The Sins of an Omega who has no Mate (eBook)

The Omega Who Would Be King

Desmond Iyare (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
215 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-109514-4 (ISBN)

Infos

They called me cursed before I ever bled. Zaria-the Omega with no mate, no chain, no fear. Exiled by the Alpha King who once almost claimed me, I have become the storm they unleashed. Now, I don't run from the Alphas who hunt me; I hunt them. I don't beg for a pack; I will build my own from the broken and the unbonded.
But the past won't let me go. The King, Jasper, watches from his throne, his gaze a familiar burn down the tether I never wanted. And Levi, the rogue Beta, stands beside me, a loyalty that feels like a different kind of chain. They think they can own me, tame me, or break me.
They are wrong.
This isn't a story about a mate. This is a war for a crown. And I will carve mine from the bones of kings, or I will burn their world to ashes trying.

Book 1

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Chapter 1 The Omega with no Chains

~ZARIA~

 

They called me cursed before I ever bled.

Before I even shifted for the first time, whispers painted my name in ash and venom. I wasn’t born screaming I was born silent. Watching. Breathing. Smelling everything. Even then, the elders said my scent was... wrong. Too rich. Too sharp. Too tempting. My mother cried the day the midwife flinched from me. She knew.

Omegas are meant to be soft.

Docile. Fragile. Carried by heat and ruled by instinct.

But I don’t have a mate to anchor my instincts. No Alpha to leash my desire. No pack to tame me.

I was born an Omega but I became something else the moment the world turned its back on me.

And I’ve never turned back.

 

The moon was a sl*t in the sky silver, bleeding, watching.

The forest around me pulsed with sound: the rustle of low branches, the ripple of cold wind through pine, the heartbeat of prey and predator alike. I moved barefoot over the damp earth, skirts torn, blood on my thighs not mine. A warning.

Behind me, they hunted.

The Alphas. Five of them. Big. Ruthless. Feral. Arrogant enough to think I’d kneel just because their cocks got hard at my scent. The cursed one. The heatless one. The mate-less one.

“Zaria,” one of them called. His voice was low, sing song sweet. That fake charm they all wore before their fangs came out. “Little Omega. Come out and play…”

I didn’t reply.

I didn’t run, either.

I crouched behind a tree, chest rising and falling slowly, grounding myself. I could feel my own scent thick in the air molten sugar and violence. That was the thing about me. My scent made them lose control. That’s why they wanted to own me. Trap me. Breed me.

But I wasn’t made to be bred.

I was made to burn.

A sharp crack to my left. A Beta maybe, scouting ahead.

They always sent the Beta first. Easier to replace.

I waited until he was close. I saw the glint of steel in his hand, the smug grin curving his lips.

He never saw my blade coming.

A whisper through the ribs. A flick under the chin. Blood misted the air like perfume. He dropped without a word. His blood was hot on my fingers as I leaned over him, eyes locked on the trees beyond.

They’d smell his death.

They’d come harder now.

Good.

I wanted them to.

 

They found me at the river.

Of course they did.

I stood waist deep in the dark current, the moonlight painting my skin silver, my hair slicked back. My torn dress clung to my body, soaked and ruined. My scent, too warped by blood, wet skin, and defiance.

The Alpha stepped out first. Darius.

Broad. Brutal. Smirking.

“You killed my Beta,” he said, tone lazy, like we were making conversation in a goddamn tea house.

“I gave him mercy,” I murmured. “More than he deserved.”

The others fanned out behind him. Hungry. Eyes glowing. They wanted to break me down. Drag me to my knees. Knot me. Mark me. F*ck me into obedience.

I let them come closer.

I let them think they had a chance.

“Don’t you want protection?” Darius asked, his voice laced with that sickly.sweet Alpha coaxing. “A pack? A home? Heat relief? You’re not made to be alone, Zaria.”

I tilted my head.

“You’re right,” I whispered. “I’m not made to be alone…”

He smiled.

“…I chose to be.”

Then I leapt.

A blur. A flash of silver. The river surged around me as I slammed into him, blade pressed to his throat before he could shift. He roared. The others snarled, but they hesitated. Because even now, bleeding and half-naked, I reeked of danger. Of lust. Of something too wild to tame.

He grabbed my hair. I smiled in his face.

“Go ahead,” I whispered against his lips. “Try and knot me. I dare you.”

He froze.

Because I didn’t smell scared.

I smelled… hungry.

 

The fight was chaos. Fangs. Claws. Heat. Pain.

I didn’t win by strength. I didn’t need to.

I danced.

I seduced.

I bled them dry.

When it was over, the river was red.

