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Chapter: Chapter 65Wedding DayLisa’s POVI still can’t believe we have to rush the wedding, but mostly because I have to mate in dragon form in front of everyone. Mom has added a few finishing touches to my dress magically of course. I keep staring at the woman in the mirror not recognizing her. I just wished my dad and brothers were here. Tears threaten to escape when Amanda starts shouting.“Oh no you don’t. Don’t you go ruin my master piece, or do you want to sit for another four hours redoing it all?” She huffed with her hands on her hips.Throwing my hands up in surrender I shake my head.“No way. Just thinking of dad.” I sadly admit.I had always though he would be the one to walk me down the isle. Dominic volunteered to in his place, but still it hurt knowing
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Chapter: Chapter 64Alaric’s POV I stand there amazed, and feeling a little guilty. If I had known they were still here I would have come back sooner. As the years went by I seemed to have forgotten this place existed. “Luna was a gift from my grandmother before she passed away. I was keeping her in this garden as it’s protector. When I found my mate, I had planned on gifting her on our wedding day. She would then lead my mate back to this garden.” I stated as I ran my fingers through her beautiful violet mane. “I am so sorry girl, I forgot to come visit. I didn’t know you were still here waiting.” I apologized rubbing her lovingly. These fairies have always been over the top. It warms my heart seeing all these beautiful creatures in perfect harmony. Liza is right, this is the perfect place for us. Just like the fairy Queen and her followers, the garden fairies began dancing arou
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Chapter: Chapter 63Liza's POVWe quickly made our way to Alaric’s study to meet with the guards.“Where did you locate the note?” Alaric asked them halfway through the door.“It was in the gardens. On the Queens favorite rose bush.” Replied the Captain.I was shocked, why that rose bush out of all the other’s? It us my favorite because it’s a baby blue rose bush, I planted in memory of my father and brothers.“What does the note say?” I asked, scared to hear it.Everything was seemingly perfect. We got the wedding date set, the perfect gown, and all that was left was the place. I had my hopes set on this wedding, but I couldn’t help the feeling something big was about to happen.“To the beautiful Queen,
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Chapter: Chapter 62Alaric’s POVWith everything that has been going on the search for the missing women, the project to keep Liza and other females safe, plus training Liza to defend herself we haven’t had time to prepare for the wedding. I have spent most of my days in the office speaking with the appointed council members, and today is no different.“We have to continue to keep our eyes open for the women of the shifter community. Firstly, the wolf shifters, as they are the only ones to report anyone missing. We must also pry the information from each of our own communities to make sure no one is left out. Some may be reluctant to come forward given the past reputation of the council. With that the meeting is adjourned we will meet back same time next week.” I finish concluding today’s meeting.“Oh, Amanda, can you stay behind a second? There is something I need t
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Chapter: Chapter 61Liza's POV“What does my father have to do with this? My father is dead.” I asked my mother confused.“I was hoping we would have had more time to discuss this. Liza it is time for you to know the truth. You, Alaric, and Dominic have already been through so much recently. I was waiting until the perfect timing, but now is better than any. We all need to discuss this, privately.” Morgana replied with a heavy sigh.We decided to head back to our castle since Dominic was there with Aero. The entire way back to the castle my mind was a complete mess. What does my father have to do with this? He is dead, isn’t he? The Army never found his body they just assumed he had blown up with his vehicle. I am so lost in my thoughts; I didn’t notice Alaric talking to me.“Huh? Sorry babe I was lost in my mind. How could my fathe
Last Updated: 2021-09-19
Baine Family Love and War: Book 2 Finally My Own Love
Alpha Dominic Baine's life is a constant torment, cursed to share his destined mate, Elizabeth, with his brother, Alpha King Alaric. Overwhelmed by despair and Elizabeth's blatant rejection, Dominic confronts his ancestor, the Moon Goddess Serene, who reveals the curse was cast by the witch Rosalynn's bloodline—which includes Alaric's true mate, Liza.
Dominic rejects Elizabeth after discovering she faked the mate bond, but not before she kidnaps Alaric and Liza's son, Aero. Dominic is critically wounded saving the boy, and Liza's inner dragon executes Elizabeth.
After waking from a coma, Dominic learns his sister, Aura, and over ninety other females have vanished in a mass kidnapping. He realizes his recurring dreams of a beautiful white wolf—a "dream angel"—are shared prophetic visions with Liza, and the Moon Goddess confirms the wolf was the first taken and must be saved.
A bloody note threatening Liza and Aero reveals the kidnappers are insiders targeting the royal family. The true purpose of the ancient curse is revealed when Liza realizes it can only be broken if Dominic finds his true mate: Liza's long-lost twin sister, Samantha, the white wolf in his dreams. The brothers unite, turning their attention from personal heartache to a desperate war against the monstrous forces holding the captured females.
