From Omega To Empire Destroyer

A Rage Curse swept through the werewolf world. Only an Alpha strong enough to fight it could keep his throne.

I was Alpha Liam’s personal alchemist. For nine years, I brewed "Serenity," the only potion that held back his curse.

I dragged his pack, Silverclaw, from a back-alley crew to a pharma empire. I turned him from a rabid dog into a king.

Liam promised me the Chief Alchemist title. He promised me millions in profit sharing the day the potion went public.

But on his coronation day, he gave it all to Chloe, a she-wolf who’d just joined the pack.

All because she was high-born. The perfect face for the pack's new image.

And me? I was just a lowly Omega.

I confronted him. He crushed me with his Alpha aura.

"You're an Omega. Be grateful I even let you stay. Without me, rogues would've torn you to shreds by now!"

I walked out before he could throw me out.

We’ll see who gets torn to shreds first.

But I know one thing. Without my potion, that power he's so proud of... will turn him back into the rabid animal he truly is.

"Harper's pathetic. Nine years and she couldn't even make Chief Alchemist."

"Please. Chloe's high-born. She got 'Serenity' to market in two months. That's real talent."

"Figures. An Omega alchemist was always a joke."

I stood just around the corner, their familiar voices like poison in my ear.

The main hall of Silverclaw Tower was packed. They were all buzzing about today's ceremony.

Chloe was about to become Chief Alchemist. She was getting everything that should have been mine.

"I always said Harper was just a front," said Elena, the woman I once called sister. "Someone with real skill wouldn't need nine years."

A small vial of pale green liquid hung from her belt.

The "Soul-Heal" potion I’d made for her three months ago.

She'd been attacked by rogues. Her inner wolf was dying.

I stayed up for seventy-two hours straight, testing hundreds of herbs to save her life.

Now she was standing there, laughing at me with the others.

"Bloodline is everything," Elena continued. "Chloe's father was an Alpha. Even if her pack fell, she was born better than some."

A sharp pain shot through my chest.

Then I smirked.

I strode into the crowd. The chatter died the second they saw me.

"Harper?" Elena’s face went pale. "What are you doing here?"

I didn't say a word.

I walked right up to her and snatched the vial from her belt.

"No—" Elena tried to stop me, but she was too slow.

I yanked it free.

The glass vial shattered on the marble floor.

Green liquid splashed everywhere.

A life-saving potion worth fifty thousand dollars.

Elena stared at the broken glass, terror in her eyes. She knew that without it, her inner wolf would begin to wither.

But she didn't dare move. She knew my temper.

The others were dead silent.

I stared at the pack