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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

Was this how painful siblings fighting was? I thought, almost rubbing my chest at the stub of pain that was festering there.

I had thought it was only a broken heart from a broken relationship with a lover that could cause this hurt, but the more I watched Diana fuming and probably cussing me in her head, the pain increased. I haven't experienced it before, because I hadn't had a sibling, ever. Lent and Lilian hadn't been siblings. They had been plain thorns in my flesh. But it was different with Diana.

I and Diana, despite the short amount of time we have known each other, were closer, loved each other, and had a deeper relationship than I even had with my foster father. But still then, I didn't regret making the report to Laura and Peter, even though she was boring holes into my head, even though Laura and Peter were looking at me in disappointment. Better now than later, or rather better late than never.

Diana’s Anger