Claimed by the lycan prince: The fat Omega's Revenge

Ariana’s pov I stared at the thick cream card in my hands, the elegant gold lettering mocking me from my tiny kitchen table. “Kael Stormfang and Selene Blackwood request the pleasure of your company as witness at their mating ceremony.” I read it three times, gripping it so tight that my fingers left smudges on the expensive paper. My chest felt heavy, the same way it always did when the pack reminded me exactly where I stood. My best friend Mira sat across from me, nursing a cup of cheap instant coffee. She had come over the moment I texted her about the invitation, still in her work clothes from the pack archives. “They really listed you as a major witness?” she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. “After everything? Ariana, this is next level cruelty. Your own stepsister and the man you gave seven years to.” “Yeah,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Selene called it a chance to show I’m the bigger person. Said the pack would respect me more if I stood there smiling.” Mira snorted. “Bigger person my ass. They’re rubbing your face in it. The whole pack is probably laughing about the fat wolfless omega who got replaced by her slim, perfect stepsister.” Seven years. That was how long I had given Kael Stormfang everything I had. I covered his training fees when he was a broke low-rank soldier, defended him in pack meetings, turned down better opportunities so I wouldn’t have to leave him. I stayed even when the pack mocked our relationship openly. The oversized, wolfless omega who thought she could keep an ambitious warrior. I believed him when he said he loved me. I believed him right up until the Moon Festival. My phone buzzed on the table. Selene’s name flashed across the screen. I hesitated, but Mira nodded. “Answer it. Let’s hear what the snake has to say.” I picked up on the fourth ring and put it on speaker so Mira could listen. “Hello?” “Hey sis!” Selene’s voice came through, sugar-sweet as always. “Did you get the invitation? I know it’s last minute but we really want you there as our witness. It would mean the world to us and the pack.” Mira leaned in closer, eyes blazing. I took a steady breath. “You want me standing there watching you mark the man I spent seven years with? The one who publicly dumped me at the Moon Festival?” There was a short pause, then her fake laugh. “Oh come on, Ariana. Don’t be like that. We talked about this. Kael and I just happened. You deserve better anyway. This is your chance to show everyone you’re totally fine and over it.” “Totally fine,” I repeated flatly, glancing at Mira. Mira mouthed, “Bullshit.” “Exactly,” Selene continued smoothly. “Plus the champagne dresses will look good on everyone. Different sizes and all. It’ll be flattering. Kael says hi, by the way. He’s really hoping you’ll come.” Mira rolled her eyes and whispered loudly, “Tell her to choke on her fake concern.” I almost smiled despite the knot in my stomach. “I don’t think I can do it, Selene.” Her tone sharpened instantly. “Ariana, people will talk if you don’t show. You don’t want the pack thinking you’re still hung up on him, right? That would be so sad. Come on. Be the bigger person here. Father expects it.” “The bigger person,” I echoed. I wanted to scream but I kept my voice steady. “I’ll think about it.” “Great! Can’t wait to see you. Bye!” The call ended. I dropped the phone like it burned me. “She has some nerve. After everything, she still acts like we’re family.” Mira slammed her coffee cup down. “That’s it. You are not walking into that mating ceremony alone. No way. You need backup. Something that will make Kael choke on his own tongue and shut the entire pack up for good.” I rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of my curvy body sink deeper into the chair. “What am I supposed to do? Show up with a sign that says ‘I survived your betrayal’?” Mira leaned forward, eyes lighting up with that dangerous spark I knew too well. “Better. Hire a boyfriend. A really hot, expensive escort. Make them regret every second they spent laughing behind your back.” I stared at her. “Hire a boyfriend? Like an escort? Mira, I’m broke. I have exactly three thousand two hundred pounds left after paying for Kael’s last failed business trip. That’s my entire savings.” “Exactly why this is perfect,” she said, grabbing my laptop and opening it. “One day of revenge at their mating ceremony. Walk in with a man who looks like he could dominate the entire Moonfire Pack. Make Selene’s smile c***k and Kael realize what he lost when he chose alpha power over you.” I watched as she typed premium escort service London. Dozens of results popped up. “This is crazy,” I murmured. “I can’t afford to waste money on this. The pack already mocks me daily for being the oversized wolfless omega who got dumped.” Mira turned the screen toward me. “Look at these guys. Elite. Discreet. Guaranteed to turn heads. You deserve one night where you feel powerful again. They drained you dry for seven years. Don’t let them humiliate you more.” I paced the small living room. My reflection in the cracked mirror showed the same chubby, soft-bodied omega everyone loved to mock — wide hips, full curves, the girl who never quite fit. “What if it backfires? What if Kael sees right through it and the teasing gets worse?” “He won’t if you pick the right one,” Mira insisted. “Here. Look at this guy. He looks like he will eat this job up.” She clicked on a profile and the photo hit me like a punch to the gut. Dark hair. Stormy gray eyes that seemed to look straight through the screen. A face carved from ice and raw, commanding alpha power. The description was short: Hire me for an unforgettable premium experience. London based. Available for high profile events. “Ryker Blackwood or whatever his name is. Exactly three thousand two hundred pounds for the full day,” Mira said, practically bouncing. “It’s fate, Ariana. Your last money for the perfect revenge.” I hovered over the booking button, heart hammering. “Mira, this could be my rent for two months. Food. Bills. What if I regret it?” She stood up and put her hands on my shoulders, squeezing gently. “The only thing you’ll regret is showing up alone and letting them pity you. Remember how you supported him for seven years while he chased Selene and that alpha title your father promised? How you funded his suits and trips while the pack laughed at the oversized omega who thought she could keep him? You dimmed your own light for him. This is your chance to shine. Book it. Make it hurt.” I sat down slowly. “Special requests. What do I even say?” Mira grinned. “Tell them you want him to play the devoted, possessive mate. Make Kael seethe.” I filled out the form with shaking fingers. Wedding date, time, location. Special requests: Make them choke on regret. I reached the payment page and stared at the number. “This is for me,” I whispered. “Not for them.” Mira squeezed my shoulder. “Damn right it is. Hit confirm.” I did. The screen flashed success. Booking confirmed. Your companion, Mr. Blackwood, will contact you shortly with details. Thank you for choosing Vanguard Elite. I let out a long breath. “It’s done.” Mira hugged me from behind. “That’s my girl. Tomorrow you’re walking into that mating ceremony on the arm of a man who looks like sin and untouchable power. Kael is going to lose his mind. Selene too.” A new message popped up in my inbox. Mr. Blackwood has accepted your request. He looks forward to making your evening unforgettable. Attached was another photo. Those stormy gray eyes stared back at me, cold and intense. Something about his expression sent a shiver down my spine. He wasn’t just handsome. He looked dangerous — like a wolf who could tear apart anyone in his path. I closed the laptop but the image stayed burned in my mind. “What if he’s too good at this? What if I actually start believing the act?” Mira laughed softly. “Then you enjoy the show. Either way, you win. Text me every detail tomorrow. And wear something killer. We’ll go shopping in the morning if we have to.” I smiled for the first time in months. “You’re really pushing me into this.” “Because I love you,” she said simply. “And because those two don’t deserve another second of your pain. Tomorrow they learn what regret tastes like.” I nodded. Tomorrow I would walk into that mating ceremony with a man who looked like he could destroy packs. I just hoped I hadn’t made the biggest mistake of my life by inviting him into mine. But with Mira’s encouragement still ringing in my ears, the fear mixed with something new. Excitement. For the first time in a long time, I felt ready to fight back.