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The System wants me to be the Villainess Omega

Kael seeing her stormy grey eyes whirling around and planning a come back smiled deviously, "It seems like you don't believe me. I'll make you believe me." And before Seren could tell him that she did believe him, Kael grabbed the back of the neck and pulled her closer to him then his lips were on hers and she instinctively closed her eyes. Kael's lips were softer than she remembered and she felt a part of her she didn't know existed growl within her. That was her wolf. That bitch didn't make her presence known normally but chose to appear when Kael kissed her. And honestly, she was enjoying the kiss. She felt her legs grow weak and threaten to give away beneath her, so she held onto Kael's coat. It seemed to please him because he let out a satisfied hum and deepened the kiss. His hand weaved through her hair making her let out a moan. Soon her hands were around his neck and one was weaving this his hair. His lips were so soft. She felt like she was in heaven. She didn't want the kiss to stop. Not long after she came to that conclusion, Kael pulled out leaving a trail of saliva between their lips. She opened her eyes and was immediately sucked in by Kael's lust filled ones. Kael rested his forehead against hers for a while breathing softly, his voice filled with barely concealed lust, "You see the connection between us, don't you Seren?" Seren Han was just another broke student eating instant noodles and mocking bad romance webnovels online-until a ridiculous accident killed her mid-rant. When she wakes up, it's inside the very story she was criticizing. Worse, she's not the heroine destined for love, but Seren Nightwind, the villainess omega fated for rejection and disgrace at the Mate Ceremony. And then comes the System. Quests. Penalties. Ridiculous missions like "Laugh at the heroine" and "Seduce the Alpha." Every command pushes her closer to ruin, but refusing carries consequences she can't ignore. Trapped between the Moon Goddess's script and the System's threats, Seren has only one question: How do you survive when the story itself wants you to lose?
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Chapter 6

Her shock simmered into fury. She shoved at his chest, not enough to move the wall of muscle and Alpha dominance, but enough to make her point. Her chin lifted, her voice slicing through the tension.

"You don't get to decide that," she said, her words shaking only because her body still hummed from his kiss. "You don't get to kiss me out of nowhere and stamp me like property. Alpha or not, there's something called common courtesy between two people of no prior intimacy."

The silence between them snapped taut.

Kael blinked, once, as if he'd just been told the moon was fake. Then his jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring. "Courtesy," he repeated, as though the word were foreign in his mouth. "You think courtesy has anything to do with a bond?"

"Bond?" She scoffed, though her pulse was still out of control. "I didn't feel some magical thread tying me to your wolf. What I felt was you deciding what's yours without asking. That's not fate but arrogance."

[Warning: Hostility toward Alpha may reduce attraction rate.]

Good. Let it drop to zero.

Kael's gaze sharpened at her defiance. He leaned closer, voice dropping low enough to rumble through her bones. "You felt something. Don't lie to me, Seren. My wolf reached for you the moment I rejected her."

His words made her chest constrict. Damn it, he wasn't wrong. She had felt a crackling heat that felt like something primal tugging at her ribs when his eyes met hers at the ceremony but if she admitted that now, she'd be signing her own cage.

So Seren smirked instead, her mask snapping into place. "What I felt was the Moon Goddess laughing at us. She loves irony. Her chosen Alpha snubbing her chosen princess in front of the entire pack, only to slobber over the one the pack saw as a villainess? That's not divine bonding, that's comedy."

[Villainess Reputation +3.]

Kael's eyes darkened, but the corners of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.He raised his hand, brushing his thumb against the corner of her mouth where his kiss had smudged her lipstick.

Seren froze.

"You talk like fire," he murmured. "But you kiss like surrender."

Her breath hitched-and she hated herself for it. She slapped his hand away, forcing a laugh. "Maybe I was just stunned someone could be that bad at it. You should practice. On someone else."

[Attraction Rate: +77.]

What the hell? No. That should've tanked it. What is wrong with him?

The System purred in her mind. [Note: Alphas respond to challenge. Mockery interpreted as flirtation.]

