👑 The Omega they discarded just claimed their throne. 👑
Meet Emmie. They called her an Omega. They used her. They broke her. And when she was stripped of everything, they thought they had won.
They were wrong.
Emmie Medina’s revenge is a dish served ice cold. After surviving a devastating betrayal, she awakens a dormant, ancient power and discovers she is the Heir of the Lost Queen. Now, she’s back, not for forgiveness, but to tear down the entire political structure that ruined her.
In THE OMEGA’S ASCENSION: ⚡️ Revenge: Taking down the ruthless Alpha and the mastermind Beta in a breathtaking public spectacle. ♟️ Power: Securing an alliance using the ultimate secret artifact, The Book of the First King. ⚔️ Rule: Facing the prejudiced Lycan Council in a final, deadly Trial by Blood.
Witness the moment the Omega became the Queen. You will be on the edge of your seat until the very last word.
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Chapter 1: The Hollow Promise
The grainy playback on the screen was a ghost of a trauma Emmie thought she had buried. Yet, seeing those faces—the boys from her own pack who had tormented her during her freshman year—made her recoil, a visceral tremor running through her Omega body. They were tearing at her clothes, leaving her exposed and shamefully disheveled.
“You want money, little slut?” one of the high-ranking werewolves sneered, his voice a distorted echo of cruelty. “Don’t you remember how many times I told you? Trying to seduce a future Alpha is useless.” He pretended to adjust her clothing, but his touch was a violation, pulling his own uniform open until he exposed a shocking amount of skin, mocking her distress.
Cruel laughter erupted from the shadows, an awful chorus from the other boys recording the scene. Emmie had tried, frantically, uselessly, to cover herself. But the material was shredded, and the shame was total. It was as if, in that very moment, she were facing the jeers that had followed: “Slut,” “Whore.” Her life, already a desolate landscape as an orphanage Omega, had plummeted into a deep, inescapable mire of despair.
The nightmare had only lifted when the campus’s undeniable heartthrob, Alpha Maddox Gutierrez, stepped into her ruin. He had wielded his Alpha command like a physical weapon, crushing her tormentors, restoring her reputation with a single, dominant roar. By the end of her freshman year, he had proposed, offering her a life she couldn’t dare refuse. A humble Omega marrying a powerful Alpha—it was a miracle.
But five years later, the miracle had shattered into sharp, unexpected fragments.
Her hand, raised to knock on the private suite door in the pack’s lavish den, froze mid-air. The voices drifting out were low, venomous, and utterly familiar.
“Your Highness, why won’t you just acknowledge Emmie as your sister?”
It was Maddox. Her mate.
“Emmie’s been longing to find her biological family. Since you know her Lycan identity, it would bring her such peace…” His voice, usually firm, was almost pleading.
Emmie’s heart seized in her chest. Lycan identity? Her biological brother, a Prince? This confirmed the silent ache she’d carried for years. But if it was true, why the secrecy? Werewolves prized kin above all. Why would her own blood, a Lycan Prince no less, refuse to claim her?
“Because she’s not worthy,” Prince Asher Weaver’s reply was ice-cold, dismissive, and utterly final. “I’ve been with Lilah for so long—our bond is irreplaceable. I won’t let Emmie return and risk upsetting Lilah’s happiness or jeopardize her position as Beta.”
The blood drained from Emmie’s face. Not worthy. Her nails dug into her palms so hard she tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth.
A sardonic, chilling laugh echoed from Alpha Maddox. Emmie’s mate. Her supposed savior. “Imagine if Emmie found out that the very brother she dreams about, the one she idolizes, orchestrated her freshman year assault. Wouldn’t she go completely out of her mind?”
Emmie’s body went numb. The wall behind her felt cold, solid—a necessary anchor as the world spun. Asher’s voice continued, sharp and utterly without feeling. “This was all your idea, Alpha Maddox. You destroyed her reputation to protect Lilah, then you married the ruin you created. You let her sleep with you, even got her pregnant—don’t you feel any guilt?”
Maddox’s response was a chilling testament to his self-interest, his Alpha tone commanding the very air around the door. “As long as Lilah can marry the man she loves and secure her position, it’s worth it. As for Emmie, her pregnancy was for Lilah too. Aren’t fetal stem cells supposed to be the best for Beta health issues?”
Tears, hot and silent, streamed down Emmie’s face, tracing paths through her carefully maintained composure. The entire fairy tale—the protective Alpha, the unexpected love—had been a meticulous, cruel illusion. They didn’t care about her. They cared about Lilah Myers. For that girl, they had stopped at nothing, willing to tear Emmie’s life and her innocence apart.
