The Reborn Omega's Revenge Novels & Stories

"Come to 425 Oak Street. Alone. No police, no friends. If you tell anyone or try to bring backup, I'll know. And you won't like what happens next." The line went dead. I met Helena's frightened gaze. She squeezed my hand. "We have to call the cops, Jade. This guy sounds dangerous—" I cut her off with a sharp look, glancing meaningfully at the phone. We didn't know if he was still listening. Grabbing a pen, I scrawled a quick note. 'I'm going. Look after yourself.' Before she could protest, I shifted into my wolf form and bolted for the door. As an omega, I was small even in wolf form, but I was fast on four legs. And I could handle any human who tried to hurt me.

As soon as I was about to climb on the platform, someone grabbed my arm and I turned quickly in anxiety - thinking it was my love since I had missed him more than life itself but my smile faded when I saw who it was. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was Pamela, urging me to stop. “It’s already too late, babe. I want to do this for him.” I said calmly. “Are you sure it is worth it?” She rolled her eyes. “Look at you, you are already so weak, can you even stand one strike?” For some reason, I didn’t see worry in her eyes. It was as if she was here to discourage and mock me. “I will be fine, Pamela. Besides, I’m doing this for a greater cause. By the time I’m done, I will grow from being an Omega to

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.

"For months, she had you. A helpless baby who would grow up thinking she was nothing. And it worked. You believed you were omega. Believed you were worthless and never questioned it." "Until my brothers found me," I said. "Until they found you," Selene agreed, her expression darkening. "That wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to stay broken and weak. But they found you anyway and gave you your name back, your power back. Everything my mother worked to prevent." "Your mother's dead," I pointed out. "Why are you continuing her revenge?" "Because it's my revenge now," Selene said. "Do you know what happened the night my parents died? The fire that killed them both?"

"I'm what you would have been if they'd started from scratch instead of copying you." "Another clone." "Not a clone." Omega's voice sharpened. "I'm not made from you. I'm made to replace the very concept of you. Better. Stronger. Uncorrupted by emotion or weakness." "Then why are we talking? Why not just kill me?" Omega smiled. "Because death is too simple. I want you to understand what's coming. I want you to see everything you love destroyed piece by piece. Starting with your daughter." Chaewon's blood ran cold. "Touch her and I'll—"

And now, he turned around and massacred my whole family on our wedding day. A sob broke from my lips as I glanced to the side, where my stepmother and step brother lay lifeless and bloodied. Yes, They had treated me like dirt my whole life, making sure I knew I was less than them, an Omega. But they were still my family. Despite everything, they didn’t deserve to die like this.. I began to sob harder, but a sudden loud moan tore through the silence, and drowned my cries. “Ungh, yes, fuck me harder Rex.” It was Lillian. My best friend. That back stabbing bitch, was no friend of mine.

Rose’s POV I didn’t even realize I had moved until my knuckles were white, twisted deep into the cheap fabric of the masseuse collar. My vision was tunneling, the edges of the room turning into a blurred mess of moss covered walls and expensive aromatherapy steam. I wasn't the reborn woman anymore. I was that girl in the basement again, feeling the cold steel of the dagger pressing against my stomach. "Who gave you this?!" I screamed. My voice sounded shredded, like I had been swallowing glass. "Who? Answer me!"

I didn’t need to let go of my anger. But I would stand. I would fight. I would survive. And when the woman returned… she would regret ever touching the rejected omega. The night was far from over. If this chapter hurt you… drop a comment 💔

I stopped fighting, I stopped trying to be weak, the victim, the broken Omega. I let the raw, primal energy of my Omega side, the part they had tortured and experimented on flood my senses. I let out a cry, it wasn't a scream, it was the cry of an Omega in distress, a high sound that came out through the marrow of my bones. The Rogue’s grip didn't just loosen, he recoiled as if I had set him on fire with my voice, as he dropped me, choking and trying to catch my breath. The Rogue slumped to his knees, clutching his head in agony, his breathing coming in frantic, panicking whines.

he shot back, brow furrowing as he met my glare. I advanced further, my voice rising. “What Have You Done?!” The force of my words made him flinch, and I caught a glimpse of my birth Omega recoiling slightly. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! I am your birth Omega, and you will not talk to me like that!” he ordered his tone firm. But my fury was already boiling over.