CHAPTER 1- One Night

Lilian Grey, an Omega, moved through the busy halls of the Blue Moon Packhouse like a shadow, her head bowed, her presence barely noticed. Being the daughter of a lowly Omega, she had always felt like an outsider. Her father had abandoned her, for a reason she did not know.

When Lilian was five, she was left under the care of Aurora after her mother's mysterious death. Days after her mother died, rumors began to spread like wildfire throughout the pack, fueling a narrative that haunted Lilian's every step. Pack members spoke in hushed tones, their eyes filled with fear and disdain whenever Lilian passed, they would say, "She’s from the cursed Gamma bloodline."

The curse, they believed, was the reason her mother died so suddenly, and worse still, anyone who dared to connect themselves with Lilian or her family would be doomed to share the same fate. No one truly knew the origin of the curse, but it was said to go back generations, long before Lilian’s time. Her ancestors had supposedly wronged the Moon Goddess, leading to a punishment that afflicted their bloodline. Some claimed the curse was the reason why her mother died so young, while others speculated that it would cause anyone close to Lilian to fall into ruin—suffering tragic losses, misfortune, or even death. Lilian herself had no memory of her mother’s final days, but the rumors weighed heavily on her. Even as a child, she could sense the distance others maintained, the way parents would pull their children away when she came near, and how some pack members would quickly change the subject when she entered a room.

Aurora, despite her love for Lilian, could do little to stop the cruel gossip. She often reminded Lilian that the pack’s beliefs were just beliefs, with no real power over her. "You are not defined by their fears," Aurora would often say. "Your worth comes from within, not from the shadows of the past." But even Aurora couldn’t shield Lilian from the consequences of those whispers. Over time, it wasn’t just children who avoided her—it was everyone.

For twenty years, Lilian kept herself in isolation. Yet, even among the hostile glares and quiet whispers, there was someone she could never help but look at—Alpha Morgan Garren.

Morgan was everything Lilian could never be—strong, proud, admired by all. A 25-year-old leader of the Blue Moon Pack stood tall, his presence commanding and undeniable. His power radiated off him like the light of the full moon, and his silver eyes held a gaze that could melt or destroy with a single glance. Lilian had harbored secret feelings for him for as long as she could remember. It was foolish, she knew, to dream of someone so far above her. She was nothing but an outcast Omega, and he was the mighty Alpha, destined for greatness and a Luna worthy of his stature.

But no matter how hard she tried, Lilian could never quench the longing in her heart. She told herself it was just admiration, that all the pack felt the same awe in his presence. Still, her heart fluttered every time he walked by, even though he never spared her more than a passing glance.

One evening, a party was held in the villa in celebration of Alpha Morgan's successful battle. The packhouse hummed with the sounds of music and merriment, and warriors bragged about their victories as the females flirted with their Alpha. Lilian skulked at the side of the room like she always did, bringing drinks and disappearing as quickly as she came. Though the air was thick with excitement, to her it was all another night of isolation.

Lilian slipped away from the middle of the action as the night wore on, in search of a little privacy. The celebration was going strong, and she found herself stepping in the library. The noise from the main hall was muffled, and the refreshing scent of old books even gave her a temporary sense of peace. She pressed back against the shelves and closed her eyes.

“You’re hiding.”

The deep, gravelly voice startled her, and she opened her eyes to see Alpha Morgan standing in the doorway. His piercing silver eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she felt the weight of his full attention—a sensation she was utterly unprepared for.

“A-Alpha...I'm not h-hiding,” she stammered, bowing her head in respect. Her heart pound in her chest, and she fought the urge to flee.

Morgan stepped further into the room, his steps slow and deliberate. “You don’t have to lie, Lilian,” he said, his voice softer now. “I see you, you know.”

The words made her chest tighten. She had spent her entire life being invisible, even to him. But tonight, there was something different in his gaze, something that sent a shiver down her spine. He was closer now, standing just a few feet away, the heat of his presence wrapping around her like a blanket.

The smell of whiskey clung to him, and Lilian realized with a start that he wasn’t fully sober. His usual controlled demeanor was slightly off, a raw edge to his movements.

“You’re always so quiet,” Morgan said, his voice a low murmur. “Always working. Always in the background.” He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Why is that?”

