Mated To The Alpha Princess Omega Revenge

Chapter3

BIANCA~

I woke up gasping, my lungs burning like they were still full of freezing ocean water. My hands flew to my throat, clawing desperately as if I could pull the saltwater out. The crash of waves echoed in my ears. Jayden’s calm face. The shove. The fall. I was drowning. I had died. Hatred had been the last thing I felt before everything went black.

But to my shock, I wasn’t dead. I was sitting in a f*****g chair.

Inside my father's office. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might explode. What the f**k was happening? This couldn’t be real. I remembered dying. The cold water filling my lungs. The darkness. So why was I here again? Was I hallucinating? Had I gone crazy in my last moments? Or was this some kind of hell replaying my worst night?

I stared at Father, my mouth dry, confusion crashing over me like another wave. Nothing made sense. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get a word out—

SLAP.

Father's hand cracked across my face, the sting sharp and real. My head snapped to the side, pain blooming hot on my cheek. Ok, I wasn't dreaming.

“You embarrassed me in front of Prince Nikolai Pierce, you good for nothing Omega.”

The words hit just as hard as the slap. I blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the fog. This was the same moment. But I wasn’t the same. I had already lived this. Died because of it. Horror twisted in my gut as memories flooded back—the torn contract, Jayden’s betrayal, the cliff. I had to do something different. Anything.

“Father, please,” I begged, my voice cracking. I leaned forward, eyes wide with desperation. “I know I messed up tonight. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it. I’ll go back to the ball, talk to Prince Niko again. Just don’t—please don’t do this. I’ll do better. I swear on everything.”

He stared at me for a second, then his face twisted with disgust. Without a word, he grabbed my arm and shoved me hard toward the door. “Get out of my sight, you useless s**t. The pack has no room for a weak, pathetic failure like you.”

I stumbled into the hallway, the door slamming behind me. My cheek throbbed. Confusion and fear mixed together. Why was this happening? I rubbed my face, trying to think straight. If I was dreaming, this had to be a premonition and there was no way I was going to call Jayden. Instead, I rushed out of the mansion, heart pounding as I headed for the hockey arena. The school facility wasn’t far. Maybe ten minutes by car, but I ran most of the way, rain soaking through my clothes.

I had to get this done. There was no way in the world Father could take away every single thing I had fought for. The arena lights were still on when I burst through the side door, breathing hard. My shoes squeaked on the familiar floor. Coach was in his office, going over some papers. I knocked once and pushed in before he could answer.

“Coach, please listen to me,” I said quickly, words tumbling out. “Father pulled me from the team, but it’s a mistake. I can still play. I’ll train harder. Whatever you need. Just don’t clear my locker. Don’t reassign my number. Hockey is everything to me. Please.”

Coach looked up slowly. His face wasn’t sympathetic. It was cold. Hostile. He stood up, eyes narrowing like I was something disgusting on his shoe. “Bianca. Or whatever you’re calling yourself these days. Your father already called. The deal’s done. We can’t have a useless omega like you distracting the team. Get out.”

I stepped closer, pleading. “Coach, you know me. I’ve given everything to this team. One more chance—”

He grabbed my shoulder roughly and pushed me back toward the door. “I said get out. Your stuff will be cleared tonight. Don’t come back here causing problems.” The door slammed in my face. I stood there in the empty hallway, rain still dripping from my hair, shock freezing me in place.

Everything felt heavier now. I walked back toward the mansion the long way, past the sea cliffs. The waves crashed below, loud and angry. The sound hit me like a trigger. Suddenly, a wave of crushing fear slammed into me. My knees buckled. I grabbed the railing, staring down at the dark water. It was all real. The fall. The betrayal. Jayden’s hands shoving me. The burning hatred as I drowned.

I wasn’t hallucinating. I had died, and somehow I was back here, living the same night over again. Tears mixed with the rain on my face. Why me? What kind of sick second chance was this? My whole body shook with the weight of it, the memory, the pain, the knowledge of what would happen if I didn’t change everything.

I ran back to the house, slipping in through the hideout entrance. My phone had been buzzing the whole time. I pulled it out with trembling hands. Texts from Jayden.

“Where are you?”

“I’m worried.”

“Please call me, babe. I heard what happened.”

The words made my stomach turn. In the last life, I had run to him. Trusted him. Died because of him. I stared at the screen, the horror fresh again. He was probably already planning it. Laughing behind my back.

