Zyron Owens

How would you feel if your long term boyfriend and love of your life chooose your maid over you? What stunts would you pull to tear them apart? If your heart has been broken thrice, would you still take a chance at love, for the fourth time? If you had a slave, would you let her go free, and take everything that was meant for the one person you love and protect- your kid sister? If you were an alpha king, dreadful, powerful, and wealthy, whom every lady drools for, would you accept a bond to an omega and a slave? ***** Melissa Owens is an omega in the Viperine Pack and a slave to Alpha Reuben and his sister, Lizzy. She had been rejected three times by different mates and she had already concluded that the moon goddess is tired of her. It came as a surprise when the 3-time rejected omega was bonded by the moon goddess once again, but this time to the alpha king himself, alpha Enzo. Alpha Enzo was the boyfriend to Lizzy, Melissa's slaver. Lizzy had so much wanted to be his mate and Luna, but on her eighteenth birthday party, alpha Enzo chose Melissa instead, and worst of all, he chose her right before Lizzy's watching eyes. Would Melissa survive the stunt Lizzy and alpha Reuben would pull? How would she forget her past experiences and move on with present reality? Will the alpha king accept or reject her? As some hidden truth is brought to light and false allegations are well crafted to resemble the truth, how would they find a way around?

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.