Invisible To Her Bully
Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible.
Noah was the quintessential “It” guy at school—charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson’s best friend and Jessa’s biggest bully.
During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin.
As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah.
Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson’s sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies?
Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside.
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Chapter: Chapter 112JessaThe diner felt different today.Less like a spotlight, more like a bubble — the kind of safe, familiar place that didn’t care about gossip or rumors.The four of us had taken over one of the corner booths at Benny’s, same spot we always used to squeeze into when we were younger. Jackson and Noah on one side, Mariah and me on the other. The sound of plates clattering, the smell of syrup and bacon, and the low hum of conversation filled the air. For once, it felt easy.Mariah was stirring her iced coffee, tapping the straw against the cup. “Okay, so be honest,” she said, glancing at Jackson. “Are people still talking about yesterday?”Jackson groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Mariah, you kissed me in front of half the school. Of course they’re still talking about it.”“Yeah,” Noah said with a smirk. “You’re kind of trending, man.”Jackson shot him a glare. “Not helping.”Mariah grinned. “I’m just saying… the internet can be brutal, but it can also have a short attention spa
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: Chapter 111NoahI’d seen a lot of wild things in my life — a fight breaking out at a pep rally, Jackson trying to microwave a Pop-Tart in the wrapper, even Jessa roasting Daniel so bad he practically melted.But nothing, nothing, topped watching Mariah Morales march across Benny’s Diner and kiss Jackson Lombardi like they were in some dramatic teen movie climax.The diner went dead silent. Then exploded into whispers.Even the cook peeked out from behind the order window.Across from me, Jessa just stood there, eyes wide, frozen mid-step like her brain hadn’t caught up yet. Then her hand flew up to cover her mouth — part shock, part oh my god, did that just happen?I leaned back in the booth, trying not to grin. “Well,” I muttered, “that’s one way to kill the gossip.”Jessa shot me a look, somewhere between disbelief and amusement. “Did she seriously just—”“Yep,” I said. “Full send. Zero hesitation.”Mariah had guts. I’d give her that.Jackson, for his part, just stood there for a second lookin
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: Chapter 110JacksonBenny’s was packed like it always was on Sundays — football guys crammed into booths, someone’s little brother running between tables, the smell of syrup and burnt coffee in the air.It was exactly the kind of normal I needed.Noah sat across from me, pushing scrambled eggs around his plate, his baseball cap pulled low like he could hide from the world. I didn’t blame him. If I saw one more post, one more comment, I might throw my phone through the diner window.“Dude,” I said, leaning back in the booth. “We should just delete our socials and move to Canada.”Noah snorted. “You hate the cold.”“Fine. Florida. Whatever. Somewhere without cell service.”He cracked a small grin, which felt like a win. We’d spent half the night talking about everything and nothing — the fight, our parents, the team. Things still felt heavy between us, but at least we weren’t avoiding each other.The bell above the diner door jingled, and I barely glanced up — until I heard a familiar laugh.Mariah
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 109MariahI sat on the Lombardis’ couch, one leg tucked under me, sipping from a to-go cup of coffee that had gone lukewarm about ten minutes ago. Upstairs, Jessa was still getting dressed — which could mean anything from five minutes to forever.The house was quiet, sunlight spilling in through half-closed blinds, dust motes floating in the still air. For once, it didn’t feel like the center of gossip or drama or chaos. It just felt… normal.Almost.I glanced at the screen of my phone again, checking the time, then the messages. Jackson hadn’t answered my last one from last night, and it was bugging me more than I wanted to admit.I typed out another, thumbs hovering for a second before I hit send.M:You alive, Lombardi?The typing bubbles popped up almost immediately.J:Barely.M:That bad, huh?J:Nah. Just trying to pretend things are normal. Breakfast at Benny’s with Noah.I smiled a little. Benny’s — the unofficial Sunday hangout for half of Ridgeville High. Piles of pancakes, to
