Sibel’s POV"Why are you all behaving like this?" I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. "Bullying the weaker ones, taking advantage of those who can't defend themselves. How do you justify this? Don't you have any conscience?"Leo snorted dismissively. "Conscience? Ha! This is the way of the pack. The strong survive, and the weak perish. That's how it's always been.""And what about the alpha?" I pressed. "If he eventually find out how you're treating us, the omegas, what do you think will happen? Don't you fear his wrath?"Leo sneered. "The alpha is too busy with his own affairs to care about what happens to you. And even if he did find out, do you think he'd punish me? I'm a high-ranking beta, Sibel. I have power and influence.""A donation was made to Jolie, wasn’t it? And now she's begging for help, and you people refuse to give it to her? That's inhuman!" My voice quivered with anger.Leo raised an eyebrow, his expression incredulous. "Are you out of your mind? Are you call
Sibel’s POV"You must think we're fools to believe you're the owner of this card," Cara sneered, echoing Leo's sentiments. "You're a thief, Sibel. You must have snuck into a higher-ranking werewolf's territory to steal this card. It's the only explanation.""These omegas," Leo muttered, shaking his head in disgust. "Always causing problems. Can't they just stay in their place?"My eyes flashed with anger, my face pale with rage. "How dare you," I spat, my voice low and venomous. "I'm not a thief, and I'm not going to stand here and be insulted by the likes of you."Jolie, who had been silently watching, finally spoke up. "Stop it, Leo. Stop bullying Sibel. She's trying to help my son.""Bullying? You call this bullying?" Cara's voice rose in indignation. "Can't you see she's trying to implicate you by giving you this card? Are you really that naive, or are you just another dumb omega who only thinks about themselves?""You want to help your sick son? Maybe he's better off dying than be
Sibel’s POVThe anger surging through me was overwhelming, the kind that made me want to slap all of them right there. But I had to hold back. "This card is stolen; you're a thief!" Cara accused, pointing at me with a scolding tone as if I were a child."I didn't steal it," I defended myself, frustration rising. "I already told you, this card belongs to me."Cara stared at me, her expression incredulous, and then burst out laughing. "You expect us to believe that?" she mocked, her tone dripping with disdain. "You're an omega, Sibel. You don't have the power or resources to acquire a Supreme Black Card. You're just a thief, trying to deceive us."My anger boil over, but I knew I had to keep my cool. I couldn't let them get under my skin. "I'm telling the truth," I insisted, my voice firm. "I didn't steal the card. And I'll prove it to you."Cara's laughter stopped, and she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," she sneered. "Go ahead, try to prove it. We'll see who's lying he
Sibel’s POVChief Eileen repeatedly insists that the Supreme Black Card belongs to her, but I stand my ground, refusing to accept the accusation of being a thief. I maintain that I am the rightful owner of the card. Despite the tense situation, Chief Eileen remains calm and composed, dismissing my claims without flinching. Her demeanor shows no signs of panic, even when I firmly assert my ownership.“Hahaha,” Chief Eileen bursts out laughing, mocking me. “You’re just an omega, Sibel,” she sneers. “You’ll always be beneath me, no matter what you do. But let me tell you something you don’t know—I hold the upper hand, yet you still dare to challenge me?”Her laughter drips with disgust, implying that I am weak and inferior due to my omega status. She takes pleasure in reminding me of my supposed lower standing, belittling me in an attempt to make me feel powerless.Turning her gaze to Jolie, Chief Eileen’s eyes fill with disdain. “You too, lowly omega,” she sneers, her voice laced with mo
Sibel’s POVChief Eileen shock must have been apparent because everyone around her seemed to notice. She froze in place, and I could feel the weight of suspicion building up in the room."Chief Eileen, what is Sibel talking about?" Leo asked, turning to face her. His question took everyone by surprise, and I could see their disbelief."Chief Eileen, why are you so quiet?" Leo asked. "Answer Leo’s question about the donation for Jolie's sick son." I added.Leo persisted, "Did you actually receive the donation in question—the one meant to support Jolie's sick son?"She stood her ground, though I fknew she flustered for a moment. I could see her quickly regained her composure, trying not to let her unease show. "That’s a lie," cheif Eileen said, her voice steady and dismissive. "How could you believe such nonsense? What this... thing is saying," She added, glaring at me with disdain."It’s just a question," I began, but she cut me off, her voice firm and defensive. "I’m telling you, I did
Sibel’s POVAs Eileen revealed the true value of her shoe, the room fell silent. Every gaze was fixed on the luxurious footwear, and the sheer extravagance left everyone stunned, struggling to comprehend its significance.I watch as Jolie’s eyes linger on Eileen's shoe, disbelief written all over her face. I can almost hear her thoughts racing to her son, lying helpless in the hospital, his life hanging in the balance. The vast sum that could save him was spent on a single shoe.Overwhelmed by emotion, Jolie collapses to her knees, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Eileen, help me!” she begs, her voice trembling. “I’m begging you, don’t let my son die! You have the power to save him, and yet... you’re wearing it on your feet.”Jolie clings to Eileen’s leg, her tears soaking into the expensive fabric of Eileen’s pants. “Please, Eileen, help my son!” she pleads, her voice cracking with desperation. “He’s all I have, my only child. He’s dying, and I’m powerless to save him. You have
