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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

"Mama, do you think she will ever wake up...this is the week of..." I heard the voice of a little girl, just before she was cut off by another voice, piercing through the thick fog of darkness coating my entire being.

The voice belonged to a woman. Probably her mother. The little girl had said 'Mama'. My head hurt from even trying to remember that word from a second ago.

"Shush...we will talk outside. Considering her vitals and her chi's rehabilitation, it is possible that she won't be asleep for so long now. Come, let us move toward the kitchen. Your father will be coming back anytime soon."

Dimly, I watched the mother take the little girl, whose height I couldn't determine due to the hazy images. They hadn't noticed that I was awake.

As they walked out of the room, I tried to open my eyes fully and put my limbs into motion, but I was greeted with an onslaught of pain and agony, which reminded me of the events I had last recalled.

Awake