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 108JessaThe house was too quiet the next morning.Not peaceful quiet — the kind that comes after a storm, when everything feels like it’s still vibrating from the damage.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my head pounding from another sleepless night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it all again — Mom’s shocked face, Jackson’s voice cracking as he yelled, the way the air had felt so heavy I could barely breathe.Now it was Sunday morning, and the silence felt like punishment.I could hear the faint clatter of dishes downstairs, the sound of Mom moving around the kitchen like she was pretending nothing had happened. She always did that — filled the space with busy noise when things got too hard to talk about.I dragged myself out of bed, pulled on one of Jackson’s old sweatshirts, and padded down the hall. His bedroom door was still closed. I hesitated outside it, listening for movement. Nothing.He hadn’t said a word to me since last night.When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
Chapter: Chapter 107NoahIt was close to midnight when my phone lit up.I’d been lying in bed staring at the ceiling for over an hour, headphones in, music playing low just to drown out my own thoughts. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flashes of last night — Daniel’s smirk, my fist connecting, the shock on everyone’s faces.So when I saw Jackson’s name on the screen, I sat up fast.“Hey,” I answered, voice low. “You good?”A pause. Then a bitter laugh. “Define ‘good.’”I leaned back against my headboard. “That seems to be the question of the week.”Jackson exhaled into the phone, a long, shaky breath. “I just blew up at my mom.”That made me frown. “About what?”“Everything,” he said, his voice rough. “Jessa, the fight, the way she didn’t know what’s been going on… me.”I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “What happened?”He hesitated for a second, then the words just poured out. “She found out about all the crap online — the stuff about Jessa. She saw the comments, the videos. Asked why I didn’t stop
Last Updated: 2025-10-19
The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega
Elara has spent her entire life as nothing more than a shadow in the Bloodfang Pack.
Born wolfless, she is considered cursed, lower than even the weakest omega. Beaten down, starved, and treated as a slave, her only goal is survival. Until the night she learns the unthinkable—she’s to be traded to a rival pack as part of a ruthless bargain.
Alpha Kael of the Ironhide Pack is feared across the territories. Known for his unmatched strength and merciless rule, he is whispered about like a monster from the old tales. But Kael hides a secret of his own: he is cursed. His wolf is a savage, uncontrollable beast, and only a mate strong enough to bear his bloodline can break the darkness threatening to consume him.
When Kael claims Elara, it’s not for love or kindness—it’s for power, for heirs, and for his pack’s survival.
Torn from the only home she’s ever known, Elara enters a world even more dangerous than the one she left behind. Surrounded by enemies, she must navigate Kael’s harsh court, where loyalty is earned through blood and betrayal lurks in every shadow.
But Kael is nothing like Garrick, and Elara soon realizes there is more to the feared Alpha than his brutal reputation. Underneath his icy control lies a man fighting against his curse—and fighting against the unexpected pull he feels toward the fragile, defiant omega he claimed.
She was supposed to be a tool.
He was supposed to be her captor.
But when destiny intertwines their fates, Elara and Kael must decide whether their bond will be their salvation… or their destruction.
The Cursed Alpha’s Wolfless Omega is a dark, slow-burn, fated-mates romance filled with danger, passion, and redemption.
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Chapter: Chapter 62ElaraThe moon had long since climbed high, spilling pale light through the cracks of the shutters. Sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw their faces—the rogues, the flash of claws, the glint of teeth. The moment Kael’s wolf had appeared. The sound of bones breaking.But it wasn’t fear that kept me awake. It was him.I could still feel the warmth of his hands when he’d held me in the garden, still hear the rough edge in his voice when he said he’d always come for me. It echoed through my chest, steady as my heartbeat.I slipped quietly from my room, the wooden floor cool beneath my bare feet. The hall was silent, heavy with the kind of stillness that felt sacred—or haunted. I didn’t know which. But I knew where he would be.Kael never rested after bloodshed.The faint glow beneath his office door confirmed it. I hesitated for a heartbeat, fingers hovering over the handle. Then I pushed it open.He was there, seated behind his desk, shirt discarded, a half-empty gla
Last Updated: 2025-10-15
