The Omega's Revenge Against Her Lycan King Mate

MAYA'S POVMy eyes fluttered open, but I had to close it back due to the intensity of the light. I opened it back, adjusting my eyes to the light. I tried to sit up, but winced in pain, laying down back. That was when the memories of what happened earlier came rushing into my head.I remembered the last word I heard before going unconscious. Alpha Victor, the man, or monster that I was supposed to get married to had instructed Alpha Caleb to prepare me by wounding me, breaking me to the point that my body felt unrecognisable.Being without a wolf has made me weak enough, we haven't even met, yet he has taken advantage of my weakness and destroyed me. What is going to happen when we get married?My eyes watered at the thought of that, marriage to the Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack was impossible, but I had no option, I had been given an order and unless I wanted to be killed, I had to comply.But that didn't mean that I didn't hate him, I hated him, I hated the thought of him, I hated the

We stayed like that for a while until I recollected myself and pushed him away, making him hit buttocks on the floor. My eyes widened in surprise, I had just kissed a man I barely knew and that was because I couldn't control myself. I felt strange. What just happened? " What did you do to me? " I asked him, standing up from the bed as I began to panic. This wasn't a simple thing, I wasn't undergoing heat, there was no way I would have felt like that for someone I didn't even like. " Alpha Victor, what did you do to me? " I asked again and this time around, he raised his head to look at me, his lips curved up into a devilish smirk. " I didn't take you to be that easy, Maya. Though, being a wolfless Omega has its perks. You're not only an Omega, you're wolfless and useless and you think you could come here to act like my wife? " He asked, raising his voice slightly. " I have told you that I was forced to come here, I had no other choice and death was the only option, " I tried to ex

I tried to hug her, but she winced at the attempt, so I released her and gently helped her sit on the bed. Her body was covered in a mosaic of cuts, inflicted by claws and knives, and I knew that those wounds would leave lasting scars, just like the ones I carried. "I'm so sorry, Julia. I didn't realize that my actions would result in this," I apologized, tears streaming down my face. "What are you doing here?" she asked, brushing aside my apology. I wiped my tears, mustering a soft smile for her. "This is my new room. A guard brought me here," I replied, and she furrowed her brow, a look of utter confusion crossing her face. "Why is this your new room? You're married to Alpha Victor. Shouldn't you be staying in his house?" she queried, her voice filled with genuine bewilderment. I shrugged, at a loss for how to answer her probing questions. "I don't think Alpha Victor acknowledges our marriage. He believes that Alpha Caleb sent me here to spy on him and the Pack. So, he won't tre

    " Alpha Victor, " I called out, but was ignored as he walked out of the office. I closed my eyes, for fear that he would drop me, but he began to walk downstairs. I hid my face in his chest in case someone passed. The last thing I wanted was to be reprimanded by the pack members for trying to seduce their Alpha because I knew he wouldn't care to correct their thoughts. After all, I was a weak and pathetic Omega who couldn't even walk.  We got out of the house, but he kept walking. My legs were fine already, they weren't trembling anymore. I tried to tell him to put me down so I could walk back to the Omega's house, but strangely, I wasn't able to talk. It was like they were sealed and I knew it was his doing. We got to the front of the Omega's house, and prayed that he wouldn't take me inside. Fortunately, he stopped walking and put me down, pink color creeping

I stood there, looking at him warily, unsure of what his deal was this time around. The aroma in the air meant that he actually made food, but why he called me here was what I couldn't decipher." You made a meal for me? " I asked, cringing at the thought and he nodded. " Why? "." Because I wanted to. Is there a problem with that, " he snapped at me. He cooked for me, but his personality still remained the same. How the hell does he expect me to interpret that?Without waiting for any response from me, he held my shoulders and guided me to the dining room. He pulled out a seat for me, gesturing for me to sit down. I stood there for a minute, debating on whether I should sit or run, since I found his behavior rather strange and suspicious.Still, I sat down on the chair, clearing my throat. He excused himself for a while and left the dining room, coming back with a tray of food. He placed the food on the table and I swallowed my saliva, trying not to act like I was affected by the foo