Lilah, just who are you, truly?
Asher’s voice dropped, laced with malice. “You think that naïve Emmie devotes herself to you every day, treating you like a god. If she knew you’ve already arranged with the healers to extract the baby’s stem cells for Lilah’s benefit the moment it’s born, wouldn’t she want to kill you?”
Alpha Maddox’s voice went even lower, a guttural, possessive growl. “It’s just a child. If she wants, I can give her another. Keeping her perpetually pregnant will age her, make her less attractive, and ensure she won’t think of finding her biological parents. I’ll keep her weak and reliant.”
Prince Asher clicked his tongue. “You cut off Emmie’s way back home, then sealed her future fate, all for Lilah. You’re even willing to use your own unborn child as a remedy. Impressive devotion.”
Maddox slammed a hand on the table, the muffled sound a tremor of pure Alpha dominance. “I owe Emmie and the child a debt. I will make it up to them. If you dare to leak even a hint of this to anyone—we are finished, Asher.”
Asher’s laughter was cruel, a triumphant knife-thrust. “Oh, Alpha Maddox, as devoted as ever. Too bad Lilah doesn’t fancy you and has her eyes set on Rhett Bryant. It’s such a pity for poor Emmie; she thinks you’re her savior, yet you’re the real villain.”
Emmie’s heart hammered against her ribs. She took a single, controlled step back, retreating silently toward the den’s entrance. The conversation replayed in her mind, each word a venomous strike. The humiliation, the video, the marriage—all meticulously orchestrated by Maddox. And Asher, who had called her “sister-in-law,” was her brother, watching her suffer, plotting her end. Hatred, cold and focused, surged within her, a tidal wave that drowned out the whimpering protest of her stunned wolf.
The sudden, cheerful ring of her phone—a stark contrast to the darkness swirling in her mind—interrupted her terrifying thoughts. It was Caspian Carr, a Gamma and her closest friend.
“Emmie, are you there? I ordered your favorite garlic shrimp and pulled pork, no spicy seasoning. Your throat’s been bothering you, hasn’t it?”
His considerate voice was the final, devastating blow. Tears she’d been holding back flowed freely. Everyone envied her—the lucky Omega who caught the Alpha’s eye. A pack member once joked about her Cinderella transformation, only for Maddox to throw him out by the collar, demanding he apologize in the snow.
Yet, now, all that seemed a grotesque, calculated performance.
The familiar ringtone cut through her despair again. Maddox was calling.
Emmie wiped her face, took a deep, steadying breath that tasted like ash, and answered, her voice miraculously even. “I ran into some unexpected traffic, but I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
On the other side, his voice was instantly filled with feigned worry. “I should have insisted on picking you up. You shouldn’t have come alone, Luna.”
She hung up with an indifference that was frighteningly real and opened the door.
Maddox was standing, his towering frame exuding the powerful Alpha aura she’d once found comforting. He took her hand gently, his touch warm but hollow. “Is it cold outside? Come, have some spiced honey tea. It’s good for Omegas.”
Asher smirked, his Lycan Prince aura a palpable sneer. “Sister-in-law, look how much my brother cares for you. He’s worried about pregnancy spots, so he brought imported roses for the den to brew into tea. It’s excellent for beauty.”
Maddox gazed at her with a terrifyingly convincing tenderness, smoothing back her hair. “Emmie married me and endured the hardship of pregnancy. Taking care of her is the least I can do. As long as she’s happy, I’d give her my life.”
Emmie forced a small, frozen smile. Inside, her wolf didn’t whimper; it growled, a silent, cold promise. She would reclaim her life, and she would extract a price for every lie.
… She had to play the doting Luna a little while longer, long enough to ensure their downfall was catastrophic.
Chapter 2: The Beta’s Crown
Emmie watched the pack members filter into the den, their lighthearted jokes and casual admiration directed at Alpha Maddox Gutierrez. He returned their camaraderie with easy grace, occasionally turning to Emmie with a look of such sincere warmth and devotion that, had she not just been shattered by the truth, she would have believed him. She would be the luckiest, happiest Luna alive. But every soft glance, every gentle squeeze of her hand, now felt like a fresh application of acid to an open wound. The man she loved was a master puppeteer, and she was the broken doll on his string.
The door swung open again, and Lilah Myers swept in, the scent of expensive perfume preceding her. She wore a confident smirk, her eight-inch stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her pink silk dress was dazzling, her aura of pride immense. “Brother, you’re such a pain! Why didn’t you pick me up? Are you even my brother anymore?” she whined playfully, the spoiled authority of a high-ranking Beta evident in every syllable.
