Omega's Curse: Desired by the beast who shouldn't want me

CHAPTER TWO Hermosa POV I followed Cammy toward the VIP section, where most elite Alphas were allowed to stay and have sex with any stripper of their choice. I kept wondering what my best friend was doing here. She never sold her body for a couple of extra bucks—that was the unspoken rule we had. I snooped around, pretending to look for a particular room while my eyes trailed her every step. Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of a hallway and opened a door. One thing about the VIP section was that each room was soundproof, making it hard to eavesdrop. Luckily for me, the hallway was empty. There was no one to stop me or ask what I was doing—especially since the room Cammy entered was further down the hall, and I was still on my stripping clothes. So, I bent down, staring through the keyhole. There was light in the room, so I could see clearly. Cammy looked tense, her hands crossed in front of her as she knelt on the golden fur rug, still in her raunchy panties and bra. Her l

ALPHA KING RAGAL POV At the Warehouse I sat on the opposite chair under a dim light. A man was strapped tightly to a chair across from me, his mouth sealed with cellotape. His fingers dripped blood onto the cold concrete floor. My wolf, Leo, growled with satisfaction. He had always loved the metallic scent of blood—it fed his inner hunger, satisfied his darker urges. Carefully, I peeled the tape off my captive’s lips. Sweat drenched his forehead, his skin pale from blood loss. I wasn’t about to let him die—not yet. My Beta, Morgan, rushed outside. The smell of blood always made him gag like a weak child. I groaned. The only reason I kept him around was his usefulness in investigation. He was good with evidence, not torture. “Tell me,” my voice deepened, thick with danger, “who keeps reopening those damn clubs?” “I swear—I don’t know!” the werewolf shivered, eyes darting toward the knife I twirled lazily in front of him. I sighed. “You’re making this hard for me. If you won’t t

Hermosa Pov"Take my card. In case he hurts you, give me a call." Ragal stretched out his hand, holding a white card with his number written on it. I hesitated for a moment, doubtful that he genuinely wanted to help.“Th…ank you,” I managed to say, taking the card. Without so much as a backward glance, I walked away from him.I squeezed the card in my palm, hiding it from prying eyes. For all I knew, my mate could be anywhere.Atleast with his number. I would be able to snap evidence and send to the Alpha king and help my best friend that is if she wasn't dead yet. Tears filled my eyelids.I inhaled deeply, sticking close to the walls of the hotel corridor, my gaze lowered to the floor. My ears perked up, alert for any sign of danger.I walked quickly down the corridor toward the hotel’s exit. The click-clack of my heels on the tiled floors drew unwanted attention.“Hey, you walk so fast, girl!” The receptionist’s voice made me freeze.“Pardon me. Duty calls,” I say with a fake smile.

The Hotel Lycan (Ragal’s POV)“Morgan!” I yelled from the hallway after the Omega had left, scanning the hotel corridor in search of my Beta.He scurried quickly toward me, his back leaning against the hotel doors as he bowed. “Yes, Lycan King.”“What is this that I hear?” I moved close to him.“It’s about the… informant,” he stammered, face still bowed.“Morgan, how many times have I warned you about being incompetent?” I slurred, letting my words sink in before I pounced.“Many times, my King, I swear. I—I—I tried to—” He gripped his pants hard. He knew how much I hated incompetence, especially from him or anyone else working under me.“Tell me you know what happened to her.” I flexed my fist at a trembling Morgan.“She—she was brought to the pack clinic… in bad shape,” he replied with a shaky voice.“Oh, so you don’t know.” I laughed coldly. “How wonderful.” I grabbed him by the collar, his legs dangling in front of me.All my years of being king, I fed off people’s fear. They call

Ragal PovThe smell of the hospital puked at my insides, especially the blood and the use of antiseptic.She lay still on the bed. Part of me hoped she might not make it; the idea of an Omega being my mate was insulting.Even though I could use her to tame Leo. She was just too weak and my enemy's mate. Hell, she could even be a spy for him.I valued strength and loyalty. She represented none of them.“Alpha king,” the doctor came forward, his stethoscope hanging from his neck and a brown file in his hands. “She's been in a critical condition, part of her bones were broken and she's in a bad shape. I swear her survival is a miracle.”“Doctor, what does this tell me?” I asked quick to write off her death.“She's lost a lot of blood and her head hit the floor badly, affecting her brain. Being an Omega, recovery is impossible, but how she survived through all this is a miracle,” the doctor replied, going through his files.My thoughts wandered. Great, she's also a warrior. I smiled weakl