Virendra was my love. Or so I believed. Until I learned that I was nothing but a pawn in his game of revenge.

Love and vengeance—two forces as powerful as blood itself. Mine was love, an Omega’s unwavering devotion that knew no bounds. His was vengeance, cold and calculated, driven by a past I knew nothing about.

For two months, I lived in the warmth of his touch, the illusion of his care. Those two months were the most blissful of my life. I had felt his touch, his warmth, his love seeping into every part of me. I drowned in the ocean of his affections, unaware that I was merely sinking into the depths of his deception.

I was Jayant, the only Omega prince of Mahabaleh, son of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhi shree, the pride of my kingdom. My family’s honor was built on duty and dignity, and yet, on that fateful night, none of it mattered. I was young, lost in love, desperate to believe in the tender words Virendra whispered against my heated skin. I had given my heart to an Alpha who never truly wanted it. My love was real. His was a lie.

The night of my ruin, my heat came like an unstoppable storm, igniting a fire I had never known before. And he was there.My Virendra. My Alpha. Or so I believed. I trusted him. I wanted him.His presence soothed the fire within me, his touch ignited desires I never knew existed. Under the moonlit sky, I surrendered—my heart, my soul, my body—completely, unconditionally.

He held me close, whispered promises into my burning skin, and claimed me in a way no one else ever had. I gave him all of me, forgetting the world, forgetting duty, forgetting that an Omega’s purity was his greatest honor.

When the sun rose, I woke up alone. The scent of him still clung to my skin, but he was gone. The broken bangles on the floor, the scattered flower garlands, the deep ache in my body—everything reminded me of what I had lost. All that remained was the ache of my loss and a letter.

"A scar your family gave to me, and a scar I have now given to yours."

The walls of my palace could not contain the whispers. The Empire knew. My family stood disgraced. A ruined Omega prince—unclaimed, untouched by the sacred bond of marriage, yet marked by an Alpha who had already moved on.

The truth shattered me. Virendra, the Alpha I had trusted, had never loved me. He had merely claimed me to ruin me. Whispers of my shame echoing through the palace halls. An Omega’s purity was sacred, and mine had been stolen before marriage—before a bond meant to last a lifetime.

The shame should have killed me. But I refused to die.My heart bled, but I refused to be broken. If Virendra had played his game, I would play mine. If Virendra wanted revenge? So be it. I would return the favor.

I sent invitations for my suitor’s ceremony, a grand event where noble Alphas would compete for my hand. Among them, I invited one man Virendra would never expect—

I would make Virendra taste the agony he had left me with.

The fire of my love had burned me once. Now, I would turn it into an inferno of vengeance.

He had destroyed my innocence. Now, I would destroy his soul.

The scent of sandalwood and rose lingered in the air as the palace of Mahabalesh basked in the golden glow of dusk. The evening breeze carried the faint melodies of a flute being played somewhere in the distant courtyards, a sound that once brought peace to my heart. But tonight, my thoughts were consumed by him.

Virendra.

A warrior, a legend, an Alpha whose presence could command armies. But to me, he was something else—someone who had become the rhythm of my heartbeat, the warmth that settled in my very core.

I stood by the open balcony of my chamber, overlooking the vast expanse of the empire I was born to rule. The Omega prince of Mahabalesh, son of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhi shree. A title that meant everything to my people, yet in the presence of Virendra, I had begun to feel like something far more delicate—not just a ruler, but a lover.

The door creaked softly, and before I could turn, a strong arm wrapped around my waist. The warmth of his body pressed against my back, the scent of him—spiced musk, leather, and the distinct intensity of an Alpha—sent a shiver down my spine.

“You should not stand here alone,” Virendra’s deep voice murmured against my ear, his lips barely grazing my skin. “The night holds dangers.”

I smiled, my hands instinctively resting atop his. “And what danger could reach me when I have you?”

He turned me around to face him, his dark eyes holding something I mistook for love. His fingers traced the side of my face, his gaze lingering on my lips. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted him.

"My prince," he whispered, voice heavy with desire. "Would you still trust me, even if I were not who you think I am?"

His words made my heart stutter, but I did not dwell on them. I was blinded by love, by the way his touch set my skin ablaze.

“I would trust you with my life.”

And in that moment, I meant it.

