Fitted For The Thorne: The Reborn Omega's Reign

To my pack, I was just a fat, clumsy omega whose thick frame made me an embarrassment. To my family, I was nothing more than a living blood bag meant to keep my fragile, pampered foster sister alive, until they drained me to my very last drop and watched me die without a single tear of remorse. But death wasn't the end, it was my awakening. Reborn back into the suffocating chill of the attic moments before my final, fatal transfusion, I looked at my curvy, abused body and swore an oath. No longer would I play the victim to a mother who called me a "draft horse", a brother who laughed at my agony, or a father who stood by in cowardly silence. This time, I wouldn't just escape the hospital bed—I would shatter their entire world from the inside out. This time I would be their Doom and Hell will be a safe place for them when my revenge begins.