Darius lay sprawled at my feet, shifting back into his human skin, gasping like a man who’d just been reborn and realized God was a woman with a knife.

I stepped over him, chest heaving.

“Tell the others,” I said. “Tell them the Omega with no mate is done hiding.”

He didn’t move.

I leaned down, lips to his ear.

“I’ll build a pack out of wolves like me. Broken. Unbonded. Unclaimed. And when I do…”

I kissed his blood-slick cheek.

“…you’ll beg to belong to it.”

Then I walked away.

Naked. Unmarked. Unashamed.

And behind me, the forest didn’t whisper my name.

It screamed it.

 

Chapter 2 Heartless doesn't mean Heartless

ZARIA

The blood hadn’t even dried on my skin yet.

It clung to me, sticky and hot, a second skin that smelled of iron, lust, and war. I could still feel the weight of Darius’s eyes on my back, even as the trees swallowed me whole. His breath had been copper and arrogance, his touch desperate, his hunger bottomless.

And that look in his eyes when I walked away?

That wasn’t fear.

It was hunger.

Let them starve.

I had no destination. Only a pulse, a rhythm in my bones, a calling that told me I wasn’t made to kneel in any man’s den. The wind tugged at my torn dress, whispering secrets through the branches. The moon had climbed higher now, its silver eye fixed on me like it wanted to watch me unravel, like it wanted to see what I’d become next.

A howl split the silence behind me.

Darius.

He’d shifted. Calling the others. Rallying them as if I were some escaped pup instead of the storm that had just torn their Beta apart like parchment.

Fools.

They thought this was over?

I wasn’t running.

I was hunting.

My old den reeked of silence.

It was nothing but ruins now burned, rebuilt, and burned again. The stone walls were cracked, soot still clinging to them like old scars. My scent had faded, but not enough. Anyone with half a nose could tell I’d once curled up here like a stupid little girl, waiting for a mate who never came.

I stepped into the hollow, inhaled, and spat.

I wasn’t that girl anymore.

The silence here wasn’t peace. It was betrayal. It was the echo of packmates who had looked away while they stripped the collar from my neck and tossed me into the cold. My so-called sisters had giggled behind their palms, whispering: “What if she never goes into heat?” and “Maybe she’s not even Omega at all.”

But I went into heat.

Gods, I went into blistering, sickening, savage heat.

And the Alphas who tried to answer it?

They didn’t survive the burn.

Not all fires are for warmth. Some are meant to consume.

I moved toward the hearth, fingers tracing a jagged scratch in the stone. My scratch. My mark. A scar left behind the night I realized no one was coming for me. The night I stopped waiting to be claimed.

I was about to turn away when I heard it.

A growl. Low. Male. Hungry.

I turned slowly, blade sliding into my hand like a second heartbeat.

And there he stood.

Levi.

The rogue. The Beta.

Not bound to any pack. Not chained by heat. Just wild, dangerous, dripping with chaos.

He leaned in the doorway like the place belonged to him, shirt open, chest slick with sweat, boots stained with blood. And that smirk Gods, that smirk was sin given flesh.

“You’re a hard b*tch to track, Zaria.”

I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. “Try harder.”

He laughed. The sound rolled through the room like smoke, curling into my lungs until I almost choked on it.

“You cut down Darius’s Beta like he was made of wet tissue.”

“I gave him the death he deserved.”

Levi stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his boot grinding against the scorched earth. “And what about Darius? Did he deserve to live?”

“I let him.”

“That’s not like you.”

“I’m evolving.”

“Mm.” His head tilted, wolfish. “Or playing with your food.”

His eyes dipped, shameless, dragging over me—the torn dress, the blood smeared across my thighs, the blade glittering in my hand.

“You planning to use that on me, too?” His voice was low, dark velvet.

“Depends,” I said, stepping into the shaft of moonlight spilling through the cracked wall. “You planning to use your mouth on me first?”

That got him.

For a heartbeat, everything stopped. The air. The forest. Even the damned wolves outside froze, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Then Levi moved.

Fast.

Too fast.

I was slammed against the stone wall, steel and heat coiled around me. His forearm braced just beneath my throat—not choking, but close. Close enough. His scent hit me hard: wild berries tangled with storm clouds. His lips hovered an inch from mine, heavy with the weight of a thousand things unsaid.

“You’re poison,” he growled.

“You’re addicted.”

His hand found my waist, gripped, dragged me flush against him. I could feel him, hard and ready, pressed to me with a hunger that matched my own.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t f*ck.

Didn’t kiss.

He just stared at me like I was something...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 4.11.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-109514-5 / 0001095145
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-109514-4 / 9780001095144