Who Wrote Thr Omega Snd And Arrogant Alpha?

When you have status in a wolf pack then your life is set. You have privilege, you have pretty much everything you can ask for. I used to have that. Until my father, the head warrior, died protecting the Alpha and then all of a sudden we were nothing to the top pack leaders. That was 5 years ago now. I still wonder how my mother managed to live through the death of her mate. She’s the strongest woman I know. Especially after having our house taken off of us, our car, our entire life taken away. When I got to school, I was pretty soaked from the rain and I went inside and went straight to my locker. I could hear a bunch of kids coming down the hallway towards me, and I turned my head slightly to look at them. They were friends that I used to have, and friends that I always refused to have because they were spoiled assholes. One of the guys that was closest to me elbowed me and shoved me into the locker and the rest of his friends started laughing. “Dickhead.” I yelled. And they all stopped. But he slowly turned around to look at me. “What did you just say, trash?” He asked. “You heard me.” I said, turning to face him head on. “I outrank you bitch. You don’t walk away from me. Never forget that.” He yelled. “Fine.” I said, without changing my facial expression at all. So he relaxed a little and pulled back away from me to look at his friends. But then one of his friends yelled at him to look out and when he turned back around to look at me, I punched him straight in the nose.

For three years, I was his hidden Omega mate.I fought for him. I built his pack. I became his top warrior.But on our third anniversary, he chose a noble lady for power… and announced their marriage. I burned every gift.Awakened my royal blood.Broke the mate bond he thought he owned. I will never be your secret.Never your shadow.Never your mistress. I reject you, Alpha.This is my revenge.

Every she-wolf in Crescent Ridge knew the Nightwood name. Lola did not. She grew up in the pack orphanage with no bloodline sponsor, no rich family background, no seat among the pack’s royalties. Some wolves were born into power. Others had to fight for every inch. Lola fought. She worked day and night, building something out of nothing until the Moon Goddess finally blessed her with a fated mate—Alpha Tristain Herdez. He was Powerful, respected, desired by every she-wolf. Five years after their wedding, their house was still empty. The pack physician revealed the truth: Tristain could never father a child. Lola kept his secret and buried herself in work, building a company that all of Texas admired. Then she collapsed during a press conference. Stage four cancer. Less than a year to live. While she prepared to leave a legacy behind, Tristain returned home one day with a newborn, claiming the baby was abandoned at the pack gate. But the child had Tristain’s face and her best friend’s eyes. And Lola was running out of time to uncover the truth.

I was born an Omega in a world that hunts my kind. To survive, I became what they fear most — an Alpha. The academy I rule is built for predators. Only the strongest survive, and weakness means death. No one knows my secret. No one can know. Except him. My rival. My enemy. The Alpha who’s hated me from the moment we met. He should’ve exposed me. But instead, he cornered me— lips ghosting against my throat, breath hot and possessive. “Say my name, Omega.” And in that moment, everything I built— every lie, every mask, every ounce of control— came crashing down.

"You stand your ground like an Alpha, you talk like an Alpha, you fight like an Alpha but... you smell like an Omega? Tell me, what are you really, Hunt?" "Tch! Just mind your own business, Lukeman!" "I would gladly mind yours instead, Nate. It just seems so interesting to me." "Argh! You're so annoying, Chris!" "You have to deal with it 'cuz starting now, I'm gonna keep questioning you about who and what the heck you are. Starting with; are you an Alpha or an Omega?" Nathan Hunt and Chris Lukeman were best friends since their childhood years. The two best friends love basketball and they have been actively participating in basketball clubs since middle school. However, they enrolled in different high schools, after graduating from middle school. Despite not having time for each other and hardly meet up, they were still contactable as close friends. Though, all of it changes when Chris finds out the real truth about his childhood best friend.

They don't remember her name. That's fine. She remembers everything. Sera Ashveil has spent four years being the most forgettable wolf in Ironveil Pack. Lowest rank. Smallest room. First one awake, last one anyone looks at. She scrubs floors before dawn and swallows Moonveil root with her morning water and counts exits in every room she enters. She's not surviving. She's waiting. She doesn't know what she's waiting for. Until the night Alpha Caius stops mid-ceremony, turns toward the back wall where Omegas stand, and says two words that crack four years of careful invisibility straight down the middle. "You. Come here." And then the stranger arrives. He comes with no pack, no rank, no explanation. Just gold eyes that find her in a crowd like she's the only thing worth finding, and a stillness that makes every wolf in the room step back without knowing why. He doesn't speak to her. He doesn't have to. Her wolf — silent for so long Sera had almost stopped listening — wakes up for the first time in years and says one word. Not his name. Not a welcome. Just: *Run.* Sera doesn't run. She never runs. But the stranger doesn't leave either. And the questions he carries — about her scent, her blood, the thing inside her that has no name in any pack record — are the same questions that got her mother killed four years ago. Someone erased Sera's kind from history. Someone is still making sure they stay erased. She thought she was the last of nothing. She was wrong about that. She was wrong about him too. "The Alpha's Forgotten Omega" is a dark wolf romance about a girl who was written out of the story —and the war she starts when she picks up the pen.