“I… I just...” Lilian couldn’t form a coherent thought under his intense gaze. He was too close, too powerful, and her mind was spinning with the shock of his attention. “I’m just an Omega, Alpha,” she whispered. “I don’t belong in the spotlight.”

Morgan’s eyes darkened, something unreadable passing over his features. “That’s what they say, isn’t it?” His hand reached out, and before she could stop him, his fingers brushed her cheek. The touch was gentle, but it sent a jolt through her. “But I wonder...”

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Morgan leaned closer, his face inches from hers. His breath was warm against her skin, and for a moment, Lilian forgot to breathe. The scent of him—earth, whiskey, and something deeply primal—clouded her senses, leaving her dizzy and confused.

“A-Alpha M-Morgan...” she breathed, forgetting all formality in the heat of the moment. It was a mistake; she knew it. He wasn’t thinking clearly, and neither was she. But when his lips brushed against hers, all thoughts of right and wrong vanished. 

Morgan gently lifted Lilian, his strong arms cradling her as he carried her towards the sofa bed. The soft, worn fabric of the couch gave way beneath them, and he lowered her carefully, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his gaze lingering on her face, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

The kiss began slowly, Morgan’s lips brushing against hers like a whisper, tentative and exploring, as if testing boundaries neither of them had dared to cross before. Lilian’s breath caught in her throat, her entire body trembling with the unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensation. His lips were warm and soft, coaxing her into a rhythm that both soothed and electrified every nerve. A spark ignited deep within her, and she responded, her lips parting slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss.

Morgan hesitated for only a second, as if fighting some internal battle, but the restraint crumbled quickly. His hand slid up from her waist, cupping the back of her neck with possessive yet gentle fingers, pulling her closer as the kiss grew hungrier. His lips pressed harder against hers, the once gentle exploration turning fierce, as though he could no longer control the desire that surged between them.

Lilian’s pulse quickened, heat flooding through her as her body instinctively pressed against his, the gap between them disappearing. Her fingers, trembling with both anticipation and need, clutched at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for more. She could feel the firm planes of his chest beneath her hands, the raw power of his body making her heart race. His warmth enveloped her, and for the first time in her life, she felt seen, desired, and consumed.

Morgan’s grip on her waist tightened, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, pressing her firmly against him. The heat of his touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her body responding in ways she hadn’t known it could. His other hand tangled in her hair, tugging gently and tilting her head to deepen the kiss further. Their mouths moved together in a fevered dance, the taste of him—whiskey and something darkly masculine—consuming her senses.

The kiss became frantic, their need for each other growing with every passing second. Morgan’s lips left hers only briefly, trailing down her jaw, his hot breath fanning against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through her. When he reached the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, she gasped softly, her body arching toward him, every inch of her craving his touch.

"God, Lilian," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with need, barely restrained. His hand moved lower, skimming over her hips, fingers gripping her flesh as if afraid she might slip away. The sound of her name on his lips made her dizzy, her body humming with desire, her thoughts lost to the heady sensation of him everywhere at once.

Lilian could feel the heat pooling in her lower belly, a throbbing ache building inside her as Morgan’s touch ignited every inch of her skin. She had dreamed of this moment, but the reality was overwhelming, raw, and far more intense than she had ever imagined. His body pressed firmly against hers, solid and unyielding, the sheer power of him making her feel both vulnerable and completely desired.

"Morgan...ohhh." 

Lilian gasped with pleasure as Morgan's hands moved over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her. His lips found hers again, his tongue exploring her mouth, claiming her in a way that left her breathless. The kiss was no longer hesitant, but passionate and urgent, a need that neither of them could deny. Their bodies moved as one, the world fading away as the heat of their passion consumed them.

"Lilian, you're driving me crazy," Morgan murmured, pulling away the last piece of clothing that separated them.

Lilian was lost in the intensity of her desire, her body yearning for Morgan's touch. She closed her eyes, ready to give in completely.

Her fingers dug into his back as she pulled him closer, desperate to feel more of him, her whole world focused on this moment. She could feel the tension in his muscles beneath her fingertips, the way his body quivered slightly, as if he were struggling to hold back. For a brief, precious moment, Lilian allowed herself to believe that this powerful connection, this raw passion they shared, was real.