روايات وقصص إلكترونية عن Dark Romance وتضم Omega وتدور في Regret

# Synopsis Lyra Ashbourne has spent her entire life as the weakest and most despised girl in the Silver Shadow Pack. On the night she finally finds her fated mate, her dream turns into a nightmare when the future Alpha, Kael Ravencrest, rejects her before the entire pack. Banished, heartbroken, and hunted, Lyra discovers that she is far more than an ordinary wolf. An ancient bloodline runs through her veins, a secret powerful enough to shake every werewolf kingdom. As enemies close in and the mysterious Lycan King begins searching for the lost heir of an ancient prophecy, Kael realizes he has made the greatest mistake of his life. But some mistakes can never be undone.

Brave was called useless, waterlogged, and fat; the omega slave of Crescent Pack, valued only for her rare blood type. She endured the humiliation, the cruelty, and the endless disdain because of her crush, the Alpha heir. She believed he cared for her... until he rejected her without mercy before the entire pack. Broken and ready to give up, Brave is claimed by the feared Masked Alpha—her second-chance mate and the mole on her neck is the mark of an identity no one was ever supposed to discover... one Crescent Pack has been desperately trying to make sure that it remains hidden. Now, with enemies wanting her dead for unknown reasons, will the Masked Alpha be willing to sacrifice everthing including his beliefs that love doesn't exist to protect his obsession.

"I don't need your wolf to see that you are nothing, Anora. My mate is Lindis. I've just been keeping up with you because I didn't want to hurt you." *** The night Anora was betrayed by the man she loved and her childhood best friend, she fled in tears and ended up in the arms of a mysterious masked stranger for a reckless one-night stand. Stripped of her pack, her title and her wolf, she became nothing more than a slave in the home that should have been hers. A month later, she discovered she was pregnant—but the child was not her husband’s. Terrified of the pack’s judgment and after being falsely accused of murder, she finally escaped to protect herself and her unborn baby.

**"If you die, who will keep Camilla alive? How can you be so selfish?"** Those were my mother’s exact words after dragging my burned body back from the pack boundary. For twenty years, I was Riverfang’s secret—an omega locked away in the attic, drained of my blood every week just to keep their golden daughter alive. I thought I would die in that dark room. Then the Regent of the North walked in. Lord Cassian. The Lycan King’s ruthless brother, feared across the lands for tearing Alphas apart with his bare hands. My pack washed the soot off me, threw me into rags, and forced me to serve his tea. They thought I was too broken to speak. They thought a great lord wouldn't look twice at a scullery maid. They were wrong. The second my trembling hand set the cup down, Cassian froze. His eyes locked onto the needle scars covering my wrists, and his beast roared through the room: *"The direct bloodline of the Dark Moon Pack... and my fated Queen."* Riverfang sold me to him on the spot, laughing at the fool who traded gold for a dying servant. They didn't realize my blood was the only thing keeping their pack alive. Now, Riverfang’s lands are dying. Camilla’s stolen beauty is rotting away. And the Alpha who kicked me into the dirt is on his knees in the northern snow, begging for one drop of my blood to save his people. I stare down at them from the throne, my mate’s arm around my waist and a crown on my head. *You used me for twenty years. Now it's too late to beg.*