Alyssas PovI’m walking away from the training ground, the sun hanging low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the trees.The air is crisp, filled with the earthy scent of pine and damp soil. My heart is still racing from the day’s exercises, but I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope. It’s not so bad here. Everyone seems welcoming, their laughter echoing in the distance, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.“Alyssa, what do you think?” Cara’s voice breaks through my thoughts, her excitement bubbling over as she skips beside me. “Fenrath is not as bad as you thought, is it?” she finishes, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.I shake my head, a sigh escaping my lips. “Cara, it’s not about Fenrath being good or bad. I just want my freedom.” My voice is steady, but the weight of my words hangs heavy in the air. “I don’t want to answer to anyone.”“But you are a werewolf,” Cara insists, her brow furrowing in concern. “We are pack creatures. If you leave, you will always be an o
Zevs POVI’m standing there, watching Alyssa disappear from my sight, her figure growing smaller until the trees swallow her whole. My heart feels like it’s being crushed under the weight of my mistakes.“I’m so sorry, Zev,” Cara says softly beside me, her voice barely above a whisper.“Why are you sorry, Cara?” I reply, frustration bubbling up inside me. “Alyssa is right. I should have told her everything when I had the chance.” My voice is thick with regret, each word a reminder of my failure.“Why didn’t you?” Cara asks, her eyes searching mine for answers.“When, Cara? When I was saving her from Moonborn? Or when we were fighting the Bloodclan?” I snap, my frustration spilling over. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the anger directed at myself.“That’s an excuse, Zev, and you know that,” she counters, her tone firm but gentle.“I know, Cara,” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “But it was never my intention to fall for her. When I first found Alyssa, I thought my enga
Kiras POVThe sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across my room as I pace back and forth, my mind racing with thoughts of Alyssa.I feel the weight of the world pressing down on me, and the air is thick with the scent of impending conflict. It isn’t just about the wedding; it is everything. Alyssa is stronger than I ever anticipated, and the thought of her being a potential threat to my plans sends a shiver down my spine.Gwen bursts through the door, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, when is the wedding?” she asks, practically bouncing on her toes.I snap, “I don’t know, Gwen.” The words come out sharper than I intend, but I can’t help it. Zev walked out during dinner, leaving me feeling frustrated and confused.“Wait, what?” Gen asks, her brow furrowing in surprise.“You heared me, girls,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Now stop asking questions and help me figure out a way to get rid of Alyssa.” I watch as their faces brighten with smiles, and for a mome
Kiras POVNora’s face is as white as a sheet as she hands Cara a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly. “Drink this,” she says, her voice low and urgent. I can see the worry etched on her features, and it sends a chill down my spine.Cara takes the glass, her hands shaking as she brings it to her lips. She drinks it down quickly, and I watch, my heart racing. Almost immediately, her eyes widen in shock, and then she slumps forward, unconscious.“Oh, I should have known that’s what she did!” Nora exclaims, her voice rising in frustration. She runs a hand through her hair, her expression a mix of anger and fear.“Who?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, but I already have a sinking feeling in my gut.“My sister, Astra… She must have followed me,” Nora says, her eyes narrowing as she glances toward the door, as if expecting Astra to burst in at any moment.“Mother, I need you to explain everything to me. Everything!” I scream, my anger boiling over. I can’t believe this is ha
Alyssa’s POV“I take you as mine.”Levi stands tall, and handsome in his ceremonial robes, his golden hair catching the glow of the torches that line the hall.His words ring through the grand hall, his voice strong, unwavering. Conviction bleeding from every syllable.I feel the rip in my chest deepens.His grip on Mira’s hand is firm as he takes the sacred mating ties and wraps them around her wrist.My Levi.The man who has always whispered promises into my ear under the cover of darkness.The man who has held me as if I were his world.And yet—here he is. Binding himself to another.I should have expected this.It was forbidden from the start.I am an omega.A stray with no place in the Moonborn Pack.A nobody they took in out of pity. And Levi—Levi is the Alpha’s son. The future of this pack. Mira is the heir to the Raven Pack, her bloodline pure, her worth undeniable.This was always meant to happen.Still, it doesn’t make the pain any less unreal.I stand among the servants, my
Alyssa’s POVLevi.Finally, he's here.Here to save me.To tell me that everything happening has been nothing but a bad dream.Alpha Conan stills.His grip loosens.He moves fast, his long strides carrying him toward us, his face a mask of unreadable emotion. But his hands—his hands are clenched into fists."What are you doing?" Levi demands, his voice sharp, almost breathless.Alpha Conan exhales slowly. "You're interrupting."Levi’s jaw tightens. “She’s not—” He hesitates, his throat working as if the words won’t come.I wait.Wait for him to defend me.To tell his father to back off.To say anything.But he doesn’t.Coward.Instead, Alpha Conan smirks. “You’re married now, Levi. Your little friend and I were merely discussing her punishment.”Punishment.For daring to love his son.For existing.Alpha Conan turns back to me, his voice casual, almost amused. “You have twenty-four hours to make your decision, omega.”Then he casually walks away.As if he was not about to ravage me.I
Alyssa’s POVHe is strong, and fast. His reflexes catching me off guard.I am not in the mood for someone to make me feel weak. Not tonight.Heat flares inside me—anger, rage—like nothing I’ve ever felt before.A sudden strength surges through me, feral and untamed.Before I can think, I tear my arm from his grip, spin around, and shove him hard.He stumbles back.His expression shifts—surprise flickering through his golden eyes before something darker replaces it."How dare you touch me?" I snarl, my whole body burning.I feel... different.My blood hums with something new, something powerful.My muscles tense, my body taut, as if something deep inside me is awakening for the first time.The stranger watches me carefully."Do you even know where you are?" he asks, his tone harsher now.I look around, my chest rising and falling with quick uneven breaths.This part of the forest is unfamiliar.Unforgiving.Nothing looks the same.Panic tightens around my ribs."What pack are you from?