As his lips met mine, I felt myself melting into him, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. The world around us faded. It was just him and me—our breaths mingling, our bond deepening, and the silent promise that we would belong to each other forever.

If only I had known then that his love was never mine to claim.

The night was bathed in silver moonlight, casting soft shadows over the silk-draped bed. The scent of burning incense lingered in the air, mingling with something deeper—something intoxicating. His scent.

I lay beneath him, my fingers tangled in his hair as his lips trailed across my throat, igniting a fire within me that I had never known before. The bond between an Alpha and an Omega was sacred, unbreakable. And tonight, I was giving myself to him—not as a prince, not as a ruler, but as a lover.

"Jayant," Virendra murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His eyes, dark and endless, held something I could not decipher. His hands caressed my skin with reverence, as though I were something to be cherished.

I gasped as his teeth grazed my scent gland, a silent question lingering between us. I knew what he was asking what he was about to do. To mark an Omega was to claim them, to tie their soul to yours. And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to be his.

"Yours," I whispered, surrendering to him completely.

The world blurred into warmth, sensation, and the overwhelming presence of Virendra consuming every part of me.

...Morning Came with Betrayal...

Morning Came with Betrayal

Sunlight streamed through the carved windows, painting the room in soft gold. I stirred, the ache in my body a reminder of the night before. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached out for Virendra—only to grasp empty sheets.

My heart pounded. I sat up, the silk covers pooling around me as a sense of unease settled in my chest. The bed was cold. He was gone.

And then, I saw it.

A single letter, placed carefully beside me.

A scar your family gave to me, and a scar I now return to yours.

The words blurred as my hands trembled, realization sinking in like a blade to my heart. It had all been a lie.

Virendra had taken everything—my trust, my love, my body—only to leave me with the ruins of my own shattered soul.

The doors burst open, and the horrified gasps of my attendants echoed in the chamber. The entire palace would know. My father, my mother, the empire I had sworn to protect—they would all see me as ruined.

I clutched the letter to my chest, tears streaming down my face.

Mine was love—eternal, unwavering.

His was revenge—cold, merciless.

.................

The halls of Mahabalesh had never felt colder. Where once there was reverence in the eyes of my people, now there was pity. Where once my father looked at me with pride, now he could not even bear to meet my gaze.

The whispers followed me like shadows.

"An Omega without honor."

"Who will bond with him now?"

"The prince has shamed the royal family."

My mother, Queen Abhi shree, sat before me, her face pale, her hands clenched in her lap. The anger in her eyes burned more than any words she could have spoken. My father, King Rajvardhan, stood by the window, his silence heavier than steel.

"You let an Alpha touch you before marriage", my mother finally spoke, her voice sharp enough to cut through my skin. "Did you forget what it means to be an Omega of this family?

I swallowed, my throat tight. I had not forgotten. I had simply believed in a love that was never real.

I wanted to scream, to tell them that I had been deceived, that Virendra had used me, broken me. But would that change anything? No. The damage was already done.

And he had won.

I clenched my fists, the ache in my body a bitter reminder of the night before. The warmth I had once felt in Virendra’s arms had turned to poison in my veins.

No, I would not be the one who was ruined.

He would be.

..............

The grand hall was filled with my father’s councilmen, their expressions grim as they spoke of ways to salvage the situation. The only way to restore my honor was marriage. But not just any marriage—one that would shake Virendra to his core.

I rose from my seat, my voice steady, my decision clear.

"Send an invitation to King Shatrughna of Rajgad."

Gasps echoed around the room. My mother’s eyes widened in horror. "You cannot be serious," she whispered.

King Shatrughna. An eighty-year-old Alpha, a ruler feared for his ruthlessness. He had long searched for a young Omega to bear his heirs, and now, I would offer myself.

A cruel smile curled on my lips. Let Virendra feel what it means to lose something he never thought he could.

If he thought he had broken me, he was wrong.

I would ruin him the way he ruined me.

..............

The winds carried whispers across kingdoms, and what was once a secret shame had become the talk of every court.

The Omega Prince of Mahabalesh, betrayed and abandoned, now sought a mate.

Virendra had not expected it. He had imagined Jayant broken, ashamed, a shattered reflection of the proud prince he once was. He had envisioned him hiding within the palace walls, drowning in humiliation. He had not expected defiance.