Contemporary Romance Web Novels & Omega Revenge Stories

Aria is the Blackwood Pack’s dirty secret. For years, she has survived as an Omega, abused by her stepfamily and forced to hide her scent with suppressing herbs. Her only goal is to turn eighteen and escape into the human world.But on her birthday, the ruthless Alpha Caleb Vance—a man feared by packs across the continent—arrives to sign a peace treaty. Aria is forced to serve him. One spilled glass of wine, one touch of his hand, and the truth is unleashed.Mate.But Caleb is a tyrant who hates weakness, and Aria’s bloodline holds a dangerous secret that could destroy them both. Can she survive the Alpha’s possession, or will his wolf tear her world apart?

I was born an imperial princess. I was raised as a prince. I am doomed to be an Omega. To secure her grip on the Sovereign Empire, my mother, the Empress, erased my existence the moment I took my first breath. To the world, I am the Second Prince, a weak, unimpressive Beta. A spineless pawn in a court ruled by ruthless Alphas. For years, I have choked down toxic suppressants to hide my true Omega nature, enduring the calculated cruelty of my arrogant half brother, the open humiliation from the Duke meant to marry into our line, and the quiet, unbearable contempt of the empire’s deadliest military commander. They look at me and see a rival to be crushed, a joke to be laughed at, a boy not worth their blades. They don't know who I really am. They don't know that while they were busy dismissing me, I was building an empire in the shadows but my suppressants are failing. The heat is coming and the secrets I’ve buried are about to explode the very foundations of this palace. When the smoke clears and my scent fills the halls, the three men who made my life a living hell will realize their fatal mistake. I was never their punching bag. I am their ruin.

For eight years I cooked, cleaned, and raised another woman's pup while my husband drove two hours every weekend to stroke her hair. For eight years I smiled through pack meetings, swallowed my tears in empty hallways, and told myself this was what it meant to be a good Luna. Then I lost our pups. Alone. On a hospital bed. While he was posting photos at a festival with her. That was the last thing I did for free. My name is Leah Hargrove. I was never his Luna. I was his maid. And I am finally done.