Alyssa’s POV"Astra… Mom," My voice shakes. "Come with me. Please."She freezes.Pain flashes in her eyes."I can’t," she says finally, her voice so low I barely hear it. "I have a debt to pay.""No." I shake my head wildly. "No, you are abandoning me, just like my parents did!"Astra lunges forward, grabbing me by the shoulders, pulling me into her arms."Never, Alyssa," she breathes into my hair. "You are the most important thing in this world."I sob into her chest."You cannot be his, Alyssa," she whispers. "You were never born to bow. You were never meant to serve anyone."My body trembles. My heart hurts.But what does she mean?Why won't she explain?Should I not sacrifice my dignity to have a little safety?In less than twenty-four hours, I have lost everything.Levi. Mira. My home. Any possibility for a future.It’s like the world is tearing me apart piece by piece, and I am powerless to stop it.But Astra is right.I can still feel Alpha Conan’s hands on me. Still hear his v
Kiras POVNora’s face is as white as a sheet as she hands Cara a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly. “Drink this,” she says, her voice low and urgent. I can see the worry etched on her features, and it sends a chill down my spine.Cara takes the glass, her hands shaking as she brings it to her lips. She drinks it down quickly, and I watch, my heart racing. Almost immediately, her eyes widen in shock, and then she slumps forward, unconscious.“Oh, I should have known that’s what she did!” Nora exclaims, her voice rising in frustration. She runs a hand through her hair, her expression a mix of anger and fear.“Who?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, but I already have a sinking feeling in my gut.“My sister, Astra… She must have followed me,” Nora says, her eyes narrowing as she glances toward the door, as if expecting Astra to burst in at any moment.“Mother, I need you to explain everything to me. Everything!” I scream, my anger boiling over. I can’t believe this is ha
Kiras POVThe sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across my room as I pace back and forth, my mind racing with thoughts of Alyssa.I feel the weight of the world pressing down on me, and the air is thick with the scent of impending conflict. It isn’t just about the wedding; it is everything. Alyssa is stronger than I ever anticipated, and the thought of her being a potential threat to my plans sends a shiver down my spine.Gwen bursts through the door, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, when is the wedding?” she asks, practically bouncing on her toes.I snap, “I don’t know, Gwen.” The words come out sharper than I intend, but I can’t help it. Zev walked out during dinner, leaving me feeling frustrated and confused.“Wait, what?” Gen asks, her brow furrowing in surprise.“You heared me, girls,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Now stop asking questions and help me figure out a way to get rid of Alyssa.” I watch as their faces brighten with smiles, and for a mome
Zevs POVI’m standing there, watching Alyssa disappear from my sight, her figure growing smaller until the trees swallow her whole. My heart feels like it’s being crushed under the weight of my mistakes.“I’m so sorry, Zev,” Cara says softly beside me, her voice barely above a whisper.“Why are you sorry, Cara?” I reply, frustration bubbling up inside me. “Alyssa is right. I should have told her everything when I had the chance.” My voice is thick with regret, each word a reminder of my failure.“Why didn’t you?” Cara asks, her eyes searching mine for answers.“When, Cara? When I was saving her from Moonborn? Or when we were fighting the Bloodclan?” I snap, my frustration spilling over. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the anger directed at myself.“That’s an excuse, Zev, and you know that,” she counters, her tone firm but gentle.“I know, Cara,” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “But it was never my intention to fall for her. When I first found Alyssa, I thought my enga
Alyssas PovI’m walking away from the training ground, the sun hanging low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the trees.The air is crisp, filled with the earthy scent of pine and damp soil. My heart is still racing from the day’s exercises, but I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope. It’s not so bad here. Everyone seems welcoming, their laughter echoing in the distance, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.“Alyssa, what do you think?” Cara’s voice breaks through my thoughts, her excitement bubbling over as she skips beside me. “Fenrath is not as bad as you thought, is it?” she finishes, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.I shake my head, a sigh escaping my lips. “Cara, it’s not about Fenrath being good or bad. I just want my freedom.” My voice is steady, but the weight of my words hangs heavy in the air. “I don’t want to answer to anyone.”“But you are a werewolf,” Cara insists, her brow furrowing in concern. “We are pack creatures. If you leave, you will always be an o
