He’s the ruthless Alpha. She’s the Omega no one wanted. Together, they’ll break every rule. Thalia has always been the lowest of the low—an outcast Omega in a world that only respects strength. She’s spent her life being invisible, overlooked, and barely surviving. But when Zephyr, the powerful and feared Alpha of the Rising Sun Pack, chooses her as his mate, everything changes. Zephyr is cold, untouchable, and known for his merciless rule. Mates aren’t supposed to be weak, and Thalia—timid, unshifted, and far from perfect—doesn’t fit the bill. But the bond between them is undeniable, and Zephyr has made his claim. In a pack that craves dominance, his choice shocks everyone—and provokes enemies. As Thalia is thrust into a world of dangerous politics, brutal challenges, and a pack that wants her gone, she must prove she’s more than just an Omega. But Zephyr isn’t just fighting for her place at his side—he’s fighting his demons, and the closer they grow, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Caught between pack traditions and Zephyr’s dark, possessive nature, Thalia must find her strength… or risk losing everything, including her life. Two broken souls. One unbreakable bond. Can an outcast Omega and a ruthless Alpha defy their fate—or will they destroy each other?
View MoreThaliaThe minutes stretched, blending into a quiet eternity as I sat in the stillness of the living room. The low hum of tension wrapped around me, until finally, the distant creak of the meeting room door echoed. Quick footsteps, firm and deliberate, retreated toward the front door. Agreement had been reached—on what, I had no idea. My thoughts swirled with questions: what had Zephry said to sway them? Or had he failed to convince them at all?Soft footsteps approached, stirring me from my musings. I glanced up to find Rosco standing before me, his mismatched eyes warm and glinting with familiarity. His gentle smile softened the sharp edges of my thoughts."Let me guess," I asked, quirking a brow, "Zephry screamed at everyone until they gave in?"Rosco chuckled, the sound low and soothing as he shook his head. "Not quite. He did try to convince them you were wrong, though." His hand raked through his hair, tousling the dark strands further. "But after hearing you speak as Luna, the
Nixon Blood. Thick, metallic, and warm, it dripped sluggishly from the deep gash on Mi'chi’s hand, pooling on the stone floor beneath him. The stale air in the dimly lit basement carried the coppery tang, mingling with the sharp stench of sweat and despair. Every breath Mi'chi took was a struggle, his chest rising and falling like a bellows as he wrestled against the pain. His wrist jerked involuntarily as Nixon's finger pressed mercilessly into the raw, ragged wound where Mi'chi’s pinky used to be. The Alpha’s movements were slow, deliberate, his face a mask of chilling detachment. Mi'chi’s scream split the silence, guttural and sharp, reverberating off the cold concrete walls. “You scream well,” Nixon said, his voice smooth but devoid of warmth. “The sooner you cooperate, the sooner your agony ends.” His golden eyes glimmered in the faint light, unblinking, predatory. Mi'chi spat, the glob landing near Nixon’s boots. “I’d rather die than betray my clan or the Luna,” he rasped, hi
Thalia The tension in the boardroom was suffocating, a thick, unyielding presence that pressed against my chest like a vice. Zephry sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his presence dominating the room as his golden eyes blazed with barely restrained fury. I felt the weight of his gaze on me, lingering far too long for comfort, stripping away any illusion of power I might have had in this space. The outfit he had forced me to wear—a fitted black dress that clung uncomfortably to my skin—left me feeling exposed, every glance from the Alphas around the table like a dagger slicing through my resolve. I sat rigid, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to ignore the whispers and stray looks. This wasn’t the first time Zephry had paraded me like some kind of prize. Rosco’s quiet smile from across the table was the only kindness I could grasp onto. It was fleeting, but it steadied me, grounding me in this hostile space. Rosco had been a rare ally in this mess, a beacon of decen
The heavy wooden door of the mansion creaked open, and as I stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. Whispers ceased, and all heads turned toward me. My boots echoed on the marble floor, a deliberate reminder of my authority. A figure approached, bowing deeply as I entered the grand foyer."You've finally returned, Alpha," the man greeted, his voice reverent but tinged with unease. His posture was stiff as he glanced upward, his smile tight. "I assume you’ve tracked the Luna?"I let out a short, humorless laugh, my lips curving into a smirk. "You ask me as if I would fail." My voice carried a sharp edge, a warning to anyone who dared doubt me. "She won’t see it coming when things escalate. The clock is ticking, and soon, Thalia will have no place to run."The man nodded quickly, relief flickering across his features as he avoided my piercing gaze. "Alpha, there's a... guest waiting for you. In the basement."I arched a brow, feigning curiosity, though I already suspected what awaited m