Sibel’s POVWe were already inside the car, racing to the hospital. Despite the urgency, it felt as though the car was moving too slowly. Jolie's anxiety was palpable, her mind consumed by the thought of her ailing son.The car seemed to crawl, each second stretching into an eternity as she willed it to go faster, her heart heavy with worry for her child's life.At last, the car pulled up in front of the hospital and came to a stop. Jolie didn't waste any time; she ran out of the car. I quickly got out and paid the cab driver. As soon as I had paid, I rushed towards Jolie, who was already hurrying back into the hospital. I followed close behind, my heart racing with concern for her son's condition.The receptionist directed us to Charles' room, and we quickly took the elevator to the third floor. We searched for the room, and when we finally found it, we saw Dylan surprisingly pacing back and forth outside, his face etched with worry. He was gazing out the window, his expression one of
Sibel’s POVDylan was still in shock after hearing what I said, but my mind was made up. I couldn't just stand by and watch Charles suffer when I had the power to help. I was determined to donate my blood, knowing it could help him recover faster. The thought of doing nothing when I had the ability to make a difference was unbearable.Dylan, however, was not so easily convinced. "I can't stand by and watch you give away your life force like that!" he protested, his voice filled with concern. "Do you know how you'll feel after you donate your blood? You'll be weak, vulnerable... What if something happens to you? What if your body can't recover? You're not thinking about yourself. I won't let you do this; it's too risky!""Doctor, please don't waste any time! Take my blood immediately!" I urged, but Dylan stepped forward, his eyes flashing with determination."You can't do this!" he said firmly, his voice low and urgent. "Why are you being so stubborn, Sibel?""I'm not being stubborn," I
Dylan’s POVWe were almost at the border. Just a few more steps, and we’d be back on safe ground, or so I thought. The night was quiet, too quiet, and then, out of nowhere, they came... soldiers, a whole group of them, bursting out of the shadows. Theybwere with weapons and they surround us before we even knew what was happening."Don't move!" one of them barked, his voice hard andnut said it cleared enough for us to hear. I froze for just a second, my mind racing. But then instinct kicked in, and I stepped in front of Sibel, putting her behind me where she’d be safe. I could feel her hand clutching my shirt, and I could tell she was as tense as I was.I raised my hands, not surrendering, just ready. Ready to fight if it came down to it. “Who are you?” I called out, my voice steady, though inside, I was on edge. “Let us go!”One of the soldiers, the one who seemed to be in charge, stepped forward. He took his time, like he wanted me to see him coming. His face was hard... With no expr
Sibel’s POVSilas was nothing like Beta Ben. The second I met him, I knew it. Beta Ben followed every word Alpha Lionel said, not a single doubt in him, but Silas? He was different. There was something fierce about him, a fire that felt almost dangerous. You could tell just by looking at him... he was angry. Angry with the way things were, the way people were suffering under Alpha Lionel’s rule. He looked like someone ready to stand up and fight, not just sit back and follow orders.We sat down across from him, and I could see the frustration on his face. It was like he was holding back something he wanted to shout out loud but couldn’t. He spoke low, his voice filled with emotion.“Omegas are getting bullied,” he said, shaking his head. “People are dying. No one’s safe, not with the way things are going now.”I listened, feeling the pain in his voice, but also the anger. And honestly, I felt it too. I knew how bad things had gotten, knew that the weak were suffering, and it didn’t si
Dylan’s POVSmith looked at us, sighing as if he’d expected all the questions we were throwing his way. After a pause, he leaned in and shared an information... It was as if it was our last hope. “There’s someone who might be able to help you,” he said. “A beta named Silas. He has a real heart for his people. They trust him, and Alpha Lionel has a bit of respect for him too.”Sibel and I exchanged glances, a glimmer of hope flickering between us. If there was even a small chance Silas could lend us a hand, we had to try. With Smith’s guidance, we set out to find this Beta Silas. After a short while, we reached a modest but well-kept house on the outskirts of the pack’s main territory. Smith knocked, and soon enough, a young man opened the door. He looked a few years younger than Beta Ben, his sharp features softened by a steady and thoughtful expression.“This is Beta Silas,” Smith introduced, then added with a respectful nod, “And these two are Sibel and...” He looked at me, giving m
Dylan’s POVSibel looked at me, and I knew instantly she could see right through me. She always could, somehow. She tilted her head, studying me, her expression soft but firm. “Dylan,” she said, her voice calm yet filled with a determination that only made my worry grow. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here, with you. I want to fight with you.”Her words hung in the air between us, heavy and solid. And I felt something tighten in my chest. Sibel wanting to stay—part of me wanted that too, more than anything. But the other part, the part that knew how dangerous things had gotten, just wanted to keep her safe, away from all this madness.I looked away, trying to hide the conflict in my expression, but she wasn’t fooled. She never was. She stepped closer, and I felt her hand on my arm, grounding me. “Dylan,” she repeated, her tone softening just a bit, but that strength was still there. “Don’t you see? I’m not backing down. I know what’s at stake here, and I still want to be here.