Asher, the Lycan Prince, instantly shed his cold composure, a soft, indulgent look replacing it. He gently tousled Lilah’s perfectly coiffed hair. “I was tied up at the construction site with Alpha Maddox, little one. It took a bit longer than expected. I’ll treat you to a proper shopping spree later, alright?”
Lilah instantly snuggled up to him, pouting her lush lips. “You promised, brother. I’ve got my eye on the new Cartier gemstone necklace; you’re buying it, no excuses.”
Asher gave a defeated, fond sigh, playfully tapping her nose. “You little troublemaker, you’ve talked me into another thirty thousand. Alright, alright, who could refuse my favorite sister?”
The word sister was a poison Emmie had to swallow. A flash of memory, raw and painful, surfaced: a small girl begging for chocolate, a big brother giving in with a mock-serious wink. “Fine, fine, anything for my sister. But don’t tell Mom, okay?” Now, her dear brother was dedicating that same indulgent helplessness to a stranger, focusing his affection on the Beta who was plotting her destruction. Emmie felt replaced, discarded, like a forgotten promise.
Lilah sealed the deal by throwing her arms around Asher and planting a loud, possessive kiss on his cheek. It was then that a shimmering flash of pink caught Emmie’s eye: the massive pink diamond bracelet circling Lilah’s wrist. It was the one Alpha Maddox had fiercely bid on and won at an auction in New York just last week. Emmie had been told it was a special heirloom, meant to be kept for their unborn pup’s future Luna. She hadn’t realized the “future Luna” was already wearing it.
Throughout the evening, Lilah was gleefully arrogant. She didn’t bother to hide the contemptuous, dismissive glances she shot toward Emmie. To this entitled Beta heiress, Emmie was just Alpha Maddox’s passing amusement, a convenient plaything to serve a greater purpose. Emmie sat quietly, observing the trio’s sickening intimacy. Maddox’s eyes barely left Lilah; they were filled with a profound, raw tenderness that pierced Emmie deeper than any knife. His real love was indeed Lilah Myers. Her own five years of marriage had been nothing but a cruel, elaborate stage play.
As the night wore on, Lilah tugged Maddox toward the doorway, seemingly ready to leave. Just as they reached the entrance, a heavy-set rogue, clearly reeking of cheap alcohol and desperation, stumbled out of the hotel’s bar and accidentally collided with Lilah.
Lilah instantly shrieked, her Beta authority flaring into ugly rage. “Watch where you’re going, you filthy fool!”
The rogue, intoxicated and slow-witted, stared blankly, trying to form a response. Lilah didn’t wait. She sprang forward and delivered a sharp, vicious slap across his face. “Apologize! Get down on your knees and apologize to me!”
The drunk rogue covered his stinging cheek, his eyes widening in shock and anger. “Brat, do you know who I am? How dare you hit me.” He shoved Lilah with a clumsy force that was unexpected. She lost her balance, falling to the ground with a cry of pain. “My foot!”
Maddox reacted instantly, a primal roar tearing from his throat. He threw a devastating punch that sent the rogue sprawling. “You’re finished! How dare you hit my woman.” The words were spontaneous, unfiltered, and utterly damning. My woman. Not my Luna, not my mate, but his woman.
Asher quickly crouched down, his handsome face creased with genuine terror as he examined Lilah’s ankle. “Lilah, are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Maddox paid the groaning rogue no further mind. He turned, scooping Lilah up without a moment’s hesitation. “Lilah, does it hurt? I’ll take you to the healer’s den right away.” He turned and strode toward the car, leaving Emmie, his legitimate mate and Luna, standing alone, her heart heavy with the crushing finality of his betrayal. The sight of him carrying Lilah, his face etched with frantic concern, was the ultimate confirmation.
Asher Weaver picked up Lilah’s fallen purse and anxiously pulled out his phone. His voice, usually cold and detached, carried a sharp, royal command laced with fear. “Dr. Green, Lilah twisted her ankle. Arrange for the best healer to see her immediately. No delays.”
As he moved to open the car door, the rogue werewolf, scrambling back to his feet, lunged again. He was desperate, reeking of alcohol, but in his hand flashed a small, lethal glint of silver—a weapon designed to cripple their kind. Asher was focused on his sister’s injury, his brow furrowed in worry.
Maddox Gutierrez, the Alpha, was holding Lilah close. When he saw the silver, he instinctively shifted his body, not to protect his mate, but to use her as a shield. Then, with a flicker of calculation that Emmie saw clearly, he pivoted slightly, positioning Emmie Medina directly between himself, Lilah, and the charging rogue, his eyes wide with a cold, desperate panic.