Kira’s PovI walk through the Beta dorms, my boots clicking sharply against the stone floors.Each step I take is deliberate, full of heat simmering just under my skin.I need a release. I need control. And tonight, River is going to give it to me.I reach his door, knocking once—sharp and commanding.The door swings open almost immediately, and there he is, standing in nothing but loose sweatpants, his hair messy, his wolf just under the surface.“Miss me?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe, letting my smile curl in that way I know makes him weak.River hesitates. His hand tightens on the door.“Kira... you know Zev is back,” he says, voice low, strained.“And as fun as this is... he's my friend.”I laugh, stepping inside, brushing past him like I own the place.“Come on, River,” I purr. “I know you like me.”He shuts the door behind us. His back is stiff, his shoulders tense.“No, Kira," he says, voice rough, "you know it's more than that. And I know you feel the same.”Before I
Kira’s PovThe whole Academy feels different today.The air hums, the walls almost vibrating with the energy that doesn't belong to me anymore.It belongs to her.Alyssa.I watch from the upper corridor, arms crossed tight over my chest, nails biting into my skin.Down below, students I once ruled with a single glance now circle around her like bees drunk on honey.I hear their stupid voices, the whispered awe."Did you see her fight?""She didn’t even flinch when the Blood Clan attacked!""She’s something else. Something powerful."I grind my teeth until my jaw aches.What’s so special about her?She’s an omega. A runt. A nobody dragged out of dirt and darkness.And yet here she stands, stealing the breath and attention that has always belonged to me.The jealousy burns so sharp it almost blinds me.“She’s just the new mystery, Kira,” Gwen says beside me, trying to soothe what she doesn’t understand. She twirls her hair, pretending not to see the storm brewing inside me. “Once the sh
Kira’s POVWhat just happened???The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. My voice echoes through the training yard, sharp, stunned, furious.Did that really just happen?“Looks like we just got beat by an omega,” Gwen mumbles beside me, her tone quiet… too quiet.I spin to face her, my eyes blazing. “Shut up, Gwen!”She flinches but doesn’t back down. “I’m sorry, Kira, but it’s true. Did you hear that howl? We have to admit it. There’s something different about Alyssa.”I clench my fists. “There’s no such thing. She’s just lucky. That’s all. Next time, I’ll teach her to bow when she’s told.”I storm off before Gwen can say another word. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want anyone to see me like this—shaking, embarrassed, boiling inside.I head straight to the only place that ever brings me peace. The only place that ever makes sense.I don’t knock.I barge into the house, the heavy door slamming behind me. The place is spotless—too spotless. Not a cushion out of place,
Alyssa’s POVIt’s been weeks.Weeks of living in this nightmare. Of dragging my feet through the filth of Fenrath’s training fields, of scrubbing blood-stained blades I didn’t wield, of hauling weapons I’ll never be trusted to use. My hands are blistered.My back aches every night. But it’s not the labor that breaks me—it’s the waiting. The silence. The unknowing.Arthur… the others… what if Zev was right? What if the shuck attacks really are getting worse?I try not to let the panic settle in my chest, but it creeps in anyway. I haven’t seen Zev in days—not that I’m looking. And when I do see him, he avoids my gaze like a coward. Kira, on the other hand, never misses a chance to remind me of what I am.Alyssa the Omega.The servant.The entitled traitor.I’m crouched behind the smithy, catching a breath, the scent of iron and smoke still thick in my nose. My fingers rub absently at the small scar along my wrist. A reminder that I am a survivor.“A penny for your thoughts?” Cara’s voi
Alyssas Pov The world feels distant. My body is heavy, like it’s been dragged through stone and fire. Every breath is a struggle. Pain tugs at my ribs. My eyes flutter open to blinding white light, and I blink slowly, willing the blur to sharpen. For a moment, I just lie there. Listening. Breathing. Then I feel it—that familiar ache in my chest. Not the wound. Something deeper. I turn my head and see Zev sitting in the corner, his arms crossed, his jaw tense. He looks like he’s carrying the weight of ten wars. When he notices I’m awake, he stands, but he doesn’t come closer. "How are you feeling?" he asks. I stare at him, throat dry, voice thin. "Why do you care?" He doesn’t answer right away. Just sighs and shifts his weight. "You saved lives, Alyssa," he says. "That’s not nothing." "Does that mean I get to leave?" "I don’t know." His voice is quieter now. "It’s not up to me." Before I can ask what that means, the doors swing open, and everything changes. Boo