Diana “Remember those Omega? They could barely hold on in that room with all the Alpha aura contained in it”. I nod in a daze. That’s true. It wasn’t just the fear that made them tremble. The auras in that room also unsettled them. My mind races back to my time at the Zervos pack. I think of the Omega wolves-the ones who were always subservient, always fearful. Whenever they were near high-ranking wolves, their fear wasn't just psychological; it was physiological. It was in their blood, in their very essence. The Omega wolf's instinct is to cower in the presence of someone more powerful. It was a reflex, deeply ingrained into their nature. But my reaction had always been slightly different. I’d never felt that same primal urge to submit when in the presence of a powerful wolf. Instead, there was just... unease. A vague discomfort, but not the bone-deep terror that the Omegas displayed. I had always attributed this to my wolflessness. I had no wolf of my own, and though
DianaI rub the back of my neck as I drag my exhausted body out the kitchen. Every single joint in my body aches. I have been on my feet since morning but thankfully, I am done with my duties for the afternoon. I have a few more hours till I have to come back to make dinner so I should be able to squeeze in a nap in the meantime…“Ahhh!”I scream as pain explodes on my shin- a force making my body fly forward. Next thing I know, I find myself sprawled face-first on the hard ground. The fall is a nasty one as sharp pain explodes in my nose. The attack had been so sudden that my flailing hands had done nothing to catch my fall. It also didn’t help that my reflexes are near non-existent. With a whimper, I scramble to my hunches, crouching on the balls of my feet as my hands instinctively come up to cup my face. A viscous red liquid stains my fingers. I feel it gush down my nostrils and drip down my chin and neck, before seeping into the front of my shirt, quickly staining the top of th
DianaMy house, if it could even be called that, is situated at the furthest reaches of the Omega District, slightly removed from the small identical houses making up the homes of the Omega. By the time I get to it, I am already out of breath and have to slow to a jog. Eyes trained to the ground, I ignore the perpetual looks of ridicule and schadenfreude thrown my way from the Omegas, and speed walk the rest of the way with my hand clutching the bloody tissue to my face.I hastily shut the door behind me, cutting off those sharp eyes. Ignoring the trembling that runs precariously throughout the entire house at the slight movement, I sag against the worn wood of the door and slide to the floor.With a painful sigh, I let the tissue fall soundlessly to the floor, the bleeding had finally stopped… I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. my head falls back against the door with my eyes fall shut. A single tear escapes, silently, out my closed lid, coming from the de
DianaComing back to the Pack House a few hours later, I jog up the wide marble stairs leading to the large oak door with stained glass panels serving as the front door. I grab the handle but don’t get to open it before a force swings the it inwards.I quickly step back, moving aside to let whomever it is pass. However, after seeing who it is, my body involuntarily stills. My eyes clash with honey brown eyes that extremely similar to mine. It takes only a second for the surprise wear off and I expressionlessly stare back at him.I watch as his eyes take in the darkened bruises on my face. An emotion akin to concern flickers through them but takes less than a second to disappear.After staring for a moment, his lips tighten but in the end, doesn’t say anything. He looks away, jams his hands in his pockets, and stalks off; his booted feet thumping on the staircase on his descent.I let out a humourless laugh, a sardonic smile spreading across my face. Typical.Refusing to let myself dwe
DianaAfter the unpleasant run-in with Beta Mason, I sprint out of the house and towards the Omega District as fast as my legs can carry me, completely forgetting to even pack myself some dinner before I leave. But I would rather go hungry than stay an extra second in that place, being nauseated by that monster…Today, when I wake, I do so with a big smile. Giggling, I jump down from my bed and stretch out with a big yawn. It is my birthday. Today is finally the day. Today is the day I meet my mate. My entire body thrums with energy as I practically skip to the bathroom to take a bath and brush my teeth. I take my time carefully detangling my hair before putting it up in a high puff, the hairstyle exposing my facial features. I slide in the only pretty hair clip I have- with tiny flower details on it- into the hair at my temple.In the bedroom, I rummage through my drawers until I find the best set of clothes I own. I take out a pair of skinny jeans; though still washed out, it has
DianaI nervously take a step towards him, my hand subconsciously reaching out towards him, but he coldly raises a palm towards me. I stop in my tracks as my heart gives a sharp twinge.“Yes I knew you were my mate a long time ago”, his voice flat.For a second, my brain is too muddled to understand what he is talking about until I realize that he had just answered my earlier question.“You were too young at the time so I had to wait until you were of age to be able to recognize it too”, he continues.“Then-“ my voice coming out shaky.“Now that you are, I can finally say what I wanted to”, he adds coldly. What he says next destroys whatever hope I had in me.“I cannot be with you. I am an Alpha. You’re a Wolfless wolf. There’s no way I can mate with you. As an Alpha, I need a mate who can stand tall by my side; not someone so weak she cannot even protect myself, much less of the pack if an attack ever came”.Every single word that leaves his lips feels like a knife being stabbed into
DianaI stumble out of the study blindly dragging myself along, my body swaying unsteadily; in too much pain to even notice which direction I am heading. My eyes are blurry with tears as I make my way down the hall. Everything hurts… All I want is to get as far away as I can- far, far away from this place of heartache and pain. I want to curl up in bed and cry my heart out, maybe then the stifling pressure in my chest would stop…but maybe it never will…In my dazed and disoriented state, I don’t notice the door that creaks open just ahead. A hand reaches out from within and roughly drags me in, grip tight with bruising intensity. The door is then slammed shut.Seeing who it is, I feel the blood drain from my face and a chill runs down my spine.What I find is the disturbing gaze of Beta Mason staring down at me, on his lips is the same twisted, perverted smirk he always seems to wear around me. But this time, there’s an additional evil undertone to it which sharply reminds me of the
DianaTrigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of SA, violence and blood. Read at your own discretion.Sharp pain explodes in my scalp as Beta Marcus grabs me by my hair and drags me down with him onto the floor.I struggle fiercely “Let me go, you bastard!” I scream and manage to kick out at him before clawing away.“Oof!” he exclaims exaggeratedly when my foot collides with his hard chest- with mounting despair, I realize that my feeble strength can’t hurt him at all, “Seems we have a fighter on our hands! How feisty! But I like it!” he chuckles.He grabs me by the ankle and drags me back towards him, my thrashing useless against his overwhelming strength.He flips me over onto my back and grabs my flailing arms in one hand before pinning them down above my head.I raise a knee to kick between his legs but he quickly situates himself between my two legs, cutting off my chance to do so.Screaming hysterically, I thrash my body, bucking my torso in a bid to throw him off- screami
Diana “Remember those Omega? They could barely hold on in that room with all the Alpha aura contained in it”. I nod in a daze. That’s true. It wasn’t just the fear that made them tremble. The auras in that room also unsettled them. My mind races back to my time at the Zervos pack. I think of the Omega wolves-the ones who were always subservient, always fearful. Whenever they were near high-ranking wolves, their fear wasn't just psychological; it was physiological. It was in their blood, in their very essence. The Omega wolf's instinct is to cower in the presence of someone more powerful. It was a reflex, deeply ingrained into their nature. But my reaction had always been slightly different. I’d never felt that same primal urge to submit when in the presence of a powerful wolf. Instead, there was just... unease. A vague discomfort, but not the bone-deep terror that the Omegas displayed. I had always attributed this to my wolflessness. I had no wolf of my own, and though
Diana His gaze locks onto me, and the sheer force of it sends a shiver down my spine. It’s primal, unrelenting, and utterly consuming. I feel pinned in place by those glowing eyes, my body frozen as heat coils low in my stomach. My breathes come out heavy as I clench my thighs tight. Liquid heat drenching my panties. The rest of the plane fades away. My fear of flying—the anxiety that usually clawed at me earlier during takeoff—doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m too consumed by him, by the sheer magnetic pull between us. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, my skin burning under his gaze. By the time we’re in the air, I can hardly think straight. The entirety of the plane ride is torture. He doesn’t make any effort to touch me but the heat of his gaze and his scent in the enclosed chamber serve to drive me absolute crazy. We finally arrive back home and walk into our cabin. The moment the front door to our cabin clicks shut behind us, the air turns positively electric. He walks i
Diana Billy chuckles softly, his shoulders shrugging slightly. “See? Told ya nothin’s gonna happen.” I let out a reluctant sigh, finally nodding. “I’ll be waiting for you,” I say quietly, my voice thick with emotion. “Promise me you’ll come.” He smiles, ruffling my hair one last time. “Promise,” he says. Dominicus gives Billy a brief nod before gently steering me toward the exit. As we walk, the room stays silent, all eyes on us. It isn’t until I see the Elders standing awkwardly by their seats that I remember where we are. Their gazes flit nervously between Dominicus and me, as though unsure what to do or say. I glance away, unwilling to engage with them any further. Just as we reach the doorway, however, a figure steps in front of us, blocking our path. “Diana,” Alpha Magnus says, his voice heavy with emotion. “Come here”, holding his hand out to me, “Come to me.” I stop in my tracks, staring at him blankly. His face is pale, his eyes wide and desperate. “Get away from
Diana “Are you really going to do this?!” The sharp edge of Alpha Magnus’s voice cuts through the room like a blade, shattering the fragile peace that had finally settled over me. For a moment, I consider looking at him, but his words don’t deserve my attention. So i ignore him. Instead, I cling tighter to Billy, burying my face into his shoulder for one last comforting moment. His embrace feels like home—a steady anchor after years of storms. But I know I can’t stay like this forever. Slowly, reluctantly, I pull back, meeting his gentle, weathered eyes. “You have to come with me,” I say quickly, the words spilling out before I can stop them. My voice is still thick with emotion, but the urgency behind it is undeniable. “Back to Dominicus’ territory. You’ll be safe there.” He looks at me, his lips twitching into a small, bittersweet smile. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, and my heart starts to race. I glance over my shoulder at Dominicus, silently pleading for his a
Diana The moment his embrace closes around me, I feel an overwhelming flood of relief—so intense it nearly steals my breath. His arms are strong and solid, grounding me in a way I didn’t know I needed. It’s not just about the comfort of his presence; it’s the fact that he’s alive. That he’s here. After everything he’s been through—after everything I’ve put him through—he’s still standing. The guilt I’ve carried since the moment I learned of his capture crashes over me like a tidal wave. I squeeze my eyes shut, burying my face against his shoulder as fresh tears spill out. My hands clutch at the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. I can feel his warmth, hear the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, and it only makes the guilt hit harder. I don’t deserve this—don’t deserve him. Not after all he’s endured because of me. He was tortured. Beaten. Left to suffer unspeakable pain, all because he chose to help me. Because he chose to protect me.
