The clock on the classroom wall ticked loudly, its sound amplified by the suffocating silence. Nicola James sat in the back corner, her chair slightly askew to keep her distance from the other students. Not that anyone wanted to be close to her. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, flickering every now and then, but no one else seemed to notice. Crescent Moon High was old, the kind of school where the lockers stuck, the cafeteria food tasted like cardboard, and the faint smell of mildew lingered no matter how many times they cleaned.
Nicola glanced at the clock again. Two minutes until the bell. Two minutes until she could blend into the crowd, slip through the hallways unnoticed, and finally escape the judgmental stares that followed her everywhere. Two minutes until she could retreat into the safety of her own mind.
The teacher’s voice droned on, his monotone explanation of algebra formulas fading into the background. Nicola’s gaze drifted to the window. The late autumn sun bathed the Crescent Moon forest in a golden glow, making the leaves shimmer like fire. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, their branches whispering secrets she wished she could hear. The forest was her sanctuary, a place where she didn’t have to think about her status as an Omega or endure the cruel jabs from her classmates. It was a world that didn’t care about pack hierarchy or the fact that she was at the bottom of it.
Behind her, a muffled giggle broke her train of thought. She stiffened, her grip tightening on her pen.
“Hey, Omega,” Maddie Harlan whispered, her voice dripping with mockery. The Alpha girl leaned forward, just enough for her honey-blonde curls to brush against Nicola’s shoulder. “Try not to ruin the game tonight, okay? Oh, wait, you’re not going. No one wants you there.”
Nicola clenched her jaw, keeping her eyes glued to her notebook. Maddie’s voice was soft, just low enough that the teacher wouldn’t notice, but loud enough for Nicola to hear every word. She could feel the smirks and stifled laughter of Maddie’s clique radiating behind her.
Maddie wasn’t entirely wrong - Nicola hadn’t planned on going to the football game. She never went to social events if she could help it. They were just another reminder of how little she belonged. At Crescent Moon High, she was invisible unless someone decided she was a target. And tonight would be no different.
The bell finally rang, jolting her out of her thoughts. Nicola quickly shoved her books into her bag, keeping her head down as she tried to slip out of the classroom before Maddie could say anything else. But as she stood, Maddie’s foot shot out, catching the edge of Nicola’s shoe. She stumbled, her books and papers tumbling to the floor in a chaotic heap.
“Oh no, clumsy me,” Maddie said with mock concern, her perfectly glossed lips curving into a smirk. “You should be more careful, Omega.”
Laughter erupted around her, a ripple of cruel amusement that made Nicola’s cheeks burn. She dropped to her knees, frantically gathering her scattered belongings. She didn’t look up, keeping her head low as her hair fell like a curtain around her face. The classroom emptied quickly, the laughter fading as her tormentors moved on.
“Nicola!” a familiar voice called, cutting through the lingering tension. She glanced up to see Chloe and Theo waiting for her by the door. Relief flooded her chest at the sight of them.
Chloe’s green eyes were narrowed in anger, her auburn curls bouncing as she stormed into the room. Theo, tall and broad-shouldered with a boyish grin, followed behind her. His usual easygoing demeanor was replaced with a frown as he looked down at Nicola.
“You okay?” Chloe asked, crouching to help her gather her books. “Maddie’s such a..”
“I’m fine,” Nicola interrupted, forcing a smile she didn’t feel. The last thing she wanted was to dwell on Maddie’s cruelty. “Let’s just go.”
Chloe didn’t look convinced, but she nodded, standing and handing Nicola her notebook. The three of them walked to Nicola’s locker, Chloe launching into a fiery rant about pack hierarchy and how Alphas like Maddie thought they ruled the world. Her words were sharp, each one fueled by her outrage on Nicola’s behalf.
Theo chimed in occasionally, his tone lighthearted, though Nicola could sense the protectiveness behind his words. He had a way of balancing Chloe’s fire, grounding her without snuffing out her spark. Nicola appreciated both of them more than she could say, but sometimes, their determination to stand up for her made her feel even more helpless.
