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Bella Manuel faced the mirror, her fingers gliding across the smooth material of her blue gown. The shade accentuated the warm glow of her caramel skin, and for the first time in a long while, she felt lovely, unique, and worthy.
Marcus would love it.
A hidden smile curled her lips as she ran her fingers along the tiny mark on her shoulder made by his kisses the previous night. His voice echoed in her mind.
"I will claim you as mine because I plan to reveal everything about us to the whole pack tomorrow."
Excitement twirled in her gut, blending exhilaration with anxiety. Today was not just Agnes' 18th birthday celebration; it marked a day when everything changed for Bella.
No more being treated like a ghost in her own pack. No more hushed whispers about her being an Omega. No more being ridiculed by the very people who should have been her family.
She was about to be the Beta’s mate.
“Bella Manuel! Hurry up, or you’ll get us all punished!” her mother’s sharp voice cut through her thoughts, making her jolt.
She fought the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she grabbed her coat from the chair and hurried downstairs. The moment she took her last step, she received a solid knock on the head.
“Mum!” Bella groaned, rubbing the sore spot while shooting her mother a wounded look.
Linda Manuel, a woman weathered by years of servitude in the pack, didn’t spare her a glance as she stormed out of the house, her youngest daughter, Amanda, trailing behind her.
“I’m sorry, Mum!” Bella called, hurrying after them.
Amanda shot her an unimpressed glare before sprinting ahead. “Race ya!”
Bella smirked, lacing her fingers through her mother’s as they picked up speed, laughter spilling into the cool evening air.
Upon their arrival, the packhouse was already bustling. Sparkling lights were hung between the trees, giving a warm golden glow. The aroma of grilled meat and fresh bread filled the air.
Yet, just as swiftly as the scene's warmth surrounded her, reality began to intrude.
“Linda!”
Alpha Cyrus' wife, Luna Helena, stalked toward them, her face twisted in disdain. Without hesitation, she grabbed Linda’s arm, her nails biting into the older woman’s skin.
“Follow me to the kitchen! Now!” she barked, dragging Bella’s mother away.
Bella clenched her fists, anger bubbling beneath her skin. She hated this. The way they were treated. Like they weren’t part of the pack. Like they didn’t matter.
“I hate this,” Amanda whispered beside her. “Omega or not, the Moon Goddess made us all.”
Bella sighed, ruffling her sister’s hair. “It will all be over soon.”
Amanda turned to her with cautious hope. “You think?”
“Yes.” Bella smiled, thinking of Marcus. “I know it.”
Her friends, Eve and Joy, beckoned her over from the far side of the hall, their eyes glimmering with excitement.
“Bella! Amanda!”
For the next thirty minutes, Bella danced with her fellow Omegas, their laughter and chatter filling the space. But Agnes and her minions never let up, throwing taunts and snide remarks whenever they passed.
Then, like a scene from a dream, Marcus appeared.
He strode toward her, his presence commanding, drawing the attention of the entire hall. The music slowed, the air thick with curiosity.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked, reaching out his hand.
A collective gasp resonated across the audience.
Joy nearly squealed. “Oh heavens, he just asked Bella for a dance!”
Eve clutched her chest, eyes wide. “Wow! This is huge!”
Bella’s heart pounded as she slipped her fingers into his. Hilda, her wolf, practically purred in delight.
His hand settled on her waist, her fingers on his shoulder, and as the music swelled around them, they moved in perfect sync.
He stared at her with something soft in his (deep emerald) eyes, and for the first time in forever, Bella felt seen. Chosen.
When she leaned in, seeking the warmth of his lips, he smirked.
“Not now, baby,” he murmured, licking his lips. “You don’t want to ruin the surprise, do you?”
Bella shook her head quickly. “No.”
The promise in his gaze made her dizzy. No matter what happens tonight, I will be the luckiest girl in Greywolf Pack.
Then the music changed, signaling the Alpha’s traditional dance.
Marcus released her and turned—toward Agnes.
Bella’s breath hitched as he extended a hand to the very girl who had tormented her for years.
She forced herself to breathe. They’re just friends. That’s what he’d told her.
She moved back to her friends, watching as the crowd turned their attention to the pair.
Eve nudged her. “That was incredible! You guys have insane chemistry.”
“One would think you were mates,” Joy giggled.
Bella bit her lip. “We are,” she murmured, her heart betraying her need to keep the secret.
“What?” Eve and Joy froze.
Amanda, who had been silent, narrowed her eyes.
Bella swallowed hard. “I was just kidding,” she covered quickly. “Obviously.”
Eve laughed. “You almost got me there! As if the Moon Goddess would ever pair a Beta with an Omega.”
Joy sighed dreamily. “I’ve read so many stories where powerful mates fall for Omegas… maybe even a Hybrid.”
Eve scoffed. “This is real life. Hybrids wouldn’t fall for Omegas.”
Joy swatted her. “Oww!”
Bella barely heard them. Her eyes were locked on Marcus and Agnes.
Her wolf, Hilda, let out a warning growl.
They better just be friends.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
A hush fell over the hall as a soft melody played.
Marcus stepped forward, and Bella’s heart fluttered.
Then he dropped to one knee.
His hand reached into his breast pocket.