Fantastic. So insulting him makes me hotter? Love that for me.

Kael's hand pressed against the bark beside her head again, caging her in. His breath ghosted her ear. "You can fight me with words all you want, Seren Nightwind. But understand this I don't bluff. When I claim, I keep."

Something primal in his tone rattled her wolf instincts, but she steeled herself. She would not be tamed in the first five minutes of villainess-dom.

"Oh, you keep?" she whispered back, smile razor-thin. "Then tell me, Alpha. Will you keep the pack after you spat in their Goddess's face? Will you keep their loyalty when they're calling for my head? Or will you keep just me, locked in a gilded cage, while your kingdom burns?"

His eyes flashed molten.

For a heartbeat, the forest itself seemed to go silent, the wind holding back. Kael's jaw flexed, his composure fraying but then he leaned back a fraction, golden eyes narrowing in consideration.

"You think like a wolf already," he said at last, a note of respect threading his voice. "Good. You'll need it."

Seren's chest rose and fell sharply. That wasn't an answer. It was a promise wrapped in a threat.

[New Quest: Survive the Pack's Wrath until Dawn.]

[Reward: +10 Wolf Affinity, +5 Villainess Reputation.]

[Failure Penalty: None.]

Her stomach dropped. Until dawn? That's hours. You want me to outlast a bloodthirsty mob for hours?

The System blinked. [Villainesses endure.]

Before she could spit a reply, a howl shattered the night.

Both of them turned. Through the pines, Seren saw shapes moving, wolves, dozens of them, eyes glowing, fur bristling. The pack had followed. They hadn't accepted Kael's declaration.

Voices rose among the snarls:

"Abomination!"

"Give us the usurper!"

"Protect the Goddess's chosen!"

Nova's sobbing cries carried faintly on the wind, the sound twisting like broken glass in Seren's chest. For one dizzying second, she almost pitied her. Then she remembered Nova's glittering aura, her destiny to be Luna, and how Seren was supposed to be background noise.

Not anymore.

Kael's arm slid protectively in front of her, his snarl ripping through the clearing. Wolves stumbled back at the sheer force of it, their bodies bowing against their will. His dominance poured like a tidal wave, flattening everything in its path.

Seren clung to the tree trunk, her heart hammering. She didn't need the System to tell her what was happening. Kael had thrown the entire pack into a war between Goddess and Alpha, and she was the spark.

Her lips curved despite herself. Congratulations, Seren. You've really stolen the story now.

Kael turned to her, fierce and unrelenting. "Stay behind me."

"Excuse me?" Seren's brows shot up. "If they're going to drag me through the mud, I'd rather at least walk upright."

His head snapped toward her, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "This isn't a game."

She smiled, sharp and wicked. "I never said it was."

[Villainess Reputation +2.]

The wolves howled again, circling closer. The air crackled with fury and fear.

Kael stepped forward, his voice rolling like thunder. "You dare defy me? You dare question my wolf? She is mine. Anyone who touches her dies."

The mob snarled louder, hesitation breaking into rage. Seren's pulse tripped-if they rushed him all at once, even Kael couldn't hold them forever.

Her hand darted to his sleeve, gripping it tightly before she could second-guess herself. He glanced down, surprise flickering in his eyes.

The mob surged at the tree line, teeth flashing in the torchlight, claws scraping dirt. The forest felt alive with fury, every wolf's growl thrumming through the marrow of Seren's bones.

Kael was on the verge of shifting, molten eyes locked on the threat. But Seren's grip on his sleeve tightened, pulling him back a fraction.

"Wait," she whispered.

His head whipped toward her, disbelief etched across his face. "Wait? They're here to rip you apart."

Seren inhaled sharply. Her wolf instincts screamed at her to duck behind him, let the Alpha fight her battles. But the System's smug prompt burned in her vision.

[Quest: Dominate the Crowd.]

[Reward: +15 Villainess Reputation, +10 Charisma.]

Her throat dried. Dominate? Like... fight? Taunt? Strip off my humanity and howl louder than they do?

