Mga Web Novel na First-Person POV Romance at mga Kuwentong Omega Revenge

“Mate” I felt my breath clog up in my throat as my wolf murmured the last thing I ever wanted to hear in my second life I watched as his forest green eyes widen in surprise and his sensuous mouth form the word “mate” I braced myself for another rejection as he stood from his throne and began to take long strides towards me. I was going to die at the hands of my mate, yet again. Mary-lee died at the hands of her mate and his mistress, but she was given a second chance. A chance to take revenge. She reincarnated in the body of an Omega maid whose pack was overtaken by the ruthless, rumored rogue Alpha King Lothar. She finds out that she was also given a second chance mate who turned out to be the rogue Alpha King, Lothar. She was prepared for another rejection, but this time, she was not going to let it kill her.

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.