She didn’t know he was there.Bella stood near the window, a towel twisted around her hair, another wrapped low around her body. She hummed softly—some careless, half-forgotten melody—as she adjusted the fabric, swaying without awareness. The sound drifted through the room and lodged itself somewhere dangerous in Dave Stark’s chest.He should have announced himself.Instead, he watched.Moonlight and lamplight kissed her damp skin, turning it warm and luminous. Water beaded along her collarbone and traced slow paths down curves she seemed blissfully unaware of. The towel clung to her thighs just enough to make restraint feel like punishment.The first time he’d heard her name—Bella—something had shifted inside him. A pull he didn’t understand. Standing there now, he understood even less. His Hybrid stirred restlessly, dark thoughts brushing the edge of control.She looked… alive. Unburdened. For days, he’d only seen her asleep or eating, quiet and contained. This—this careless joy—hit
Sandra dabbed her lips with a linen napkin, then lifted her gaze to Bella with a look that was far too sharp to be casual.“You’ve heard the rumors, haven’t you?” she asked calmly. “About the Moon Goddess cursing Dave Stark. About him never finding his fated mate.”Bella’s fingers tightened around her spoon.She hadn’t heard them.She had lived them.“When it became clear fate wasn’t cooperating,” Sandra continued, “the Supreme Council—and a few of us close to him—decided something else could be done. If destiny failed, then choice would replace it.”Bella’s chest constricted.“An agreed bond,” Sandra went on. “A selected mate. Political or personal. It’s not uncommon among kings.”Jealousy flared hot and ugly before Bella could stop it.Of course it made sense. Of course the world would move on without her. To Dave, she was nothing more than a stranger he had taken under his protection—a curiosity, perhaps. A responsibility.And yet…Why her?Why not Agnes—the polished Alpha daughter
Shock barely covered what Bella felt.“Heal… you?” she echoed softly, her voice unsteady.Dave Stark didn’t answer right away. His gray eyes—those unsettling, knowing eyes—held her in place, as if he could see straight through the layers she had built to survive this life. Whatever he was fighting, he clearly wasn’t ready to name it.“Rest,” he said finally, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”The words wrapped around her like a command disguised as kindness.Bella didn’t even remember falling asleep.When she woke, soft daylight filtered through sheer curtains, bathing the room in a pale glow. She was lying in a bed that felt far too large and far too luxurious for someone who had spent most of her life surviving scraps of mercy. The suite was breathtaking—ivory walls, gold accents, and the faint scent of cedar and something unmistakably masculine.Someone shifted beside her.“Good morning.”Bella turned sharply—and froze.“Sandra?” she blurted, sitting upri
The silence that followed Dave Stark’s question was suffocating.Alpha Cyrus froze—only for a heartbeat—before rage overtook reason. The sharp sound of his palm striking flesh cracked through the grand hall.Agnes staggered sideways.Gasps erupted from every corner.No one had ever imagined Alpha Cyrus raising his hand against his cherished daughter. Not even in whispers. Not even in secret.Agnes burst into tears, collapsing against her mother. Luna Helena’s face drained of color, her lips trembling as she reached for her child.Bella stood rooted to the floor, horror crawling up her spine.Alpha Cyrus exhaled shakily, then turned toward King Stark—toward Dave—with his head bowed and his pride in tatters.“Your Majesty,” he said, voice hoarse but controlled, “I owe you the truth. Bella… is also my daughter. I forced her and her mother, Linda, into the Omega class because of unresolved issues between Linda and myself. It was wrong. But it is the truth.”The words landed like a blade.
Moonlight washed the clearing in cold silver as the Lycan emerged from the shadows.His massive frame moved with lethal grace, black fur catching the light until it gleamed like polished onyx. Bella gasped and scrambled for the clothes scattered near her, pressing the fabric to her chest as if it could shield her from the power radiating off him.The Lycan turned his head.Gray eyes—ancient, intelligent, dangerous—locked onto her.He stepped closer, inhaling slowly. Bella froze, breath trapped in her lungs. His fur brushed her skin, a deliberate pass that sent a tremor through her body. Heat followed where he touched, unsettling and intimate, as though the night itself leaned in to watch.Then he threw back his head and roared.The sound ripped through the forest, shaking branches, scattering birds, announcing dominance to anything foolish enough to linger. It was fury sharpened into command. Bella clutched the fabric tighter, heart hammering.Why does this feel… familiar?The Lycan c
Bella stood still, the silver tray balanced in her trembling hands as Alpha Griffin beamed at his daughter.“Agnes, are you enjoying your celebration?” he asked proudly, his voice carrying over the soft music and polite laughter.Bella kept her gaze lowered. She was dressed like the other omegas—white long-sleeved blouses tucked into short skirts, black stockings hugging her legs. Invisible. That was the rule. That was survival.“Of course I am, Father,” Agnes replied sweetly. “Everyone knows King Dave Stark will arrive tonight. Mother told me he intends to make me his queen.”Bella’s fingers tightened around the tray.Alpha Griffin stroked his beard thoughtfully. “You’ve always been a dutiful daughter. I’m proud of you.”Agnes smiled, radiant with entitlement. “When I’m queen, I’ll ensure this pack rises above all others.”Alpha Griffin cleared his throat. “And Marcus?” he asked carefully. “You once promised to marry him.”Agnes waved a dismissive hand. “Marcus is irrelevant. He can







