The Reborn Omega's Revenge Novels & Stories

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

"Elena, I've watched you build this company like a weapon. Every achievement, every success…you're proving something to someone. I don't need to know who or why. Just remember that the best revenge is a life well-lived, not a life consumed by the past." That night, Elena stood at her penthouse windows, city lights spreading below like conquered territory. In her hand, a photo of Theo from Thomas's latest report. Seven years old now, his green eyes, her eyes…staring seriously at the camera. "He looks lonely," Zara whispered. "I know." "We could end that loneliness. Save the pack, reclaim our son, face our past." "And if they reject us again?" "Then we'll survive it. We're not the weak omega w

“Married? Who married you off? I'm still alive and I haven't given my blessings yet.” “Your blessings hold no value in the face of the law. We're legally married.” “What happened to you Kara? You weren't like this, what changed?” “Goodnight Dad. My husband and I are about to get busy. As you know, it's not our first night together. No need to hold back or be shy.” I ended the call and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Pierce looked at me, intently. “What are your plans? Where to do intend to start in getting your revenge?”

She retorted. I didn't believe her for a second. Eya was hiding something, and I wasn't going to let her get away with it. "Don't worry about it, Eya," I said, my voice dismissive. "I'm okay. You don't need to concern yourself with my well-being." But Eya's expression turned calculating, her eyes glinting with a knowing light. "I know what you are, Isla," she said, her voice low. "You're the omega reborn."

"It didn't work." With a slight frown on his eyebrows, Draven observed his sex slave. As he'd promised, he'd commanded her wolf to come forth—a ritual he had performed a thousand times. Things had gone smoothly at first, but then he'd met an obstacle, almost like a roadblock preventing him from digging deeper. And then the most unusual thing had happened. Her wolf had resisted him, something that had never been done in all his centuries of ruling as Lycan. That went against every principle that guided the ways of the werewolf kind, and the magic of the moon goddess herself. How had a common omega done it? A shadow falling over his gaze, Draven wondered... What was this woman?

she asked with a sober expression. "Omega slave,” Chloe chipped in. “Omega what? how am I…” "Look, you are an Omega slave and you have been cursed,” Emily, another inmate cut her off. “Be nice Emily.” Chloe murmured. "Why? who cursed me? why am I cursed? can it be reversed?" she asked. "Bree,” Chloe murmured, “You are cursed because you committed a grevious sin. That is why you were killed by gamma Rio." Bree creased her brows in total confusion, "Killed?" she muttered.

He placed his hand on the Omega's cheek and enjoyed his warmth and the tingles dancing against his skin. “I swear to you, I will make every single one of them pay for what they did to you and your Dad. I will seek revenge for you. They will die a painful death, every fucking one of them! They will regret the day they ever laid hands on you, and they will beg for mercy, but I'll never give it. I'm so sorry, my sweet Omega! I'm so sorry they hurt you,” As Ezra spoke, his forehead remained pressed against the Omega's. His heart swelled as his little mate tried to wipe his tears. The Omega had no idea how much that meant to him.

Her fated mates, Ash, Zane, Kai, and Blaze, were still bound by Theon's guards, their rage a palpable entity that vibrated through the stone floor. "I will not choose," Rhea said, her eyes on the vampire elder. "I will not be a piece in your war. I will not be a piece in Theon's war. I am the Omega. I am my own person. I will choose for myself." The older vampire's lips pressed into a tight line. "A brave speech, young wolf. But a foolish one. There is no middle ground. You are either with us or against us. And if you're against us." His gaze flicked to Theon. "Then we will take our revenge on this traitor. And then we will take our revenge on your entire pack. You will all die."

“I’m not an omega?” Rowan turned to me, his expression fierce and proud. “You could never be an omega,” he said, his voice resonating with certainty. “You are of royal Lycan lineage. The blood of the Mooncrest dynasty flows through your veins.” I blinked rapidly, shaking my head. “That doesn’t make sense. The seizures...”

I've become such a badass wolf and not some weakling Omega who they knew back then, I was someone else and not Lourve. Lourve is DEAD and BURIED for good, never to be heard of again and forgotten for good. Aztec, Rihanna, Alice, my father and Aries will pay for their crimes, I can't wait to get my revenge, the battle has just begun and I will have them dealt with, teach them never to mess with an Omega again. As for Aztec, especially him, the kids will have to do that and beat him to a pulp. No matter how I try to forget about that bastard, my son always reminds me of him.