Alpha's Betrayal, Omega's Revenge

Lila

The burn in my throat was sharp yet oddly soothing, chasing away the storm of emotions threatening to pull me under. I set the glass down with a shaky sigh, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my resolve. No. I wasn't going to let my heartbreak win tonight.

"You need to get drunk, forget everything, and actually live for once," Sophia declared, pouring me another drink, her tone as unapologetic as her glossy red lipstick.

Elena smirked, leaning in closer, her voice dripping with mischief. "Or better yet, the fastest way to forget a man? Get under another one. Preferably one with abs carved by the gods and a tongue that knows its way around," she added, sliding the vodka bottle toward me with a wink.

I couldn't help the bitter laugh that bubbled up, though tears threatened to follow. My father's harsh words echoed in my mind-words that had crushed me more than I'd ever admit.

"You're just an omega, a low ranked she-wolf, Lila. And I was cursed with having a weakling so just be grateful that I'm not throwing you out of the pack and letting you live with dignity." He had said it to his five-year-old daughter who had just lost her mother.

The memory hit like a punch to the gut, but I shoved it down, swallowing my pain.

I should have been at the party, celebrating my union with Alpha Sheldon right now, smiling for pictures, and accepting congratulations. Instead, I'd run away to a club, drowning in alcohol and the company of my two best friends. All thanks to my fiancé and the fated mate he claimed to have rejected before getting involved with me. A liar through and through.

If no one else cared about my worth, then I'd carve my own path. I wasn't a weakling, I hadn't just shifted into my wolf form yet. They were unaware of my combatting skills.

"Stop overthinking and go for it, honey," Sophia urged, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts.

"Fuck it," I muttered under my breath, grabbing the vodka bottle and taking a long, defiant swig.

"Now that's my girl!" Elena whooped. "And while you're at it, find someone who actually knows what to do with his mouth," she teased, her grin downright wicked.

Fueled by the alcohol and their encouragement, I rose from my seat, claws flashing as I tore a slit into the front of my gown. My long hair cascaded down as I released it from its tight bun, earning cheers from my friends.

"I'm going to dance and get under someone who at least knows how to kiss," I declared, making a gagging face.

"Better knows how to eat you up and please a woman," Elena whispered in my ear, making me giggle. "You go girl, we will prepare a surprise for you." Her voice told me that it was something naughty, but I didn't resist this time.

Every pair of eyes in the bar seemed