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Chapter: updatehey guys I am sorry I haven't posted my oldest child's dad was shot and killed and we have been trying to help my son process it the best we can, plus help his mom get the funeral set up and granted permission to leave hospice to be able to attend it's and it's putting a strain on my current relationship because I am having to do all this work for an ex but all that work isn't for my ex but my child not my fault the man didn't have a woman after I left him and they have no other family to help her plan it and get her out of hospice ok rant over sorry but I will get back to posting Monday March 16th with 2 chapters for all 3 of my books I have open
Last Updated: 2026-03-14
Chapter: 32: The Shadows of ProphecyThe silver light of Morgana’s script didn't just glow; it hummed. Beneath Samantha’s trembling fingertips, the ancient stone of the dais felt like it was pulsing with a heartbeat that wasn't its own. The message, ‘the contract is not what you think. Find the Isle of Whispers’ seemed to sear itself into her retinas, a phantom image that remained even when she blinked against the stinging, iron-cold rain.For a heartbeat, the crushing weight of failure lifted, replaced by a sharp, jagged spark of purpose. But that spark was instantly doused by a sound that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.It began as a low, distorted vibration, crawling out from the lightless corners of the collapsed laboratory. It wasn't the roar of the storm or the grind of shifting stone. It was a chuckle cold, oily, and saturated with a rhythmic, mechanical malice. It sounded like silk being dragged over broken glass.“Did you really think the hunt ended here, Subject?”The voice didn't come from a per
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Chapter: 31: The Echo of the BloodThe sky above Elder Lee’s hidden estate didn't just break; it hemorrhaged. The first crack of thunder was a jagged, tectonic roar that seemed to split the very foundations of the mountain range. It wasn't the clean, rolling thunder of a natural summer storm; it was a heavy, dissonant boom, a sound of ancient gears grinding together that vibrated through the marrow of Samantha’s bones. Rain began to fall in a sudden, violent sheet. These were not soft drops, but cold, needle-like projectiles that tasted of iron and ancient dust, a caustic downpour that seemed intent on scrubbing the very life from the forest floor.The forest pressed in, dark and oppressive, the trees transformed into twisted, skeletal sentinels by the strobe-light flashes of violet-tinged lightning. Every branch scratching against its neighbor sounded like a whetstone on a blade, a chorus of thousand knives being readied for a slaughter. The air was a suffocating soup of ozone, decaying pine needles, and the sharp, met
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Chapter: 30: The LieThe room did not just hold her; it consumed her. It was a jagged little box of a space, carved from the belly of the estate and lined with cold, industrial metal that seemed to sweat under the pressure of the mountain above. The air was a thick, stagnant soup; a suffocating blend of oxidized copper, the cloying sweetness of ancient damp, and a sharp, antiseptic chemical sting that burned the back of Ava’s throat with every shallow breath. High above, a single flickering bulb cast a sickly, jaundiced glow over the rivets in the walls. The light didn't illuminate; it merely created deeper, more predatory shadows that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Even the silence was loud, a low, rhythmic thrum from the ventilation system that vibrated through the metal cot and into the marrow of Ava's bones, sounding like the heavy, mechanical heartbeat of a dying god, a constant reminder that she was trapped inside a machine built meticulously for her undoing. She sat on the edge of the th
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: 29: The Imprint TrailThe forest was wrong. It endured them. That was the first truth they understood as their boots crossed the threshold of that warped stretch of land. It wasn’t merely the absence of birdsong or the way the shadows seemed to stretch toward them like skeletal fingers; it was a fundamental, molecular wrongness. There were no screams, no fresh blood on the moss, no visible corruption twisting the ancient oaks into something grotesque. Instead, this malevolence was quieter, more intimate, and infinitely more terrifying. It crept under the skin, a cold, oily film that lodged itself in the gut a deep, instinctual warning that whispered you don’t belong here with every step they took.The air tasted thick, cloying. It wasn’t the heaviness of humidity or the sweet rot of decay, but a density of magic so concentrated it clung to the tongue like copper and ozone. It made every breath feel like a deliberate, laborious act. For Liza, the sensation was a physical weight against her chest, as if she w
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Chapter: Chapter 28: A Promise Carved in GoldDominic’s POVThe sky hadn’t even started to turn gray when my eyes snapped open. It wasn't because I was rested; it was because something felt wrong. It was the kind of wrong that slides under your skin without a sound or a warning just a sudden pressure behind the ribs and a tightening in the gut.My wolf surged awake instantly, hackles already up, every instinct snapping to attention. I hadn't really been sleeping, anyway. I’d just been drifting in that thin, fragile space between total exhaustion and being on edge where your body eventually shuts down but your mind never actually lets go. It’s the kind of rest a soldier takes when he knows the fight isn't over yet.Samantha was still curled against my chest, her body tucked into mine like she was trying to disappear inside me. Her head was resting right over my heart, her cheek warm against my skin. Her breath was shallow but steady, though even in sleep, her fingers were knotted into my shirt, her fist tight enough to actually wri
Last Updated: 2026-01-27
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