As they reached her locker, Chloe stopped mid-rant and turned to Nicola, her hands on her hips. “You’re coming tonight,” she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Nicola spun her locker dial, sighing. “I wasn’t planning to-”
“I don’t care what you were planning,” Chloe said, crossing her arms. “It’s Friday, your birthday’s tomorrow, and you are not spending another night at home alone. We’re going to the game, and that’s final.”
Nicola opened her locker and stared blankly at the neatly arranged contents. The idea of spending the evening surrounded by noisy classmates and the suffocating pressure of pack dynamics made her stomach churn. But before she could voice her protest, Theo leaned casually against the locker next to hers, his grin returning.
“And before you try to argue,” he added, “there will be popcorn. Lots of it. And maybe hot chocolate if you’re lucky.”
Nicola glanced between her two friends, knowing they wouldn’t back down. Chloe’s determined gaze and Theo’s teasing smile were an unspoken promise: they wouldn’t let her spend the night alone, no matter how much she resisted.
She sighed, pressing her forehead against the cool metal of her locker. “Fine,” she muttered. “But only because you’re both annoying.”
Chloe beamed, looping her arm through Nicola’s. “That’s the spirit!”
Theo chuckled, falling into step beside them as they walked toward the school’s exit. “You won’t regret it,” he said, his voice warm and reassuring. “Promise.”
Nicola wanted to believe him, but the nagging doubt in her chest wouldn’t let go. The forest had always been her refuge, the one place where she could escape the suffocating weight of being an Omega. Tonight, she would be stepping into the very world she’d spent years avoiding.
As they stepped out into the crisp autumn air, the sun dipping low on the horizon, Nicola glanced at her friends. They were her lifeline, her tether to a world that often felt like it was crumbling around her. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad - if she could make it through without Maddie’s insults and avoid being noticed by anyone else.
But deep down, a tiny voice whispered that tonight might be different. And not in a way she was ready for.
The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as Nicola followed Chloe and Theo to the bleachers. The air was crisp, filled with the mingling scents of pine and damp earth, a constant reminder of the pack lands that surrounded Crescent Moon High. Nicola pulled her hoodie tighter around herself, as though the soft fabric could shield her from the noise, the people, and the weight of her own thoughts.The field was alive with activity, a kaleidoscope of movement and sound. Cheerleaders in glittering uniforms danced energetically on the sidelines, their pom-poms shimmering under the bright stadium lights. The band perched at the edge of the stands, their instruments gleaming, occasionally bursting into short, triumphant tunes that sent the crowd into a frenzy. Students packed the bleachers, a sea of Crescent Moon High colors waving banners and shouting encouragements. The air buzzed with the collective energy of the pack, an unmistakable pulse of unity that Nicola felt disconnected fr
After the game, Nicola found herself swept up in Chloe and Theo’s relentless enthusiasm. She had protested all the way to Theo’s car, but her friends had brushed off her excuses as if she’d been saying she didn’t like chocolate.“You’ll be fine,” Chloe said for the hundredth time as they drove toward the Blackstone mansion. “It’s just a party, Nic. No one’s going to bite you.”“Speak for yourself,” Theo quipped with a sly grin, adjusting his rearview mirror.Nicola groaned, leaning her forehead against the window. She didn’t belong at a party like this. The Blackstone house wasn’t just any house; it was a symbol of power and wealth, the seat of the Crescent Moon Pack’s Alpha family. Everyone who mattered in the pack would be there. Everyone except her.The Blackstone mansion loomed ahead like something out of a gothic fairy tale. Perched on a hill overlooking the pack lands, the sprawling estate was more castle than home. High stone walls framed a grand entrance, and glowing lights sp
The first scent hit her like a lightning strike - warm, musky, and intoxicatingly familiar. Her wolf stirred, a low growl rumbling in the back of her mind, waking from its deep slumber. The connection was immediate, like a spark that ignited something ancient and primal within her. It was him - them.Her fingers slipped, the glass of punch she had been holding tumbling from her hand and shattering on the floor with a loud crack. Her breath caught, the sound of the glass breaking drowned out by the sudden rush of blood pounding in her ears.“Nic?” Chloe’s voice was distant, a blur against the ringing in her head.Nicola turned slowly, her body stiff, her mind fighting against the instinct to flee - -or worse, to run towards them. Her gaze moved across the room, drawn as if by an invisible force, until her eyes landed on the three figures standing at the edge of the party, barely visible through the crowd.Damien. Dylan. Dean.The Blackstone triplets.They stood as one, their bodies exu
