The Alpha's Forbidden Omega: the dragon won't let me go.

Die once; shame on the bastard who pushed me. Die twice? That’s when I realize I’m not even human anymore, and I wake up tied to a stake like some 10th-century witch about to be burned. Not great! Wait a minute! Why am I strapped between two posts alongside other terrified girls while a crowd looks on with disgust? And who the fuck is this sizzling male – no predator stepping forward with copper hair falling just above his shoulders and piercing amber eyes that seem to stare right through my damn soul? He’s towering, with a body built for war and an aura so suffocating that I can barely breathe. Even worse! He’s beautiful in the most terrifying way—like staring at an enemy you know could snap your neck, but you’re too mesmerized to look away. Hi, I’m Imani Marlowe. Or at least, I was. In my last life, I was the mistress who got pushed off a skyscraper by my supposedly devoted client-turned-husband who conveniently forgot to mention he was married. In this life, I am Imani Valeris – an Omega werewolf with a broken heat cycle and a psycho wolf who doesn’t listen to me. Translation? I radiate need like a damn beacon, and every supernatural male in a ten-mile radius is ready to claim me. And wouldn’t you know it – my latest meltdown happened during the most crucial werewolf summit of the decade. Perfect timing because just as the butcher lifts his blade to end me for disrupting a revered meeting like the summit, a dragon sweeps through the clouds, covering the sun with its mighty wings before landing right in front of me. In one breath, it burns the guard trying to kill me and then scoots over to that sizzling male from before. His gaze holds mine, and he growls the word “mine.” But then – another voice, just as fierce. “You cannot claim a defect and an offender.” He’s the Alpha of my pack. “She stays with us and will be tried in our courts.” Now I’m trapped between two monsters, and I have to choose: The Infertile Dragon Lord, who is mighty and desperate for an heir Or the powerful Alpha, who is my supposed mate. Both want me. Both would wage war for me. And to top it all off? The man who murdered me in my last life is back – as a vampire, hunting me across lifetimes. Oh, and I have three days before my next heat hits – likely burning down whatever’s left of my dignity. Three days before I lose my mind to the hunger. Three days before, I have to choose between fire and fury. Tick. Tock.