Lisa's pov
“Mate!!” My wolf repeated before she could blurt out anymore disastrous words, I took over glaring hard at Bryan who seemed visibly shaken by the revelation. “The moon goddess better be playing cruel jokes on me because she needs to rule with her senses before pairing me with this uncultured bastard.” I blabber out without giving it much thought. Alpha Baron turned to look at me, maybe surprised as to how a lowlife omega like me would still be choosing who she wanted to be paired with. “Did I just hear you complain?” Bryan's supposed fiancée, Irene, asked, stepping forward but Bryan held her back. I rolled my eyes inwardly helping her thank her stars her doll held her back. If not I would have channeled my anger and frustration to her. “Do you think yourself worthy enough to be the future Luna and mate with my son?” Alpha Baron asked angrily while I shot him a glare but quickly diverted my gaze somewhere else. I have had enough slaps tonight so I just want to rest at the cell since that's where I will be taken to eventually. “I can see you have gotten very bold.” Alpha Baron commented, nodding his head as he signaled the guards to drag me away and whip me. I raised my middle finger to Bryan and then muttered “fuck you” before I got dragged out of the pack house and was thrown into the smelly cell. “You people should do better and at least wipe down these cells. You keep people here and not animals!” I snapped angrily at the guards that threw me inside and they could only turn back and growled at me. “She still thinks herself to be human,” one of the guards said mockingly, spitting directly into my face. I wiped my face in disgust as I cursed at them inwardly. It was kind of useless arguing or wasting my strength on them because I have more torture to deal with for the rest of the week. I moved to a corner, curled myself up in a ball as I sat my ass down waiting for whosoever was to whip me. I know my punishment can't possibly be more than whipping, unlike some omegas that were stripped naked in front of the pack. Alpha Baron made it clear that Omegas have no place in his pack and we all are treated as nothing but an entertaining tool to keep them busy but I won't go down without some stunts. “Are you okay?” I heard my wolf asking at the back of my head while I smiled lightly nodding my head even when I knew she couldn't see me. “What's your name?” I found myself asking. I know it's my right to be curious about my wolf but I feel like I'm getting way ahead of myself. “Alivia” she muttered while I wore a triumphant smile on my face. One might have thought I won a trophy or an award with the way I wore a big smile on my face. “I'm sorry I shut you out earlier.” I apologized wanting to set things straight with her and possibly start afresh when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. “Ouch!” I yelled, wincing as I struggled to get on my feet and call for some help. My eyes stung so bad that it started to tear up while my body got tense. I tried screaming for help but it felt like the pain already took my ability to speak. I let the tears flow freely thinking I had come to the end of my chapter. I tried connecting with my wolf but I guess the pain was too much for her to bear so she curled up in my subconscious trying to fight my pain. My body went numb and gradually, I felt my soul slip out of my body to the dark clouds as the last tears slipped out of my eyes. — I woke up to the piercing gaze of Alpha Baron and that of Bryan with some guards on standby whispering something like she's dead. “Am I alive?” I found myself asking the moment I pried my eyes open. “I told you this omega is crazy and can't simply lose her life so easily like that.” I heard the dwarf looking guard say to the giant looking one. I shook my head at how bizarre their thoughts were, trying to stand on my feet but fell back to the ground weakly. Whatever phase I went through was really killing and I prayed never to experience that again. My gaze fell on Alpha Baron's stone face. I shook away any crazy thoughts that might implicate me and simply bowed my head to pay respect to him. “Have you finally come to your senses?” He asked while I nodded my head. I was still weak from whatever had happened to my body because it felt as if I was beaten but there wasn't any mark or scratch. I haven't felt Alivia since then and it felt disturbing. “Get me the whip” he ordered. I raised my gaze instantly, opening my mouth to protest but Alivia's voice cut through my thoughts and me before I blurted out nonsense. “Lisa, don't. I'm too weak to heal you at the moment” she said before she went off again. I was held by three guards as my hands were whipped. I didn't shed a single tear because they had run out. All these while, my gaze was fixed on Bryan and I swear with every fiber in my blood to make his entire generation and the ones coming to pay for how I was treated. ‘I will make you crawl for forgiveness’ I thought inwardly. After I was done getting whipped, I was expecting the guards to drag me back to the cell but Alpha Baron waved me off that I can go. ‘Maybe he had a change of heart’ I thought inwardly, dragging my weak body out.Bryan's POVI carried Irene in my arms, her body limp, her breath shallow, and blood still staining her lips. My chest tightened with every step I took out of that damned arena. Her head rested against my shoulder, but the weight of her felt heavier than any burden I had ever known. The crowd’s noise followed me out, their chants and mocking laughter stinging my pride like knives. They had hailed Lisa, a nobody compared to Irene, the daughter of Alpha Rowland, my wife, my pride—my responsibility.Yet there she was, nearly lifeless in my arms.I could barely hear anything except the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears. My wolf paced inside me, furious, restless, wanting blood, but I forced him back. This wasn’t the time. I had to get her to the infirmary, I had to save her.“Move out of the way!” I barked at the guards standing by the corridor. They immediately stepped aside, their eyes widening at the sight of Irene’s mangled body. Some of