Nicola’s footsteps echoed through the stillness of the night as she ran, her body moving on autopilot. She didn’t know exactly where she was going, but the pull in her chest, the sudden surge of energy from the bond, drove her forward, deeper into the woods. The darkness closed in around her like a blanket, muffling the sound of her labored breath and the rapid beat of her heart.The scent of the triplets lingered in the air, warm and intoxicating - earthy, wild, and unmistakably theirs. It seemed to weave through the trees, twisting and curling around her like an invisible thread. She could almost taste it on her tongue, a sharp tang of desire and danger, and it made her wolf stir restlessly inside her.No, no, no, Nicola’s mind screamed. I can’t do this. I can’t.But her body betrayed her.With every step, the pull of the bond grew stronger. Her wolf, always a silent presence at the back of her mind, clawed to the surface, urging her to turn back, to go to them. It was a primal, ins
Her heart fluttered in her chest as she tried to push the overwhelming urge away. But it was impossible. The pull of the bond had her in its grip now, its force undeniable, its magnetism more powerful than she had ever imagined. She didn’t want this - didn’t want them. But her wolf, her body, was a different story.The bond was a living thing. It was her now.Nicola took another step back, her chest tightening. “I can’t be with you,” she said, her voice more forceful now, though she could feel it wavering. “I’m an Omega. I’m not good enough for you.”Damien’s expression softened just slightly, but his eyes remained dark and intense. He reached forward, capturing her chin with a firm but gentle hand, guiding her gaze back to his.“You are everything we need, Nicola. Everything we’ve always wanted.” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip, the touch soft but with a clear possessiveness beneath it. “We don’t care that you’re an Omega. You are our mate. And no matter how much you fight it,
Nicola’s chest heaved as she stood there, surrounded by the triplets. Her lips were still tingling from their kisses, her body thrumming with the bond that pulsed between them. She knew she should be afraid, overwhelmed by the intensity of what was happening, but instead, a deep, primal need was unfurling inside her - a need she could no longer deny.Her gaze locked with Damien’s, and she reached out, her trembling fingers brushing against his hand. He stilled at her touch, his dark eyes searching hers.“I…” Nicola hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, with a surge of courage, she intertwined her fingers with his. “Come with me.”The air in the room grew heavier as the triplets exchanged a glance. They didn’t need words to understand her meaning. Without hesitation, Damien nodded, allowing her to lead him, and the other two followed close behind.Nicola’s house was modest, the hallway narrow, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on the warmth of Damien’s hand in hers, th
Her frustration was short-lived as Dylan and Dean moved in, their hands and mouths working in tandem to keep her on the precipice. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was designed to stoke the fire within her, drawing her higher and higher but never letting her fall.Nicola whimpered, her nails digging into Damien’s shoulders as the sensation became almost too much to bear. “Please,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “I can’t…”“Yes, you can,” Dylan said, his voice soft but firm. He kissed the corner of her mouth, his golden eyes filled with a mix of desire and devotion. “Just trust us.”She nodded, her body trembling as they continued their slow, deliberate assault on her senses. Every nerve was alive, her skin buzzing with the electricity of their bond. And then, finally, they let her tip over the edge.Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching as the pleasure coursed through her. But even as she came undone, the triplets didn’t stop. They held her, steadi
