Romans & histoires A Broken Alpha Heiress' Revenge

"And I am no one's spy. I am here to offer you a deal, Alpha King." Dante’s large hands shot up, gripping my waist and stopping my movement, his golden eyes blazing down into mine. "A deal? A wolfless, broken heiress who dropped out of school to hide a pregnancy thinks she can ride the Reaper? What the hell could you possibly have that I want? And don't even get me started on your body, I could have any woman I wanted."

And at the bottom, in gold ink that made my stomach turn: Hosted by Alpha Kieran Nightfang and Luna Veronica. Ares read it. Once. Then his fist closed and the paper crumpled with a sound like bone. He looked at me. And the man who held me last night was gone. This was the Alpha King. “We’re going,” he said. Quiet. “And this time, we don’t play nice.” He held out his hand. Palm up. Waiting. I knew what he was asking. Revenge. War. My heart was still pounding from last night. From his arms. But I put my hand in his anyway. His fingers closed around mine, warm and sure. “Ready to make them regret every single thing?” The word came out before I could think. “Ready.”

I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact but it never came. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Viviana holding Palesa's wrist. "What are you doing Viviana? I'm trying to discipline a disobedient slave" "That's not what I saw Palesa. I saw you trying to assault her" Palesa scoffed and pulled her wrist away from Vivana's hold. "And so what? The alpha said we could do anything we want to her" "And you just said you could smell him on her. Don't you think maybe things have changed?"

Wait, what? Before I knew anything, I was in my wedding dress, and standing in front of me was the alpha of Silver river pack, Alpha Curtis, and right now he was looking at me with hate and disgust. Hey! Don’t look at me like that! It’s not like I wanted to do this. I rolled my eyes and apparently he saw that because right now the look on his face was added a bit of anger and shock. Yeah didn’t see that coming did you? A smirk crept up my face until my eyes met with my father’s.

Royce added. Royce looked at me for a long moment. "She's the daughter of our Head Warrior, Hailey. If I put her under the compulsion of an Alpha in front of witnesses, her father calls it a blood insult, and we have a second crisis before dawn." He dragged a hand down his face. "I'm not defending it. I'm telling you the shape of the trap. Whoever did this built it well." "She said 'they,'" I said. "On the sand. She said, 'they said it was just to end it.'"

I was prepared to fight when the battle lines were established today. Sophia Lancaster Reid, a woman who would not be shattered by betrayal, who would stand up for her own truth, and who would assert her right to love, rather than the protected heiress I had been or the broken barista I had attempted to become.

His eyes widened in sheer, visceral shock, but the confusion was still there. He had spent days, weeks, hunting for the person with that exact scent. He was so stunned that he didn't even register the change in her posture or the sudden shift in the room's energy. Then she opened her eyes. They were no longer the soft, pleading eyes of a lost girl; they were glowing a brilliant, predatory golden. "My full name is Morvienne Seran," she declared, her voice empty and devoid of any pretense. "I am the Alpha's daughter... and the only survivor."

Mia’s ignorant stimulates Robert even more, “You have no idea how abhorrent Elena is! Thinking she is already the Luna and she--” “I know how she is,” Mia says calmly. She knows that more than anyone. Sighing, Mia continues in a low mood: “I can’t go back because he won’t take my side. She wouldn’t be alive now if he cares about what happened at all. He might protect me, but that’s all he would do. I can’t settle for that. I need my revenge.” In the ballroom, Alpha Bruce walks down the stairs, blends into the crowd elegantly as he greets one or two familiars, stopping occasionally for a few words. Even to acquaintances, his attitude is restrained, having the demeanor of a traditional aristoc

But in a cruel twist of fate, Desmond violently pushes her down the stairs, coldly concealing his actions with Brenda's help. Miranda dies that night, but fate has other plans. She is reborn with a fiery vengeance. With a new life and a relentless drive to make those who wronged her pay, Miranda vows to destroy Desmond, Brenda, and anyone who stands in her way. Fueled by her anger and the desire for revenge, Miranda sets out on a thrilling journey that will take her to the top and beyond. The stakes are high, the betrayal cuts deep, and the world is about to witness the rise of a woman reborn from the ashes of her former self. Can she exact the vengeance she craves? Will her heart ever heal,

“Oh… she said she has a problem in her leg from birth.” Damian stared at the paused frame again. The girl moving around the office, doing her job while favouring one side. He didn’t respond immediately. “So she isn’t an alpha,” he muttered more to himself. “Sir no... she is an Omega. Anything else I can tell you?” “Nothing. You can go. Delete the footage. Tell anyone who asks the cameras weren’t working.” Adler left quickly. Damian exhaled and shut the laptop with more force than necessary.