Sibel’s POVBeta Ben was clear, and there was no mistaking his tone. He looked straight at me, then at Dylan, his face hard and unchanging. “I can’t approve this,” he said, firm but not harsh. “There are just too many risks,” he continued, shaking his head slowly, as if each word was weighing on him. “I’ve got to protect both of you. Alpha rights, this whole fight… it could turn ugly, and I don’t want to see either of you hurt.”Hearing him say that made my stomach twist. I felt like I’d been holding my breath, waiting for him to give us the green light, and now all that hope just deflated. I could feel disappointment creeping in, but I forced myself to stay quiet. I knew arguing wasn’t going to change anything. Beta Ben had made his decision, and we just had to accept it.Dylan looked at me, a sigh escaping him. “He’s afraid this is too much,” he said softly, more to himself than to me. “He thinks if we go forward, Alpha’s rights will end up hurting you more than helping.”I gave a s
Sibel’s POVThe moment I opened the door and saw Beta Ben, I couldn’t hide my shock. This old, frail man standing before me... he was the Beta of this pack? I almost couldn’t believe it. He looked so old, so tired, moving slowly as he hunched forward with a bent back. I’d never seen a Beta look like this. Betas were supposed to be strong, powerful, ready to stand by the Alpha, not hidden away in a place like this. The room itself was as rundown as he looked, stuck away in this hidden, deserted corner of the pack’s territory.How could Alpha Lionel let this happen to him? How could he turn his back on his own Beta, someone who must have served the pack so loyally for years? It didn’t make any sense. I tried to imagine what Beta Ben might have looked like in his younger days, when he was strong and ready to defend the pack. It hurt to see him like this, and I felt an anger rise in me toward Alpha Lionel. This wasn’t just neglect... it felt like cruelty.As I sat with Beta Ben, I could f
Dylan’s POVWe were stuck, not sure where to go next, so we thought of one last option: Lionel’s Beta. Maybe he would help us. Mr. and Mrs. Smith looked at me, worry in their eyes, and asked, "Are you sure he’d want to see you?" They sounded uncertain, almost like they knew something I didn’t.But what choice did we have? We had to take a chance, even if it was a long shot. I nodded. "We got to try." It was the only thing I could think to say, even though part of me wasn’t so sure either. With Mr. and Mrs. Smith guiding us, we set out to find where Beta Ben lived.It didn’t take too long, but his house was hidden away, tucked into a quiet part of the woods, like he wanted to be left alone. I took a deep breath as I walked up to the door, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on my shoulders. My hand hovered above the door, just for a second. I knocked, and then stepped back, waiting.There was silence. I could feel my heartbeat drumming in my ears, wondering if he’d even answer. F
Dylan’s POVEarlier, as soon as Sibel mentioned we’d need to head back to the pack early, I knew I had to reach out to Smith. I didn’t waste any time... I pulled out my phone and called him right away. Smith answered after a couple of rings, but I could tell from the way he said my name that he was caught off guard.“Dylan?” he said, his voice sounding puzzled. “Why are you calling? Weren’t you supposed to be away a while longer?”I paused, choosing my words carefully. Smith and I went way back; he knew me well enough to sense when something was up. Still, I hadn’t told him the real reason for wanting to return, and I knew that dropping it all at once would catch him by surprise.“It’s complicated,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “There’s… something important I need to do in the Golden Crescent pack. It can’t wait any longer.” I paused, taking a breath, then continued, “I’m coming back to stop what’s happening to the Omegas. The way they’re being treated, it isn’t right. I
Sibel’s POVI was stunned by the sight that greeted me in the Golden Crescent pack. The suburbs were filled with bodies, women and children mostly, scattered on the ground as if left to rot. Some looked so thin, bones pressing tight against skin... they must’ve starved to death. Others had been killed, their bodies lifeless and cold. Each step I took felt heavy, the air stench with the scent of dead bodies.As we moved slowly through the streets, I noticed how empty the place felt, yet haunted, as if memories of those who’d suffered were still watching us. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the heartbreaking sight. It felt like the whole world had abandoned them, left them in these dirt-streaked alleys to fend for themselves. There was no help, no hope, just silence.Finally, we left the outskirts behind and reached the heart of the Golden Crescent pack. It was like stepping into a completely different world. Suddenly, the dirty, crumbling buildings faded away, replaced by grand houses