Nicola awoke to the gentle glow of dawn spilling through her bedroom window. The morning air was cool, but the warmth surrounding her was undeniable. She was cocooned between the triplets, their bodies pressed protectively against hers. Damien’s arm draped over her waist, his steady breathing brushing against the back of her neck. Dylan’s fingers were laced with hers, his grin even in sleep a testament to his playful nature. Dean’s hand rested on her hip, grounding her with his quiet strength.The events of the night flooded back, a mixture of overwhelming emotions and sensations that made her heart race all over again. She’d given herself to them, body and soul, and in turn, they had claimed her as theirs. The mate bond hummed softly between them, a constant reminder of their connection.But now, as the first rays of sunlight painted the room, reality began to set in.Nicola carefully extracted herself from their embrace, her movements slow and deliberate so as not to wake them. She
The obelisk loomed before Nicola, ancient runes pulsing like a heartbeat in the sickly, crimson light. The closer she came, the heavier the air grew, like the nexus itself was trying to repel her. Marla's teachings whispered in her memory: Magic is as much about willpower as it is about knowledge. Stand firm, and it will yield.Nicola gritted her teeth, raising the shard. The artifact vibrated in her hand, responding to the obelisk's energy. The runes flickered, their light intensifying, as if the nexus were alive - and watching her.Then came the voice of Lyra again : silky, sharp, and dripping with malice.“Ah, Nicola. So determined. So reckless,” Lyra said, stepping out of the shadows. Her dark hair shimmered faintly, catching the crimson glow of the nexus. “Still fumbling with powers you don’t understand.”Nicola froze, her pulse hammering in her ears. Lyra’s presence was suffocating, her aura brimming with an energy both alluring and terrifying.“Lyra,” Nicola said, her voice ste
The air in the Order’s sanctuary was thick with tension. The discovery of the shard and Lyra’s haunting message left the group with little doubt: the nexus was their next destination. But the journey would be treacherous, and the stakes had never been higher.Nicola sat at the long, oak table in the Order’s library, the shard glinting faintly under the light of a nearby lamp. Marla stood nearby, flipping through an ancient tome while the triplets lingered close, their presence a silent reassurance.“This shard is a puzzle piece,” Marla said, setting the book down with a decisive thud. “It resonates with the energy of the altars, but it’s tied to something much larger. Lyra didn’t leave it behind by accident.”“She’s baiting us,” Damien said, his arms crossed. “She wants us to come to her.”“She’s also giving us a chance to stop her,” Nicola interjected. “If we can reach the nexus before she completes whatever she’s planning, we might be able to destroy it.”Marla nodded. “The nexus is
The beast lunged forward, its massive claws raking the air where Nicola had been standing just seconds before. She rolled to the side, her pulse pounding in her ears. The triplets wasted no time, charging in to intercept the creature, their blades glinting in the faint light of the ruins.“Nic, stay back!” Damien barked, parrying a swipe from the beast’s claws.“Like hell I will!” Nicola shot back, scrambling to her feet and gripping the charm she had used to weaken the altar. She didn’t know if it would work against the beast, but it was better than doing nothing.The beast growled, its red eyes glowing brighter. It seemed to grow larger, its shadowy form twisting and expanding as it absorbed the ambient darkness.“It’s feeding on the ruins,” Dean gritted out, dodging a blow. “We need to lure it away from here!”“Easier said than done!” Dylan shouted as he delivered a powerful strike that only seemed to slow the beast for a moment.Nicola clenched her teeth, her mind racing. She reme
The group set out at dawn on horses, their destination clear: the altar near the ruins of Lyra’s stronghold. The journey was fraught with unease, the knowledge of Lyra’s growing power weighing heavily on their minds.Nicola rode with Damien at the front, her thoughts racing. Marla had provided them with additional supplies and a charm meant to disrupt the altar’s defenses, but even that felt like a small advantage against the monumental task ahead.“Do you think Lyra’s stronghold still holds any of her power?” Nicola asked, breaking the silence.Damien glanced at her, his jaw tight. “If it does, we’ll deal with it. But this isn’t just about the altar - it’s about whatever else she left behind. She built these stronghold for a reason. Even if now it is ruins - it still might have a few surprises. ”Behind them, Dylan and Dean rode in silence, their eyes scanning the dense forest. The air was thick with tension, each sound amplified in the oppressive quiet.As the sun climbed higher, th
