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 MoreEienaThe Next MorningZephry couldn’t be serious, could he? How could he say Reid was a bad person if he’d never even met him? It was infuriating—the way he always decided for me, always assumed he knew what was best without ever stopping to ask what I wanted. Not once had he asked if I wanted to be dragged into this world of titles, power, and endless expectations. A world where an Omega like me didn’t belong.The weight of it all crushed me as I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers tangled in the soft fabric of my blanket. Zephry’s words from the night before still echoed in my head, relentless and sharp. He’d said something... different. Something that had rattled me in a way I couldn’t quite define. No one—not even Oakley—had ever spoken to me like that. It was... unsettling.I wanted to stay in my room, hidden away from Zephry, Billie, and everyone else in this sprawling mansion. The thought of facing them was unbearable. I’d already told the handful of people who knocked on my
"You don't think I know that?" Zephry's voice was low, the kind of rumble that carried a storm brewing behind it."She still doesn’t know, does she?" Billie’s voice was gentle but edged with concern.Zephry exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. "She won’t believe me even if I tell her. I’ve been horrible to her for so long."Billie hesitated. "When she’s ready, she’ll come to you. She just needs time.""No." His hand flattened against the door, the wood cold beneath his palm. "We need time." He leaned his forehead against the door, his eyes closing. The faint, muffled sound of Thalia’s quiet sobs on the other side was like a dagger twisting in his chest. His wolf stirred uneasily, a restless growl simmering beneath the surface. "I wish I could reverse time," he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the still air. "I wish I could take it all back... undo every moment I hurt you, Thalia. I’m so—so sorry. Please, forgive me when you’re ready."The silence stretched,
Zephry The vase shattered against the far wall with a deafening crash, shards scattering like sharp stars across the floor. My roar filled the room, raw and guttural, reverberating off the cold stone walls. My fists dug into my scalp, pulling my hair so hard it felt like my skull might crack. Heat seared my face, anger curling through me like an inferno, and I clenched my eyes shut, trying to will it away.Footsteps echoed behind me, soft but deliberate. My nostrils flared as I inhaled sharply—no trace of her scent. It wasn’t Thalia.“Zephry, calm down,” Billie said, her voice steady yet laced with caution. Her words were a gentle tether, but I shook them off, slamming my fist into the wall. The cold stone didn’t budge, but my knuckles throbbed, and blood smeared the surface. A dull ache pulsed through my hand, grounding me just enough to keep my wolf at bay.“I just wanted to tell her she can’t be alone without me,” I growled, my voice low and guttural. My vision blurred, the edges o
ChapterZephryThe moment the door slammed behind her, an eerie silence settled over the house, broken onlyby the jagged rhythm of my breathing. My chest heaved as the weight of what I had donecrashed down on me like a collapsing mountain. The room smelled faintly of pine andearth—her scent—but it was fading fast, dissipating into the cool night air.What the hell am I doing? My fists clenched so tightly my knuckles cracked, the sharp soundechoing in the empty room. Why did I say that? The words had flown out like arrows, each onetipped with venom I hadn’t intended. I scared her off. I drove her away.You’re an idiot, Zephry.I slammed a fist against the nearest wall, the impact reverberating up my arm. My breathsturned into shallow gasps, each one edged with panic. She was out there. Alone. Vulnerable.And Nixon—damn him—was still lurking in the shadows. He’d been hunting her for weeks,maybe longer, and I’d just made it easier for him.I paced the room, my boots thudding heavil
ThaliaThe 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
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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