LOGINI REJECTED THE SON, NOW I’M BEING CLAIMED BY THE FATHER! Zosia Kane was a Prime Alpha born to lead—until she sacrificed her wolf, her power, and her body to keep her dying twin sister alive. Now, she’s a curvy Omega stripper at The Gilded Cage, enduring the cruel whispers of the elite and the secret betrayal of her boyfriend, Damien Vane. When Zosia discovers Damien has been monetizing her humiliation on a viral body-shaming website, she doesn't just break his heart—she publicly rejects him and his pack. But the trauma shatters her suppression, and her shoved-in wolf is clawing to get out. Enter the man in the matte black mask. He calls himself Nick Vance—a bumbling, silver-templed consultant who moves in next door to her run-down apartment. He’s the only one who looks at Zosia’s curves with hunger instead of mockery. But Nick is a lie. He is Nikolai Vane, Damien Vane’s father and the city’s most dangerous lethal billionaire Alpha. He’s undercover, hunting for his missing daughter. But when Zosia saves him from an assassination attempt, the Obsidian Alpha finds a new mission: To claim the woman his son was too foolish to keep.
View MoreZO’s POV The first thing I felt was the cold—not the biting winter of the Hollows, but a deep, clinical chill that seemed to have settled into my bones. When I opened my eyes, the ceiling was a blur of gray and yellow water stains. I tried to lift my head, but the world tilted violently, the cracked plaster spinning like a carousel. “Don’t try to sit up yet.” Roxanne’s voice was like gravel. I ignored her, my hand fumbling for the edge of the leather couch. My fingers brushed against something soft and heavy. I looked down. A man’s coat was draped over me—thick black wool, smelling of vetiver and pine. The scent hit me like a physical blow. Images flashed: Damien’s sneering face behind the velvet curtain. The rough pain of the bond snapping. The terrifying, golden fire that had erupted from my skin. And then, the floor. I remembered the sensation of falling, the certainty that I was about to break, and the sudden, impossible strength of the arms that had closed around me. ‘I’v
I stood my ground, but my vision was already beginning to fade into black. “I... I gave you everything," I whispered, my voice barely a thread. "And I took it!" Damien roared. He lunged, his hand pulling back. He didn't just want to snatch the phone. He wanted to hit me. His fist swung, a heavy, desperate arc aimed straight for my jaw. I didn't have the strength to dodge. I didn't have the speed I’d once been proud of. I closed my eyes, flinching, waiting for the impact that would surely shatter my face and the last of my dignity. I'm sorry, Nyx, I thought. I couldn't hold on. The blow never landed. Instead of the sharp pain of bone hitting bone, there was a sudden, violent eruption of pressure. It didn't come from Damien. It came from me. The dam of the Serum-9 burst. The eight years of stored Prime Alpha energy, compressed by the hormones and the trauma of the rejection, exploded outward in an involuntary, desperate surge of self-preservation. A shockwave of golden light
Damien lunged, his fingers clawing for the phone, his face a mask of desperate greed. I pulled back, my heels catching on the plush carpet, nearly sending me tumbling. I steadied myself, holding the evidence of my own stupidity to my chest. "Give it to me, Zosia! Now!" he hissed, his Alpha aura flared—a sharp, stinging pressure that usually made me bow. I shook my head, tears finally spilling over. "How could you? Nyx... you said you were saving her." Damien’s eyes went cold, the last of his facade falling away like dead skin. He stopped lunging and simply stood over me, utilizing his height to make me feel as small as the Hippo he called me. "I was saving us a lifestyle, Zo. Nyx was always a lost cause. You’re the one who kept her on life support while I did the actual work of making us relevant." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a cruel, intimate whisper. "Be smart. Give me the phone. I’ll tell the followers it was a skit for our anniversary. I’ll keep paying the clinic
I froze, my hand still gripping the heavy fabric. They’re just drunk, I told myself, a desperate, pathetic hope climbing my throat. Damien will tell them to stop. He’ll protect me."Value, boys! That’s what I keep telling you," a second voice joined in, thick with the scent of bourbon. "Why pay for two Omegas when you can get all that meat in one? She’s a one-woman pack."My blood turned to slush, but I didn't move. I stayed in the sliver of space between the velvet and the gilded frame, my breath hitching. I needed to hear Damien defend me. I needed him to be the man I loved."Shut up, you assholes," Damien’s voice finally cut through. I let out a long, silent breath. My anchor. He was standing up for me. He was—"Don't scare the followers away," Damien continued, and the world didn't just stop; it tilted. "We hit two hundred thousand tonight. The live feed is going crazy. Do you know how much ad revenue a 'Fallen Alpha Hippo' generates? I’m making fourteen grand a month just letti












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