Diana Time seems to stop. Shock ripples through the room. For a moment, the room is silent, and then the Elders’ expressions shift, their relief evaporating as horror takes its place. The Elders, who had just been breathing sighs of relief, now look as though they’re about to pass out. Rothgar grips the edge of the table as though it’s the only thing keeping him upright, and Fendel’s face blanches with horror. Even Billy looks stunned, his jaw slack and his wide eyes darting between Magnus and Dominicus. I know I have quite a bit of explaining to do later. And me? I stare at Magnus, unable to comprehend what I’ve just heard. My mouth opens, but no words come out. Too stunned at the audacity. Dominicus, however, is anything but speechless. His eyes narrow to deadly slits, his body going utterly still in a way that sends a chill down my spine. His hand tightens slightly around the back of my neck—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me that he’s there. “What did you ju
Diana The instant his fangs pierce my neck, I feel everything. Dominicus’ teeth sink into my skin, and a heat floods through me that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s intense, all-consuming—a primal connection that binds us together in a way words could never capture. The room breaths in shock. My hands grip his shoulders as he claims me, my head tilting further to offer him more, and a gasp escapes my lips. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, and I feel utterly consumed by him. By us. But just as the world narrows to Dominicus and the mark he’s leaving on my skin- and my soul- a scream shatters the moment. “No!” Magnus’ voice rises, raw and agonized. “No, no, no! Stop it! Get away from her! Get away from her! No!” Dominicus doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls me in even closer. He sinks his fangs deeper, completing the mark with an unhurried precision, and then his tongue flicks over the spot, sealing it. A shiver races down my spine at the sensation, a pri
Diana Dominicus, unsurprisingly, does not share Marcus' perspective. His snarl deepens, and with a single, deliberate step, he closes the distance between them. "No, no, no!" Marcus cries, scrambling frantically. "Stay away! Please, I'm sorry! I swear, I'll never-" Dominicus reaches him. And then, the bloodshed begins. It's brutal. It's relentless. And it's slow. Dominicus doesn't simply strike him down —he takes his time, ensuring every moment is filled with agony. His fist connects with Marcus' arm first, the sickening crunch of bone breaking echoing through the chamber. There’s a sickening squelch of flesh tearing as Dominicus’ elongated razor sharp nails tear through his flesh at the same time. Marcus screams, a sound so raw and guttural it sends shivers down my spine. But I can't look away. Logically, I should be horrified. On some level, I am. But more than that, l'm mesmerized. Each blow is calculated, deliberate. Dominicus methodically breaks every limb, which tear
Diana The sound of creaking hinges breaks the suffocating silence, and the main doors to the chamber swing open. I barely register the figure that steps inside until his voice cuts through the tension. “Diana.” Alpha Magnus. He says my name like it’s a prayer, his voice thick with emotion. But I don’t look at him. I can’t. My entire focus is on Dominicus, on the way he looks like he’s barely holding himself together. I take another step toward him, my heart pounding painfully in my chest. “Dom,” I call softly, my voice trembling. He doesn’t seem to hear me. Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I don’t care about Magnus. I don’t care about the Elders. All I care about is him. Why does it hurt so much to see him like this? Why does his pain feel so much worse than my own? I bite my lip, trying to steady myself. I was the one who went through it. I was the one who suffered. But watching Dominicus break because of me… it’s unbearable. It’s so much worse. “Dom?