[Villainesses do not beg for survival. They seize it.]

Her heart slammed. Fine. If the Goddess wanted her to be the villainess, then she'd give them the best damn performance of their lives.

Seren stepped forward.

Kael caught her wrist instantly. "What are you doing?" His voice was a low, furious growl, but his grip betrayed something sharper: fear.

She met his molten gaze, her lips curving into a dangerous smile. "Playing my part."

And she tore her wrist free.

Gasps rippled through the wolves as Seren moved ahead of Kael, out of his protective shadow. The air buzzed with disbelief. A prey stepping into the the wolf's den without trembling? It was insanity.

Good. Let them think her mad. Mad women were terrifying.

"Brothers. Sisters." Seren's voice rang sharp through the clearing, slicing through snarls and whispers alike. "Look at you. Growling, snapping, ready to sink your teeth into me like untrained savages. Why?"

The wolves stilled, caught off guard by her brazenness. She spread her arms wide, the moonlight glinting off her tiara.

"Because I embarrassed your saintly Nova? Because I stole the spotlight when your Alpha rejected her?" Seren's smile sharpened, cruel and cold. "Don't look at me. He's the one who cast her aside. He's the one who defied your Goddess."

Her finger lifted, pointing straight at Kael.

The pack growled louder, some heads jerking toward him, others snapping back to her. Kael's jaw clenched, but he didn't stop her.

Seren's voice rose, clear and merciless. "I didn't take anything. He gave it. He chose. And you all..." her gaze swept over the furious mob "...are too cowardly to admit that your precious Moon's will wasn't enough to sway him."

[Villainess Reputation +5.]

The crowd gasped, a low hiss of outrage rolling through the wolves like a wave. But some froze, their eyes darting between her and Kael, conflict bleeding into their faces.

Seren pressed harder, teeth bared in a grin that wasn't quite human. "You branded me a villainess? Then fine. I'll be her. I'll mock your perfect Nova, I'll spit in your Goddess's face, and I'll stand right here while you bare your teeth at me. But remember this..." her voice cracked like a whip "...you only hate me because I dared to be what none of you can: unforgettable."

[Quest Progress: 75%]

Kael's dominance surged behind her like a storm, his aura fusing with her words, making them impossible to ignore. Seren could feel his eyes burning into her back, silent but unwavering.

The wolves hesitated. Their fury fractured into something dread and awe and even fascination. A murmur rippled through the crowd:

"Villainess..."

"She's bold..."

"No fear..."

Nova's broken sobs carried faintly from behind them, but no one moved to comfort her. Their eyes were on Seren now, locked in the gravitational pull of her defiance.

Seren lifted her chin, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. "So go ahead. Tear me apart. Prove you're nothing but dogs snapping at scraps. Or..." she leaned forward, her voice dipping low and tinged with seductive touch "...admit you're afraid. Afraid that the Goddess chose wrong. Afraid that the Alpha chose right."

[Quest Complete.]

[Reward: +15 Villainess Reputation, +10 Charisma.]

The System purred, satisfaction curling like smoke in her chest. Power hummed in her veins, so sharp it almost made her dizzy.

Kael moved then, stepping up behind her, his hand firm on her waist, his voice a deadly decree over her performance.

"You heard her," he growled, molten eyes sweeping the pack. "She is the one I chose. She is mine. And if any of you lay a claw on her..." his wolf snarled, rattling the trees "...you will answer to me."

The crowd shuddered as one, wolves bowing despite themselves, their fury shackled under the weight of Alpha command.

Seren stood tall in the silence, her pulse hammering, her body trembling but her mask never cracked. She had thrown herself into the fire, and somehow, impossibly, walked out alive.

Kael's hand tightened on her waist. His voice dropped low, meant only for her. "You just bound yourself to me in their eyes."

Her lips curved, sharp and wicked, even as her insides twisted.

[Attraction Rate: +82.]

And though the night still trembled with tension, Seren knew one thing for certain: she had just changed the story again-and the Goddess was definitely watching.

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