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The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

"Standard formation. Jinx, you take the security grid. Tank, loud entry. I'll provide overwatch and take the shot on Voss. Let's get it done." THE MISSION The simulation loaded instantly. They were standing in the rain, ankle-deep in the oily mud of Sector 9. The smell of sulfur and burning plastic was overwhelming. The realism of the Aegis engine never ceased to terrify Ren. "Comms check," Ren whispered. "Solid," Tank grunted. "Clear," Jinx replied. "Execute." Ren grappled up the side of a rusted warehouse, moving with the supernatural grace his avatar provided. He sprinted across the wet roof, sliding into position behind a ventilation unit. He unslung his rifle—a Longbow .50 Caliber with

Jaxon viciously hissed warnings and vowed he would make me pay. That night, he convinced Hailey to go into a hotel with him and sent me an explicit video to show it off. I immediately saved it and pretended to send it to both the client and the office group chat by accident. Then, I quickly deleted it. But the workaholics who were glued to their work notifications had faster reflexes than a professional gamer. They saved the video and actively forwarded it to every other group chat they were in. People who were already sick of Hailey and Jaxon blasted the video across every forum and social media platform.

Oh no. TBC ~please leave a gem~

I said within myself as I stood up from the ground weakly. "I Arielle Dawn an Omega of the Blue Moon Pack accept your rejection." I said with the last strength inside of me. "You can go live your life, but I will have revenge on you." "I will have my revenge on every one of you who tortured me." *I won't spare a single soul and I would make life so unbearable for every single one of you who rejected me." "The Cursed Omega you once hated and rejected is going to be the Omega you all willwish to have." I groan in pain. “I don't care how long it takes but I am going to have my revenge on you Alpha Liam.

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Do you want to claim your reward? [ new mission was issued by the system] [ mission: Buy slaves 0/20] [ reward: Military Training Manual (superior)].

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

He yanked my hair, dragging my head back as he whispered, voice dripping with venom, “You’re a worthless wolf that I use whenever I like. You are lower than a slave. You have no right to fight back. You have no right to speak. You are a wolfless, barren omega.” His words sliced deeper than his hands ever could. My chest tightened. Rage simmered beneath my skin, burning me alive. He finally released my hair, shoving me backward. I lifted my head, my teeth clenched. My fists trembled at my sides as I whispered, “Reject me then.”