ThaliaZephry’s gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, sharp, and intense. It made my stomach churn uneasily, but thankfully, Billie was there. If Zephry had any intentions that spelled trouble, I was confident Billie would intervene. Still, my muscles tensed under his stare. I dared a quick smile in Billie’s direction, relieved to see her returning it as she rounded Zephry and made her way toward me.Even as Billie approached, I couldn’t peel my eyes away from Zephry. The usual guarded layers of his clothing were stripped away, replaced by a simple tank top that left little to the imagination. His long, muscled arms, hairless and faintly glowing in the light, looked like they belonged to a sculpted statue. A faint webbing of veins curved along his forearms, each one a testament to his strength. Despite the intimidating display, a sprinkling of freckles—like those scattered across his face—softened the harshness of his form, creating a maddening contradiction of beauty and power.“Morning
BillieHumming was one of the few things that kept me calm, especially when I was either working in the kitchen or with Zephry during one of his daily temper tantrums. As I chopped chives and fruits to prepare Thalia’s favorite dish, my thoughts drifted to her and Zephry as a whole. The sunlight streamed through the trees, dappling the room with golden light, while the gentle wind danced with the leaves outside. It was a scene meant for serenity, but my mind betrayed me, pulling me back to him.The memories were relentless, dark and unyielding. All the terrible things that happened years ago rose to the surface like jagged shards of glass, cutting through my peace. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t recall anything good about Zephry—or him—since then. But a stubborn hope lingered. If Zephry could just see Thalia for who she truly was, maybe, just maybe, we’d finally get a glimpse of the real Zephry we’d begged for all these years."Thinking about me like that won’t work, Billie,"
As I slipped through the front door, the creak of the hinges sent a shiver down my spine. I barely had time to shut it quietly before a voice sliced through the silence."Glad to see you again, Thalia."I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. Spinning around, I saw Billie leaning casually against the staircase, arms crossed and a sly grin curling her lips. Even in the dim light, her resemblance to Zephry was uncanny—the same sharpness in her gaze, the same air of authority."Where have you been?" she asked, her tone deceptively light. "I didn’t realize Lunas had free passes to come and go as they pleased."The knot in my stomach tightened. "Billie, please don’t tell Zephry," I whispered, tiptoeing closer, my hands clasped as if in prayer. My whole body was tense, every muscle screaming at me to flee, but I knew better. Running wouldn’t save me—not from Billie and certainly not from Zephry.She tilted her head, her dark eyes catching the faint glimmer of light from the hallway. Th
The rain poured harder with every step I took deeper into the forest. The steady rhythm of water striking leaves and pooling in the soil created a natural symphony, a melody both soothing and unsettling. My clothes clung to my skin, heavy with the downpour, and I abandoned my hood, letting the rain saturate my hair and stream down my face. The sensation was a mixture of freedom and surrender, the cool droplets a stark contrast to the warmth of my flushed cheeks. I had always loved the rain—its soothing cadence on long, quiet nights—but tonight, it felt different. As if it carried the weight of my guilt, distorting the world around me.Each step forward seemed to stretch the path infinitely, making me question if the forest had always been this vast or if my mind was playing tricks on me. Crickets chirped and insects buzzed in the underbrush, their tiny voices muffled by the storm. The earthy smell of rain-soaked moss and bark filled my lungs, grounding me, yet I couldn’t shake the fee
The familiar roads stretched out before me, winding between shrubs heavy with rain and memories I thought I had buried. Each step brought the scent of damp earth and pine—an aroma I had longed for, even in my dreams. The homes, small and quaint, stood like sentinels of a past I couldn’t quite escape, their weathered facades whispering of old wounds and fonder times. And then there were the people—faces I once knew so well, now blurred by time and distance. They walked with laughter on their lips, umbrellas forgotten as they pulled their coats tighter against the relentless downpour. I watched from my hiding spot, my hood pulled low, feeling like a ghost among the living. There he was—the Beta who had tormented me endlessly in my youth. Even in the rain, his posture was sharp, his gait as confident as ever. My chest tightened as I remembered his sneer at the Mating Ceremony, the disbelief in his eyes when my mate turned out to be an Alpha from another pack. A cruel twist of fate, or
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back at me. The black lace dress hugged my curves in all the right places, but it felt more like a cage than an outfit. Every breath I took reminded me of how constricting it was, how it pinched and pulled at my skin. The choker around my neck felt tight, almost suffocating, and my feet were already aching from these ridiculous heels. Why did I have to dress up like this again? Oh right, the stupid ceremony.A shiver ran down my spine, and I wasn't sure if it was from the room's coolness against my bare shoulders or the dread pooling in my stomach. Who was I kidding? No wolf in their right mind would want me as a mate. I'm just Thalia, the pathetic Omega who can't even transform. The shame of it burned in my chest, threatening to overwhelm me.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The pack's rules echoed in my head, each one feeling like another nail in my coffin:Omegas are the lowest rank.T...
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