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Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings

I watched as Naomi gave me a look over for the umpteenth time since she wore the black netty gown that her mother had gifted her on her last birthday, and sighed. I felt a bit disoriented about my friend's look over.

"Naomi...say something." I drawled, not even sure what I wanted her to say.

She has been the one making me up all this while, and now all of a sudden, just when we are about to leave, she turned and began to look me over.

Why? I don't know. This my friend could be weird some times, mostly in a fun way.

"I'm lost for words." She replied, her face clothed with awe and honesty as she voiced her opinions.

"A good lost of words or a bad lost of words." I asked, earning a burst of laughter from her.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She inquired, still laughing.

"I don't know. You weren't saying anything." I replied with a shrug, still standing at attention, waiting for the approval of my friend.

Preparing For The Party II