Third person POVEnzo’s chest tightened as the roar of the crowd echoed in his ears, drowning every thought but the sight of Lisa sprawled in the middle of the bloodied ring. Her body looked lifeless, her chest rising and falling shallowly, her skin pale and slick with sweat. For a brief, chilling moment, he thought her spirit had already left her body. Without a second’s hesitation, he broke through the circle, shoving aside the wolves who crowded too close, his boots echoing against the wooden floor of the ring box as he reached her.“Lisa!” His voice cracked as he fell to his knees beside her, his arms slipping beneath her limp frame. She was drenched in blood—hers and Irene’s—but Enzo couldn’t tell which wound belonged to which. All he knew was that her pulse had to be there, had to still exist, or he would tear apart everyone in this place with his bare hands.He pressed his ear against her chest for half a heartbeat before relief slammed through him
Lisa's POVI could feel the crowd pressing in from all sides, their voices blending into one roaring wave of anticipation, mockery, and bloodlust. My hands were trembling, not out of fear but out of sheer awareness that this was no longer just a petty challenge. This was survival, pride, and the heavy weight of what it meant to be me — just an omega in their eyes, standing against Irene, a woman of royal blood.Her sneer cut deeper than any blade. “Do you think you can humiliate me by winning a game of archery, omega? You think that was real? That was luck. Nothing more.” Her voice dripped with venom as she stepped forward, shoulders squared, eyes blazing. “No ordinary omega can beat me.”The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, fueling her arrogance. I held my ground, staring straight at her. I wouldn’t bow, not today, not ever again.“If you’re so confident,” she snarled, “then let’s end this properly. A spar. A deadly one. If you win, I’ll grovel
The crowd was still buzzing with excitement from the archery competition when Irene’s voice cut through the air, sharp and venomous.“There’s no way an ordinary omega beat me,” she snapped, stepping forward with fury etched across her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes darting to the murmuring crowd. “That result must be a joke. I demand another chance!”Lisa, still clutching the bow in her hand, lowered it slowly. She was breathing harder than she wanted anyone to notice, but she stood tall, refusing to cower. Her fingers trembled faintly before she clenched them tight to hide it.“Irene, the scores were announced,” Ash said, his tone cutting, almost mocking. “Lisa didn’t just beat you. She destroyed you.”A wave of laughter rippled through the spectators. Some clapped, others jeered, but it only made Irene’s face twist even more. Her pride was pierced, and her lips curled in rage.“You think this is funny?” Irene’s voice ro
Third person POVEnzo threw his head back and burst out laughing, the sound booming through the grand hall like thunder rolling over an open field. His laughter was contagious, loud enough to pull every eye back to him as he took the mic from the stand with practiced ease. His shoulders still shook with mirth, but when he finally steadied his breathing, his smile stretched wide across his face, warm and mischievous all at once.“All right, Kael,” Enzo said, his deep voice resonating through the hall, “if that is truly your wish, then so be it. Everyone here, listen carefully. I want to make this absolutely clear.”He paused deliberately, watching as the crowd leaned in, waiting. Kael, standing just a few steps away, was already grinning from ear to ear like a child who had just gotten away with the most outrageous prank.“I love this stubborn, reckless, never-silent fool right here,” Enzo declared, pointing straight at Kael. His words carried auth
Third person POVThe hall had grown brighter as the second segment of the celebration began. The guests were buzzing with anticipation, their voices carrying from one end of the room to the other. The earlier formalities had passed, the speeches and ceremonies completed, and now came the part everyone seemed to have been waiting for—the games of wit, tradition, and competition.The announcer’s voice echoed through the large hall as he called for all alphas willing to compete in the traditional contest. The rules were simple: the victor would be granted a single wish, one that Alpha Enzo himself would honor publicly. It was more than just a game; it was a chance to test pride, knowledge, and political cunning in front of peers and rivals alike.Bryan’s eyes glistened sharply at the invitation. He straightened his shoulders, adjusting the gold-embroidered hem of his ceremonial attire, and rose from his seat. His pack members immediately noticed the intensity