Chapter: Chapter 61KaelThe metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue as the last rogue fell limp beneath my claws. The clearing was silent again, save for the sound of my breathing—ragged, furious, alive.Then I saw her.Elara knelt in the grass, blood trailing down from her temple, her hair tangled, her eyes wide with shock. The sight of it—of her hurt, of her bleeding because I hadn’t been here—snapped the last of my control.I shifted, bones cracking, fur receding as I took my human form. The shift barely registered; I was already moving toward her.“Elara,” I rasped, my voice raw.Her gaze lifted to meet mine, glassy and trembling. “Kael…”I dropped to my knees beside her, hands already reaching for her face. The blood wasn’t much, but seeing it—seeing that someone had dared to touch her—made something primal inside me roar.“Who did this?” I growled, scanning the treeline as though I could drag Garrick himself out by the throat.She flinched at the sound, and it gutted me. I forced my voice lo
Last Updated: 2025-10-13
Chapter: Chapter 60ElaraThe air felt heavier that morning, thick with the scent of damp earth and something… off. I couldn’t explain it, but my wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, pacing, ears pricked.Something isn’t right, she whispered, low and sharp.I paused at the window, looking out toward the woods that bordered the pack lands. The trees swayed under a gray sky, shadows shifting in ways that made the back of my neck prickle. It should’ve been peaceful, but my heartbeat said otherwise. Kael had left early with Ronin and Lucian to patrol the southern ridge after another report of movement near the border. He hadn’t said it aloud, but I could feel his tension before he’d gone. Garrick was out there—somewhere—and he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.The thought made my stomach twist.I tried to distract myself by walking to the garden. The flowers Kael had insisted be replanted after the last storm were starting to bloom again—roses, pale and delicate, their scent drifting through the a
Last Updated: 2025-10-12
Chapter: Chapter 59KaelSleep didn’t come easily anymore.Even after everything that had happened—the rogue attack, Elara’s awakening, the witch’s strange words—my mind refused to rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. The way her skin had shimmered faintly in the light. The sound of her breath when she’d turned toward me, unguarded. The faint hum of something powerful threading between us.I’d spent most of the night pacing in my office. Now, morning light filtered through the windows, spilling across the scattered papers on my desk. I hadn’t read a single one.“Alpha.”Ronin’s voice cut through my thoughts. He stood in the doorway, Lucian a step behind him. One look at their faces told me they were walking carefully—like men approaching a cornered animal.I rubbed a hand over my jaw. “Tell me you have good news.”Lucian hesitated. “No sign of Garrick or his surviving rogues. The patrols haven’t found any new scent trails.”I grunted. That wasn’t good enough.Ronin stepped forward. “There’s some
Last Updated: 2025-10-11
Chapter: Chapter 58Elara The room is still, the kind of quiet that presses against the skin. Morning light filters through the heavy curtains, touching the edge of the bed where Kael once lay. His scent lingers—smoke, pine, the faintest trace of something wild. I pull the blanket tighter around me, but it doesn’t chase away the chill his absence leaves behind.My whole body feels… different. Stronger, yes, but unsettled. There’s a hum beneath my skin, an awareness I’ve never felt before. It’s as if my bones remember something my mind can’t.And then—there she is again.You’re awake, the voice murmurs, soft but certain, brushing the inside of my thoughts.I swallow hard. “You’re real.”I always was.Her tone carries a quiet strength, the kind that makes me want to both cry and believe. I slide off the bed, bare feet touching the cold floor, and walk to the window. The courtyard below is busy—warriors moving in formation, the clang of steel against steel. I shouldn’t feel safer here than anywhere else, b
Last Updated: 2025-10-08
Chapter: Chapter 57KaelThe corridor outside my chambers was quiet except for the echo of my own heartbeat. Every step away from Elara should have eased the tightness in my chest, yet the farther I went, the stronger it pulled. The bond burned like a live wire under my skin, humming in time with her breathing even through the walls.Get control of yourself, I ordered silently. An Alpha who couldn’t master his own instincts didn’t deserve the title.Ronin was waiting in the strategy hall, arms crossed, the weight of a sleepless night written across his face. When I entered, he didn’t bow or greet me—just studied me with that measuring look he’d had since the rogues’ attack.“You’re bleeding power again,” he said. “Half the sentries felt it ripple through the grounds.”“I’m fine.”“Fine doesn’t shake the wards.”I ignored the chair and leaned against the edge of the war table instead. Maps of the borderlands were still pinned open from our last briefing, but even the inked lines seemed to shift, res
Last Updated: 2025-10-06
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