I broke down right there in my room. Tears poured out as I slid down the wall, sobbing into my hands. Everything crashed over me—the slap, the torn contract, Coach’s rejection, the sea, the memories of dying, Father calling me a useless omega. I cried until my chest hurt, loud ugly sobs that I couldn’t hold back. How was I supposed to fix this? Father wanted to sell me off to strengthen the pack. Jayden wanted me gone. The world felt stacked against me again.

But after a while, the tears slowed. I wiped my face, breathing deep. I had already died once. Fear couldn’t control me forever. Not if I wanted to live. I stood up, legs still shaky, but my mind clearer. I chose myself this time.

I locked the door and started packing immediately. I pulled out the hidden safes. I pulled out cash, watches, jewelry, important documents. Everything went into a plain black backpack. No flashy bags. I grabbed my laptop too, searching quickly for identity clinics in Las Vegas while I worked. New face, new name. It had to work. I couldn’t stay Bianca or Benito Russo.

My phone buzzed again. Another text from Jayden. I blocked the number without reading it. I wasn't going to go near that f*****g, slimy bastard.

The mansion was quiet late that night. I slipped out through the hideout, backpack heavy on my shoulder.

BIANCA~

It took me hours but the second the plane touched down in Las Vegas, it hit me all over again. I was really doing this. Running. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I grabbed my bag and slipped through the airport like a ghost. The bright lights everywhere felt too loud, too fake, just like that stupid Russian ball. I made it outside, found a quiet corner away from the crowds, and that’s when everything broke.

Tears started pouring down my face before I could even stop them. Big, ugly sobs that made my chest hurt. I had nothing. No hockey. No Jayden. No safety. Just a backpack with cash, some jewelry, and the clothes on my back. Father would be looking for me soon. Thomas probably already had plans. And Jayden… that bastard’s laugh still echoed in my head.

I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and dialed the only person I could think of. Rina. My old friend from years ago, before Father locked everything down. She picked up on the third ring.

“Bianca? Holy s**t, is that really you?”

“Rina…” My voice cracked bad. “I’m in Vegas. I ran. I can’t explain everything right now but I need you. Please.”

There was a short pause, then her voice came back strong. “Okay. Send me your location. I’m coming to get you right now. Don’t move.”

In less than ten minutes later, she showed up faster than I expected, pulling up in a beat-up red car that looked nothing like the fancy s**t I was used to. The second I saw her familiar face, I broke down again. Rina hugged me tight in the parking lot, not caring that I was soaking her shirt with tears.

“Girl, what the hell happened?” she asked, rubbing my back. “You look like you’ve seen death.”

“I did,” I whispered. “I’ll tell you later. Just… take me somewhere I can forget. Please.”

***

Rina didn’t ask too many questions as we got ready but that was always her thing. She drove us straight to a club called The Strip, the neon lights flashing wild across the dashboard. “Best place to lose yourself,” she said with a grin. “You need this.”

Inside, the music hit me like a wave. Heavy bass, flashing lights, bodies everywhere grinding and laughing. It was chaotic and f*****g perfect. Rina dragged me to the bar first, ordering shots like it was nothing. Tequila burned down my throat, then vodka, then something sweet and dangerous. We danced like crazy. I let the music take over, arms up, hips moving, screaming lyrics I barely knew. For the first time since that night with Jayden, I felt alive.

But something else was building too. A familiar heat low in my belly, spreading through my veins.

Fuck! I forget to take my suppressants and with everything going on, it slipped my mind. It was my omega rut. It had been suppressed for so long under Father’s control, but the stress, the alcohol, the freedom… it was hitting me hard tonight. My skin felt too sensitive, my body aching with sudden, desperate need.

Rina was laughing, spinning me around, buying more drinks. We jumped into a group of strangers doing some stupid dance challenge. Sweat mixed with the spilled alcohol on the floor. I threw my head back and laughed, real laughter that hurt my ribs. Someone handed me another shot. I took it. Then another. The world started tilting in the best way. My head felt fuzzy, warm, distant from all the s**t waiting back home, but the rut was making everything hotter, more intense.

That’s when I saw them.

Prince Niko, Luca Pierce and Marcus Vincent. Sitting in the VIP section like they owned the damn place. The same man I was supposed to seduce back at the ball was here with the two other people who my father’s pack so badly wanted to ally with. My stomach flipped and I felt enraged. It was his f*****g fault that I was here.

“Rina, watch my bag,” I said, my words a little slurred. She raised an eyebrow but nodded.

