WRATH OF THE CHEATED OMEGA

MAYA

They say heartbreak is the ultimate pain. But nothing compares to lying paralyzed and helpless while your new husband orders a surgeon to cut into you.

I’d imagined this night so differently. I thought I’d still be glowing in my white dress, laughing as the man I loved carried me into our honeymoon suite.

Instead, I was strapped to a cold metal table while a surgeon sliced into my flesh.

The irony might’ve made me laugh if I’d had the strength.

Anesthesia blurred the edges of the room, but I was awake enough to feel blood slipping from the incision. The monitor beside me beeped in uneven bursts. My mouth had gone dry, and each breath came shallower than the last.

I was dying.

Through the glass, I could just make out my husband’s tall figure.

Alpha Kyle stood with his hands in his pockets, watching as though the surgery had nothing to do with him.

“K-Kyle…” I strained at the straps. “Please. Stop.”

His gaze shifted to me.

The warm smile that had swept me off my feet was gone. So was the tenderness that had made me believe he saw something in me no one else could.

He looked at me with such cold disgust that my breath caught.

The doctor glanced from the monitor to the glass. His gloved hands hovered over the instruments.

“Alpha, are you certain?” he murmured quietly. “Your wife is an Omega, and she’s losing too much blood. Her body may not survive the operation.”

The room tilted around me.

The doctor had promised I’d be fine. He’d called it a routine procedure. I tried to lift my head, but the restraints held me down.

“Kyle, please—” I twisted my wrists.

Kyle’s jaw tightened.

“Take her kidney. Take both if you need to. I don’t care if she dies. This is what I married her for.”

For a moment, his words made no sense. I stared through the glass, waiting for him to take them back.

He didn’t.

I was his wife. We got married that morning. Only hours ago, he’d kissed me at the altar while our guests cheered.

Now he wanted my kidney.

I wanted to kill him. Tear his heart from his chest. Destroy everything he loved.

He was going to harvest my organs on our wedding night, then leave me to die.

My eyes burned. Tears slid toward my hairline as the anesthetic pulled me under.

I tried to hold on to the man I thought I knew, but the last thing I saw was Kyle’s profile, hard and still beyond the glass.

Then my thoughts drifted back to how it had all begun, to how foolishly happy I’d been just a few hours earlier, before everything turned into this nightmare.

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That morning, I’d woken with a smile I couldn’t seem to lose.

It was my wedding day. By evening, I’d be Mrs. Hanson, wife to Alpha Kyle—the man every woman in the city seemed to dream about.

My only friend, Susie Harrington, helped me into my dress. I watched myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman looking back.

Me. Maya. A nobody Omega with nothing to offer, marrying Kyle.

I’d grown up hearing that I was too fat, too weak, too fragile, too ugly. The kind of girl no one would choose.

But Kyle had chosen me.

The thought steadied me as Susie adjusted my veil. Soon, I was walking toward him in my wedding dress, promising to give him everything I had. He kissed me, the crowd cheered, and I let myself believe my life was finally beginning.

Then his phone buzzed.

His smile faded as he read the message. One of his younger sisters, Harper, had collapsed and been rushed to the hospital.

I took his hand.

“Let’s go.” I squeezed his fingers before he could answer.

At the hospital, Harper lay hooked up to machines while Kyle’s mother and youngest sister cried beside her.

Their grief filled the room. They’d welcomed me from the beginning, despite my status as an Omega, and I wanted to be there for them. I wanted to belong.

The doctor approached with a chart in his hands.

“Alpha, she needs a kidney donor immediately. Her mother and sister aren’t compatible.”

Kyle had gone pale. His mother clutched his arm, sobbing, while his youngest sister bent over Harper’s bed and wept.

I looked at Harper, then at Kyle. I’d just promised to give him everything I had.

“Test me.” I stepped forward before doubt could stop me.

Kyle turned sharply and reached for my hand. “Maya, no. You don’t have to do this.”

“I do.” I held his gaze. “I promised I’d do anything to make you happy. Let me try.”

His mother wrapped both hands around mine.

“Oh, Maya.” Her fingers trembled around my knuckles. “You’re an angel.”

The youngest sister threw her arms around me, pressing her face against my shoulder. “Thank you, Sister. Thank you.”

The doctor was already reaching for his clipboard.

“There’s no time to waste. Don’t worry, Mrs. Hanson. You’ll be fine. We’ve done this before, even with Omegas.”

Kyle hesitated, his gaze fixed on the doctor.

“Test her.” He lifted a hand, stopping the doctor from turning away. “But if there’s any risk, you stop immediately.”

The results came back quickly. I was a perfect match.

After that, everything moved in a blur: forms, bright lights, hurried voices.

Soon, I was on the cold operating table, my thoughts thickening under the anesthesia.

I was frightened, but beneath it all, pride warmed me.

I was helping his sister. I was keeping my promise to Kyle.

Then I saw Harper.

She wasn’t in the hospital bed. She wasn’t attached to machines or pale with illness. She strolled behind the observation glass, her long hair glossy, her makeup flawless.

I tried to focus, but the anesthetic softened the room around the edges.

Then Harper reached Kyle and kissed him.

There was nothing sisterly about it. She wound her arms around his neck, and he pulled her close, kissing her back.

My thoughts scattered.

I tried to speak, but my tongue felt too heavy to move.

Confusion mixed with panic inside me.

Was I hallucinating? Was the anesthesia making me see things?

But as I questioned my own sanity, Harper’s eyes opened mid-kiss. She looked straight at me through the glass, a sly smirk curving her lips as she deepened the kiss, mocking me.

“Kyle…” I whispered desperately.

But when he turned back toward the doctor, his voice rang clear and cold.

“Take her kidney.” His gaze stayed on the doctor. “My fiancée needs it!”

And then my world went black.