Werewolf Werewolf Web Novels & Vampire Reject Stories

In a world where Omegas are bought, sold, and treated as slaves, Arwenna learned early what survival meant... what it entails and what it should be. Sold by her aunt at the age of sixteen, Arwenna was married off to an old man to pay the debts her aunt owed. A mere Omega was not cared for by the clan nor the Alpha... It never really mattered if they survived or not. Years later, she was blamed for the death of the same man she was forcefully married to. And now she was to be sold... dragged back to the same clan, to the same guardian who sold her off like a commodity; she was thrown back to everything she once escaped but now as nothing but the slave she always has been. Time flew by like a curse that came to haunt, sticking to her like glue. She lost her wolf... lost. She never got her wolf, only to realize during the mating season that she doesn't have a mate. "The Moon Goddess is so shrewd," she cried out, with emotions that have been bottled up for years. Nothing seems to be working, and now her aunt gives her away... No, she sells her again to the palace as a 'Dwangi,' a slave specially to keep the Alpha sane before finding his mate. She agreed. What's the purpose when she's like a useless paper plate that doesn't serve any purpose other than to be used and discarded? But what she doesn't know is that her story just begins.",

"She's a fat cow,"Alpha Aldric announced to three hundred witnesses. "I'm not taking a fat cow as my Luna. Neither will I take her into my bed" Then he handed my crown to my stepsister and handed me a mop. I scrubbed his floors for months while they laughed. I said nothing while Amelia smiled and Lennon called me a resource for anything too dirty to touch. And when my own family decided a dead girl was safer than a quiet one, I ran — straight into another kingdom's dirt, half-dead, and woke up bonded to the most powerful Lycan king who'd already buried one mate and never expected another. Kyrian Ashford doesn't know what I really am yet. Neither do I — not the curse rotting three layers deep in my own body, not the reason a prophecy the wolf kingdoms buried alongside a dead queen has been waiting for me for centuries, not what wakes up wearing my face the day I finally stop hiding. Aldric wanted me gone. He should've made sure of it.