Attack On Moonlit Pack

Starlight's POV

The night was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. The Moonlit Pack’s territory was bathed in the silver glow of the full moon, and despite the cold air, the pack house buzzed with activity.

Warriors patrolled the borders, omegas scurried about completing their duties, and the elite members gathered in the grand hall to celebrate Alpha Helios' rise to power.

I had stayed away from the main house, as I always did. The pack had no use for an omega runt like me, especially one they openly despised. I was nothing but a shadow in their world, unseen and unwanted. That was until my mate, Alpha Helios, made it his mission to remind me of my place. "You're not even worth rejecting."

His words still rang in my head like a cruel melody, one that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I clenched my fists, pushing away the ache in my chest. I refused to feel anything for a male who had made my life a waking nightmare.

The scent of blood hit me before the alarms did. A guttural snarl echoed through the trees, and in an instant, chaos erupted.

Howls of agony ripped through the air, followed by the clash of claws against flesh. A sudden explosion shook the ground beneath me, sending me stumbling forward. My heart pounded as the acrid scent of burning wood filled my lungs. The Moonlit Pack was under attack.

I turned toward the pack house, my breath hitching at the sight of dark figures moving swiftly under the moonlight. Rogues, at least a dozen of them, bore down on our warriors, their eyes glowing with bloodlust. But it wasn’t just them.

The stench of death magic clung to the air. "Witches," I whispered, horror gripping me. The realization came too late. A piercing shriek split the night, and suddenly, the barrier that protected our pack shattered into a thousand invisible shards. The Moonlit Pack was defenseless and the attack was sudden.

Screams filled the air as warriors fought against the rogues, but something was wrong. Our fighters were strong, but they were falling too easily, their movements sluggish. Poisoned weapons. The rogues and witches had planned this attack with precision.

And then I saw him. Helios. The powerful Alpha tore through enemies like a storm, his black wolf a blur of fury and blood. He was brutal, merciless. A true warrior. Even through my resentment, I couldn't deny the raw power he exuded. Until he faltered. I saw it happen as if in slow motion.

One of the witches, cloaked in darkness, raised her hands, chanting in a language I didn’t understand. The air swirled, and before Helios could react, a dark mist coiled around him, sinking into his body like creeping vines. His snarl turned into a choked gasp. His wolf staggered, shifting back to his human form against his will. He clutched his chest, eyes wide in shock.

And then the blood came. Helios collapsed. The once-mighty Alpha of Moonlit Pack fell to his knees, coughing up blood, his body rejecting his own strength.

"Helios!" His father’s roar was deafening, but he couldn't reach him in time. The witch who had cast the spell sneered before vanishing into the chaos.

I felt frozen, my mind screaming at me to move, to help but why would I? This was the male who had tormented me, humiliated me, made me wish for death more times than I could count.

And yet…Something inside me twisted painfully at the sight of him crumbling. The unbreakable, untouchable Alpha, brought to ruin before my very eyes. And the pack? They were panicking.

Without their Alpha, they had no leader. The warriors fought, but the fear was thick in the air. Helios' parents tried to reach him, but the battle raged on, separating them. The rogues and vampires knew they had won. They had crippled the Moonlit Pack. Just as suddenly as they had appeared, they scurried away, leaving the Moonlit Pack warriors baffled.

And then I saw her, the pack healer, her usually kind eyes now sharp with something unreadable. She moved swiftly toward Helios' unconscious form, kneeling beside him. I watched in confusion as she pressed her hands over his chest, murmuring words too soft for me to hear.

The next moment, she lifted her head and bellowed loud enough for the entire battlefield to hear. "The Alpha will die unless his mate saves him!" The world around me stilled. Everything stopped.

I felt the weight of hundreds of eyes turning toward the healer, then shifting to Helios. Then the whispers began. "His mate? The Alpha doesn't have a mate." "The healer wouldn't lie... would she?" "Then where is she?"

I took a step back instinctively, my heart hammering against my ribs. No. No, no, no. I couldn’t… I wouldn’t. "The Alpha’s mate must step forward before I name them myself!" the healer warned, her gaze sweeping over the gathered wolves.

The air grew heavy, thick with expectation and tension. No one moved. Then, as if the universe itself had willed it, the healer’s sharp, piercing gaze locked onto me. A slow, suffocating dread curled around my throat.

The whispers grew louder. "Her?" "No way." "The runt? Impossible!" I felt my limbs trembling, but I forced myself to stand tall, even as the weight of their disgust and disbelief threatened to crush me.

I had spent my entire life hiding, avoiding their scorn, enduring their torment in silence. But now, there was no more hiding. The truth was out. I, the most insignificant omega in the pack, was the mate of the Alpha. And now, the only one who could save him.