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When journalist, Bella Sinclair, was invited to a friends birthday celebration in the local bar, she imagined there would be drinking, dancing, and letting her hair down. What she didn't imagine- being sexual assaulted.Biker Alex 'Axel' Warner wasn't happy. He was supposed to be back in his clubhouse for the weekly party held by the club. He was supposed to be drunk, with the clubwhores begging for his c***. Instead, he was serving alcohol to a bunch of drunken adults, some behaving like children. That is until he spots the beautiful redhead dancing with her friends. What will happen when the two meet?Will Axel be able to protect Bella?Will he be able to protect her from herself?

Damien had hunted down a rare white fox. "Skin it. Have the pelt made into a fur cloak and sent to Heidi." He tossed the dead fox to one of his men as he gave the order. The man nodded, but stole a glance at me. Only then did Damien seem to remember that I was the one he was engaged to. "Take what's left and make a hand warmer out of it. Give that to Lucienne." The whole pelt went to Heidi. The scraps from the belly came to me. Later, I became Damien's Luna. When vampires invaded our territory, I threw myself in front of a wolfsbane arrow meant for him. Damien held my hand and asked if I had any last words. I looked past him, at Heidi, draped in that white fox cloak, dazzling. I pushed his hand away. And I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the Full Moon Gala. The Luna had moonstones brought out. She smiled. "Whoever has the purest bloodline becomes Damien's betrothed." I ran my fingers over the moonstone and lowered my head. A faint, dim light flickered across its surface.

She blankly stares at the unfamiliar ceiling. 'Didn't I die?! I'm sure I cut my wrist. I felt it! I watched my blood flow before I blacked out! What's happening?!' She is Raine, an orphan who died by her own hands... Now she's given a new life and a family. A life in ancient times.Author: Please excuse my lapses on grammar as I am an amateur writer.

I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

My friend and I transmigrated into a melodramatic novel about a wealthy family. When the mission ended, I chose to leave. He fell for the obsessive female lead and chose to stay with her. Eight years later, the system told me that she had locked him in a mental hospital, and he had only three days left to live. When I rushed to him, he was tied to the bed. His eyes were dull, and he kept repeating my name. His crush, Sterling Group's CEO, was planning a grand wedding with the man she truly loved. I looked at my friend’s hands. They had once played the piano with grace. This time, they were covered in countless needle marks. “You came, I knew you would...” He mustered the last of his strength to look at me. “I was a fool. I thought staying by her side was the truest form of my love for her. “I never realized I was only a stepping stone in her path. “Take me home. I don’t want to die here...”

I was just a nobody actor, killing time reading a trashy novel where the Omega side-character had my name. His only purpose? To be a disposable prop for the Alpha ML, a walking, talking disaster who gets his life ruined in 50 chapters flat. I hated him. I hated his pathetic weakness. Then I died. And I woke up as him. Now, I'm that cannon fodder. I'm in the body of the fool I despised, on the eve of his public humiliation at the hands of the novel's god-like Alpha, Huo Yan. The worst part? I never finished the book. I know how I'm supposed to die, but I have no idea how this story ends. My only guide is a faint voice in my head, a "Survival System" that gives me one simple, terrifying rule: Don't attract the protagonist. So I have a plan. Be invisible. Be boring. Stay away from Huo Yan. But I messed up. In one desperate moment to save my own skin, I did something unexpected. I showed a spark of talent the original "me" never had. And the Alpha, the man who should be looking at the female lead, is now looking at me. His scent, a predator's frost, hunts me in crowded rooms. His eyes, dark and possessive, follow my every move. He cornered me after a gala, his voice a low growl against my ear. "You are not the Omega from the script," he whispered, his touch branding my skin. "You are a liar. And I will peel back every layer until I find the truth." The plot is broken. The Alpha is obsessed. And my survival system is flashing red. I came here to avoid my death, but now I'm terrified I might just be the reason this story becomes a tragedy.