The group returned to the Order late that night, their steps heavy with exhaustion but their resolve unbroken. Marla greeted them at the gates, her expression a mixture of relief and concern.“You succeeded,” she said, her sharp eyes taking in their weary forms.Nicola nodded. “The altar is gone. But it wasn’t easy. The defenses were stronger than we expected.”Marla frowned. “The remaining altars will likely be even more fortified. Lyra’s magic was designed to adapt. The closer you get to the nexus, the more resistance you’ll face.”Dylan crossed his arms, his gaze hard. “We expected that. What we need now is a plan to hit the next one - and fast.”Dean chimed in, his voice edged with frustration. “We’ve been playing with this for too long. If we don’t pick up the pace, Lyra will have time to counter.”Marla hesitated, then motioned for them to follow. “There’s something I need to show you. It may help you decide your next move.”Marla led them deep into the Order’s archives, a labyr
The tension in the air was palpable as the group gathered around the large, worn table in the Order’s meeting chamber.Nicola leaned over map, her eyes scanning the intricate symbols and faded ink. “These match the placements my father marked in his journals,” she murmured. She pulled out her father’s map, carefully placing it beside Marla’s.Dylan studied both maps intently. “They’re almost identical, but your father’s map has additional notes - patterns, observations. He must have been working on figuring out why they were placed this way.”Marla’s brow furrowed as she compared the two. “Lyra was meticulous. The placement isn’t random - it forms a grid of power across the territory.”Damien’s fingers traced the lines connecting the altars. “This looks like a web. What’s it for?”“Amplification,” Marla explained. “Each altar feeds into the others. Together, they create a nexus of magical energy. If someone controls the nexus, they could wield unimaginable power - or destruction.”Dea
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the Order’s stronghold. While Nicola pored over her father’s notes in her quarters, the triplets gathered in one of the training halls. The air crackled with tension as they exchanged glances, their bond unspoken but palpable.Dylan broke the silence first, his voice sharp. “This isn’t just about Nicola anymore. Lyra’s targeting her, sure, but if she gets what she wants, the whole pack is in danger.”Damien, leaning against a nearby pillar, crossed his arms. “We’ve dealt with threats before, but nothing like this. A hybrid witch-werewolf with centuries of rage? She’s in a league of her own.”Dean, sitting on a bench and staring at the floor, spoke quietly. “We need to figure out how we fit into this fight. Nicola’s the key, but she can’t face this alone.”Dylan nodded, pacing. “That’s what’s been bothering me. We’ve always protected her, but this time...this time, it feels different. Like no matter how strong we are, we’r
Back at the Order’s stronghold, the group’s earlier victory felt hollow in the wake of Lyra’s growing threat. Nicola sat at the table, leafing through her father’s book. The triplets surrounded her, their expressions tense.“We’re close to understanding this,” Dylan said, his tone reassuring. “We just need to dig deeper.”Nicola shook her head. “It’s not enough. We’re fighting someone who’s been waiting centuries for this. Lyra isn’t just any enemy - she’s tied to me, to my family, and we still don’t fully understand how.”The following morning, Marla guided them to the heart of the Order’s Sanctum: a sprawling library, its towering shelves packed with ancient tomes. The air was heavy with the scent of parchment and wax, and a reverent silence enveloped the space.“If we’re going to understand Lyra and her connection to your bloodline, this is where we’ll find the answers,” Marla said.Nicola’s gaze swept over the shelves. “There’s so much. How do we even know where to begin?”Marla s
The wind howled through the dense forest as Nicola, the triplets and Marla moved toward the first marked location on Lenora’s map. The air grew colder with each step, a tangible unease settling over the group.Dylan adjusted his grip on the heavy pack containing the supplies they’d gathered at the Order’s Sanctum. “Remind me again why these altars couldn’t be hidden in nicer places?”“Dark magic tends to prefer dark settings,” Marla said dryly, her eyes scanning the shadowed trees.Dean walked slightly ahead, his hand resting on the hilt of his dagger. “How far, Nic?”Nicola held the map in one hand and her father’s book in the other. “We’re close. The altar is supposed to be in a clearing near the base of that hill.” She pointed ahead, her voice steady despite the unease knotting her stomach.Damien smirked. “Good. The sooner we deal with this, the sooner we can move on to the next one.”Nicola glanced at him. “It’s not that simple. These altars are protected by wards. Breaking them