Novels by Abi Gail O

The inside of the alpha's estate was nothing like Elara had imagined.She had expected grand and cold — the kind of place that announced its power in every corner and made you feel small the moment you stepped inside. And it was grand, there was no question about that. High ceilings, wide open rooms, walls that carried the kind of dark rich wood that only came with age and money and generations of the same bloodline occupying the same space. But it was not cold. If anything the sheer number of people packed into it had given it a warmth and noise that made it feel almost approachable.Almost.Elara stayed close to Lily as they moved through the entrance and into the main room where the party was in full swing. Long tables lined one wall loaded with food and drinks. Groups of wolves clustered everywhere — talking, laughing, moving between each other with the easy familiarity of people who had grown up in the same pack and knew each other's histories without having to ask. Music moved u

The week passed the way most weeks did for Elara — quietly and without incident, which in her world counted as a good week.Cara had kept her distance after the hallway incident, which Elara suspected had less to do with any sudden change of heart and more to do with the fact that even Cara's friends had gone quiet when she dropped that photograph. There were limits to what people would openly celebrate and apparently using a dead girl's parents as ammunition was where some of them drew the line. Elara was not foolish enough to think it would last. Cara always came back. But she would take the quiet days when they came and be grateful for them.She was in the middle of washing the breakfast dishes on Saturday morning when Lily appeared in the kitchen doorway already dressed and looking far too awake for the hour."The party is tonight," Lily said.Elara kept washing. "Good morning to you too.""Elara.""I said I would think about it.""And it has been an entire week." Lily crossed the

The house was quiet when Elara got home.She dropped her bag by the door, slipped off her shoes, and stood in the small hallway for a moment just breathing. There was something about crossing that threshold every evening that unknotted something inside her chest — like her body recognized that it was finally safe to stop performing and just exist without anyone watching or judging or waiting for her to stumble.She moved to the kitchen and filled a glass of water, leaning against the counter and staring out the small window above the sink. The sun was beginning its slow descent over the pack territory, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that would have been beautiful if Elara had the energy left to appreciate them properly. She drank the water slowly and let the quiet of the house settle around her like a blanket.She heard Lily's key in the front door twenty minutes later.Her sister came in carrying two paper bags of groceries, her hair pulled into a messy knot on top of

The school hallway was already loud by the time Elara arrived.Lockers slamming, voices bouncing off the walls, wolves moving in groups the way they always did — rank sticking to rank like magnets. The alphas and betas clustered near the main corridor, taking up space the way powerful people always did, unbothered by anyone around them. The gammas filled in the gaps. And the omegas stayed to the edges, close to the walls, heads low, invisible by necessity rather than choice.Elara slipped through the front doors and merged with the flow of students, keeping her eyes forward and her pace steady. She had a system and she never deviated from it. Get to her locker, get her books, get to class before the hallway thinned out. The thinner the hallway the more visible she became and the more likely it was that today would turn into one of those days she had to work hard to forget by evening.She was almost at her locker when she heard it.The laughter came first. Sharp and carrying that parti

The sun had barely risen over the Old Blood Moon Pack territory when Elara Robin was already awake.There was no luxury of sleeping in — not for an omega. Not for her.She sat up on her small bed, the worn mattress creaking beneath her, and stared at the ceiling for a moment before swinging her legs over the side. The room was modest. Four plain walls, a small window, and the few things she and her sister Lily had managed to hold onto after their parents died. It was not much. But it was home, and Elara had long stopped wishing for more.She washed up quickly, pulled on her clothes, and headed to the kitchen. The morning routine never changed — cook breakfast, eat, survive the day, come home. Repeat. It was not the life she had dreamed of as a little girl, but it was the life the pack had given her, and omegas did not complain. Not out loud anyway.She cracked four eggs into the pan and listened to them sizzle. Outside the window the pack territory was slowly waking up. She could hear