I walked up to the VIP rope like I belonged there. The guard let me through when I mentioned Niko’s name. My heart was pounding, the rut making my thighs slick and my thoughts hazy with need. I stepped into his section, the music still thumping loud in my veins.

Prince Niko looked up, surprise flashing across his face for a split second before it smoothed out. “Bianca Russo,” he said calmly, like we were back at the ball. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

I tried to seduce them at first, the words spilling out bold and filthy from the mix of alcohol and rut. But as I moved closer, brushing against them, the heat inside me spiked dangerously. I suddenly realized I needed to leave before I lost control completely.

“I… I should go,” I muttered, turning toward the exit, legs shaky.

Before I could take more than a step, Prince Niko stood and moved closer. His scent hit me like a drug—strong, dominant alpha scent wrapping around my senses. My knees weakened instantly. I melted into his arms as he caught me, my body betraying me completely. Luca and Marcus closed in on either side, their combined presence overwhelming. It was earthy and warm.

“Please…” I begged, voice breaking with desperate need, the rut taking over. “f**k me. All of you. I need it. I can’t… I need you inside me. Please, Niko.”

The rest became a blur of heat and hunger. Niko’s grip tightened as I begged shamelessly, grinding against him. They carried me to the private room, and I gave myself over completely, lost in the rut-fueled frenzy.

They didn’t waste time. They dropped me onto the bed and surrounded me. Three mouths, six hands. Niko’s mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. Marcus was behind me instantly, rough hands squeezing my t**s hard, pinching my n*****s while Luca pushed my legs apart and buried two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. I cried out into Niko’s kiss, back arching, hips bucking against Luca’s hand.

“f**k, she’s dripping,” Luca muttered, pumping his fingers fast and deep, thumb grinding on my c**t. Marcus bit down on my shoulder, his hard c**k pressing against my ass. They stripped me in seconds, dress ripped off, their clothes hitting the floor. I was naked and surrounded by hard muscle and heat.

Luca flipped me onto my hands and knees first. He thrust into my p***y in one brutal stroke, stretching me wide. I screamed, clenching around him. At the same time, Marcus grabbed my hair and fed his thick c**k into my mouth. Niko knelt beside us, stroking himself before pushing into my hand, making me pump him while the others f****d me.

They used me hard through the peak of my rut. Luca pounding deep into my cunt, hitting spots that made my eyes water. Marcus f*****g my throat until spit ran down my chin. Niko’s hands everywhere, slapping my ass, twisting my n*****s. I came the first time so fast it shocked me. Thighs shaking, muffled moans vibrating around Marcus’s c**k.

They didn’t stop. They rotated. Niko took my p***y next, slamming into me even harder while Luca pushed into my ass, the double stretch burning so good I nearly blacked out. Marcus took my mouth again. The feeling of being completely filled by all three at once was overwhelming. Skin slapping, grunts, my own broken moans and curses filling the room. Sweat poured off us. I was loud, shameless, begging between gasps.

“Harder—f**k me—please—”

They flipped me again, put me on top of Marcus so I rode his massive c**k while Niko pushed into my ass from behind and Luca f****d my t**s and mouth. I bounced and ground like a woman possessed, another o****m ripping through me so hard my vision went white. They kept going, relentless, rotating positions, using every hole, hands bruising my hips and thighs, mouths sucking and biting my t**s and neck.

I came a third time, then a fourth, screaming their names, body locked up and trembling uncontrollably. Only then did they let go. Niko spilling deep in my ass, Marcus flooding my p***y, Luca coming across my t**s and face. I collapsed between them, wrecked, sore, covered in sweat and c*m, breathing like I’d run a marathon.

***

When I woke up, my head was pounding and everything felt hazy. The memories of last night were fragmented—flashes of heat, begging, bodies, pleasure that bordered on pain. My omega rut… that’s what had driven me. f**k.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. I sat up slowly, wincing at the soreness between my legs, deep in my ass, and the bruises I could already feel forming on my hips, thighs, and neck. My dress was somewhere on the floor. I grabbed it and pulled it on with shaky hands.

I needed to leave. Get out before—I turned toward the door and froze.

Prince Niko was leaning against the wall by the exit, fully dressed, arms crossed. Marcus and Luca stood right beside him, watching me with dark, satisfied expressions. My heart slammed against my ribs.

“What the f**k?!!” I screamed, stu

mbling back a step.

The world spun violently. The hazy memories crashed into the sight of them, and everything went black as I passed out.