Romans & histoires Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like An Alpha

Athena/Abena POV (Five years later) "You look so colorful as the butterflies!" That's the flatterer's voice. I was standing by the window, being dressed by Omegas. Today, I'm getting married to the Alpha of Winterhaven Pack. Alpha Asher, the alpha of all alpha's guiding the territory of Winterhaven pack and beyond. I smiled and stole a quick glance of the flatterer, Gwen by name.

My wolf snarled, memories of his betrayal, his hands locking the chains, his laugh as Lana tortured me—flooding back. I force my hands steady, but his amber eyes linger, searching, as if he senses the shift in me—the reborn alpha, not the broken pup he knew. My heart pounded, the moonstone burning hot. Does he know I’m not the same Vera? Lana’s smirk faded, her eyes narrowing—does she see it too? My claws itch, the hacker alert’s warning—“You’re being watched”—echoing in my mind. As Damon explained firewalls, his voice a low drone, my wolf snarls, urging me to strike. I’m Starfang’s heir, reborn to protect my pack, but the threats multiply—Lana’s schemes, Gabriel’s shadow, the unknown scent

“You’re saying… I was born with them?” “I’m saying,” he replied, “that you should start asking about your bloodline. You may have been claiming wrong all this while.” A cold chill of dread swept through Freya’s body at that moment. If she had been ignorant before, she was more concerned than confused now. Who the hell was she? After the bandages were reapplied and the healing ointments smeared across her cuts, the Omegas returned to take her back to the hall. It was empty. “Oh, the Alpha is not here.” Lenora said then looked at Freya with a mean glare. “I guess we will have to return you to the dungeon then,”

he asked, his voice breaking in pretence. I didn't know what to say. I knew the truth and I couldn't let him get away with this, not when he was going to ruin my life. "Malcolm you…" "Enough!!!" The pack's adviser. Roberts yelled. "No more word from you treacherous woman. Not only did you try to sell the pack out. You're also carrying a bastard child. Alpha she should be executed this minute and you have to pass the judgement even though she's your daughter. She's not fit to live!" She stated in a firm voice and I could only cry uncontrollably.

But before she could act further, a deep, menacing growl rumbled through the air, vibrating like a thunderous warning. The wolf she had hurled had regained its footing swiftly, and it wasn’t alone. Two more wolves emerged by its side, their eyes glinting with predatory intent. They recognized Amani—the Alpha who had invaded their territory, the formidable leader fiercely defending the two vulnerable omegas. To them, her dedication to these omegas presented a glaring opportunity, a vulnerability they were eager to exploit.

I said without hesitation. "It's a shame that you became such a cruel Alpha, but above all that you succumbed to dark magic. Your mother, may she rest in peace, must be turning in her grave because of your arrogance. I hope the Goddess blesses you and forgives you." The words of the Omega made me furious, so I growled and, with an animalistic rage, grabbed her by the neck and strangled her until I saw the life leave her eyes. Killing her was as easy as breathing; it gave me a momentary sense of peace, but it did not quell my anger or my thirst for revenge. So I ordered to drain her blood and cut off her head so that it could be impaled and placed in the town square.

That’s the Omega in her, the being driven to take whatever her Alphas want to give her, and begging us to dominate her in every conceivable way. Because that’s what makes her feel safe. That’s what proves to an Omega that her Alphas will protect her. She may not realize the animalistic drive behind this need, but Kev and I do. We were born to take care of an Omega just like this, to see to her every desire and protect her from the world. We’ll do just that. And we’ll avenge her, too. If Alpha Bryson is somehow behind her existence and appearance on Carnage Island, he’ll regret the day he played that card.

I said without thinking too deeply, "Save my wife. If you can save the baby too, that's fine. But my wife comes first." There was no hesitation. No point in bargaining with fate. If the gods wanted a price, they could take anything. but not her. Not my Amelia. "Okay. But she's bleeding so much right now, and she's going to need a blood transfusion." "Then use my blood." I said helplessly. It didn't even have to be up for long discussion. If my blood could save her, then they could take all of it if they had to. The healer nodded quickly, "We can use your blood, Alpha. But you should know that she's an omega. Which means two different outcomes are to be expected if she's to be given an Alpha'

And he has come to claim his reward. Rhea's blood chilled. She felt a ringing in her ears, a ringing from the ringing of fear deep within her. But she didn't crumble. She didn't shatter. She was an omega. She was a leader. She was a queen. She was the mate of four alphas. And she would never again be victimized.

And I still remember every single word of it. "“When the balance breaks and the moon wanes red, she shall rise from the ashes—The fireborn Omega, marked by grief and wrath. A vessel of chaos. Born of mercy but forged in death, she will be the ember that neither wind nor water can extinguish. Not Alpha nor king shall command her, for she carries no crown—only fire. Her presence shall awaken what has long been buried—The sins of ancestors, the blood of debts unpaid. She will walk among the ruins and with every step, kingdoms will tremble.