Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha

Lisa's POV Being an omega, the weakest wolf rank in the pack, meant that I was treated like an outcast. Not just by other wolves my age, but by everyone—even my own family. There was no respect, no acknowledgment of my worth, nothing. I was a burden, a punching bag for the pack's frustrations and jokes. No one expected anything of me, and it seemed no one ever would. “Lisa!” A sharp voice called from behind, snapping me from my thoughts. I flinched at the sound recognizing the harsh tone instantly. My stepsister, Brenda emerged from the trees, her brows furrowed in irritation. “What are you doing here?” “I—I was just sitting,” I replied quickly, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress. I spoke quietly as I often did when speaking to anyone, especially her. “I needed a moment to think.” Brenda crossed her arms and scowled. “To think? About what? How useless you are?” Her words were biting, filled with the same disdain that the rest of the pack showed me.“The mating ce

Lisa's POV I got off the floor and dusted my gown, trudging slowly in the direction of the bar. There was no point in me returning to the pack. I had nothing left. No pack, mate, no future. Maybe, the bar wouldn't make me feel lonely.Eventually, I found myself standing outside a high-end bar called PICK ME UP. I stared at the door, feeling a pang of hesitation. I'd never set foot in a place like this before. With one last shaky breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.The bar was dimly lit, reeking of alcohol and something else I couldn't quite place. A few patrons sat scattered across the room, their faces shadowed. No one paid any attention to me as I walked to the bar, slipping onto a stool. The bartender barely glanced my way. “What'll it be?”“I don't care,” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. “Whatever's strong.” He shrugged and slid a glass in front of me. I took a long swig, wincing as the alcohol burned down my throat. It was awful, but it worked. The nu

Lisa's POV It had been a week since I started my journey, wandering through forests in search of a pack I could call home. The towering trees surrounded me as I quietly munched on a bag of chips, my headphones tucked snugly in my ears. Suddenly, a faint rustling caught my attention. My heightened werewolf senses immediately kicked in. I stopped, removing my headphones as adrenaline surged through my veins. The instinctual choice between fight or flight overwhelmed me.I quickly stashed away my food and listened again. Footsteps echoed in the distance, getting closer. Emerging from the bushes were three tall, muscular men, their bare chests on full display. The man in the middle glared at me, his lips curling into a snarl. “What are you doing on pack land, Rogue?” he spat, his voice dripping with disgust.I glanced down at my appearance. I wore a simple white gown that fell to my knees, paired with white Converse sneakers and a denim jacket. I had even showered earlier that morn

I woke up before the sun did and lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.What was I doing here? Where was…. Then it all came back. The forest. The guards. Ragnar.I sat up slowly and put my hand on my stomach. The baby shifted and to be quite frank I had gotten used to it during the weeks of walking alone through forests with nowhere to go."I know," I whispered. "I don't know where we are either."I took stock of the room the way I had learned to take stock of every unfamiliar space.I crossed to the window first and checked if it opened. It did. I noted that and turned back.That was when I saw my shoes.I had kicked them off the night before without thinking, too exhausted to care that they were caked with mud from a week of walking. They sat by the door now, clean. The white canvas restored to something close to what it had been before everything fell apart, set neatly side by side like someone had taken actual care doing it.Someone had come into this room while I slept.

I was halfway through breakfast when the guard outside my window changed.Not unusual on its own. But this one was standing differently—shoulders back, spine straight, the kind of posture nobody maintained for an hour unless someone had told them to look sharp.I set my bread down.Three wolves I did not recognize were moving along the eastern path below. What the hell was going on? And why did those it seems they're preparing for a ceremonial?I pushed back from the window and went to find out what was happening.The corridor outside was busier than usual. A woman I had seen twice before in kitchen clothes was now in a clean pressed uniform, hair pinned tight. Two young pack members carried fresh flowers toward the main hall.Fresh flowers… On a Tuesday?I caught the arm of the nearest person, a young man with ink stains on his fingers. "What is going on?"He blinked at me like I had asked him what rain was. "Lady Seraphine arrived at dawn," he said, and kept walking like that explai