L'Analphabète et l'héritier

Keira's POV

I kept my head down, my long dark hair falling over my face as I pushed the mop across the cold tiles of the school hallway. 

The sharp smell of cleaning chemicals burned my nose, but I didn’t complain. Complaining meant drawing more attention, and attention in the Silver Moon Pack was never a good thing for someone like me. 

At eighteen, I had perfected the art of being invisible. My slender frame stayed hidden under an oversized gray hoodie that smelled faintly of the laundry soap I used to wash it every night. 

My silver-gray eyes stayed fixed on the floor, never meeting anyone else’s gaze for long.

Silence had been my shield for years. One wrong word and the dangerous voice inside me might slip out-the one that could bend wills and shatter minds like fragile glass.

The heavy footsteps came before their scents did, three sets, each one carrying the unmistakable power of alpha blood. 

My wolf stirred faintly inside me, restless but trapped. I gripped the mop handle tighter and kept working.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite silent omega,” 

Derek Harlan’s deep voice rang out, laced with that natural authority that made lesser wolves want to bare their throats. 

He stopped right in front of me, his tall, broad-shouldered frame blocking the light. Dark hair neatly cut, piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through my defenses. 

His alpha scent washed over me like a storm, cedar wood mixed with crisp rain and raw power. It made my chest tighten with an unwelcome pull that I hated. Fated attractions were for real wolves, not broken omegas like me.

I didn’t look up, I kept on scrubbing.

Brad Lawson let out a rough laugh that echoed down the empty hall. “What’s wrong, Keira? Still pretending you can’t talk? Or are you just too scared?” 

He stepped closer, his massive six-foot-five body casting a long shadow. Muscular arms crossed over his chest, sandy-brown hair messy from football practice and golden eyes that flashed with hot-headed energy. 

Scars from training marked his skin, reminders of his brutal strength. His scent hit me next, wild earth and burning embers, aggressive and impulsive. 

Another flutter stirred in my veins, that ancient bloodline call trying to wake something I kept buried. 

My heart gave a strange skip, the physiological pull making my fingers tremble slightly on the mop.

Isaiah Sterling leaned against the lockers with his usual effortless grace, black hair styled perfectly, sharp green eyes watching me like a cat toying with a mouse. 

“Maybe she enjoys it,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with manipulative charm. 

“Cleaning up after us, ghostwriting those essays for the betas who pay her scraps. It’s almost admirable how she knows her place.” 

His polished scent, expensive cologne mixed with something sharper, like hidden steel-curled around me.

I kept mopping, moving around Derek’s feet without a word. My silence wasn’t weakness, it was survival. 

Ever since I was a little girl, I had felt the power locked in my throat. One outburst as a child had nearly broken a caregiver’s mind during a pack dispute. 

After that, I chose quietness, oversized clothes, head down. 

Work hard as cheap labor in the labs after school and clean the training halls. Anything to stay forgotten.

Derek’s blue eyes narrowed. He grabbed the end of the mop, stopping my movement. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, omega.” 

His voice dropped lower, alpha command threading through every word. His eyes flickered, the blue deepening with a hint of wolf power.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze to his chest, then higher. Up close, his broad shoulders and intimidating aura made the air feel thick. 

That attraction tugged harder, sending a warm ripple through my body that I shoved down immediately.

“See? She can follow orders,” Brad said, shoving my shoulder lightly. 

The contact sent a spark through me, his golden eyes flashing brighter for a second. 

“But we all know she’s useless, can’t even shift properly in practice runs. What kind of wolf are you, anyway?”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounded, the palpitations mixing fear with that unwanted pull toward their powerful scents.

Isaiah stepped forward, circling me slowly. “Come on, Keira Brown, give us something. Tell us why you hide in those baggy clothes like a ghost.” He tilted his head, green eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Or are you scared we’ll find out there’s nothing special under there? Just another weak omega who’ll never amount to anything.”

The voice inside whispered dangerously, begging to be let out.

Lena Harper’s soft voice cut through the tension from down the hall. 

“Hey! The coach is looking for you three on the field. Something about strategy meeting before the big game.” 

She hurried over, her petite frame and chestnut hair a welcome sight. Her warm brown eyes met mine with quiet understanding. As a fellow omega, she knew the weight we carried.

Derek released the mop with a grunt. “We’ll finish this later.” His blue eyes lingered on me a moment longer, that strange connection making my chest ache again. 

“Clean this hall spotless, silent girl.”

Brad smirked, punching Derek’s arm playfully. “Yeah, and maybe tomorrow we’ll make her run laps with us. See if she breaks her silence then.”

Isaiah chuckled. “I bet I can make her talk before the week’s out. What do you say, boys? A little bet?”

My knees felt weak once they were gone, Lena touched my arm gently.

“You don’t have to take that every day, Keira,” she whispered, helping me wring out the mop. “One day they’ll see you for who you really are.”

I gave her a small nod, my voice barely above a whisper when I finally spoke to her. “It’s safer this way, Lena. You know why.”

She sighed, her gentle scent of herbs and quiet strength calming me a little. “I know, your birthday is in a few days. The Awakening Ceremony is coming, maybe things will change.”

We finished the hallway together, in silence. Her company was the only light in my days. As we worked, I thought about how the pack hierarchy crushed omegas like us. 

Powerful alphas like Derek, Brad, and Isaiah ruled the school and the hidden territories of Silver Moon Pack. They walked alongside human society but kept their true nature secret, enforcing strict rules where strength meant everything.

Later that afternoon, in the dimly lit lab I cleaned after classes, I wiped down the counters. My mind wandered to the strange feelings lately, those palpitations whenever the trio got too close. 

The way their bloodline scents called to something deep in me made no sense. 

I was nothing, Just the silent shadow.

That night, after a long day of avoiding more taunts in the cafeteria, where Brad had “accidentally” spilled juice near my feet and Derek had ordered me to clean it while Isaiah watched with amused green eyes, I collapsed onto my small bed in the omega quarters. 

The room was simple, cold, with only a thin blanket and a cracked mirror. I stared at my reflection: dark hair tangled, silver-gray eyes tired, slender body marked by faint old bruises.

My birthday was approaching fast. I was turning eighteen. The age when many wolves fully awakened their stronger forms. 

I wondered if mine would even come or if I would stay this broken version forever.

I closed my eyes, exhaustion pulling me under.

The dream came suddenly, like a door cracking open in my mind.

Starlight poured across an endless night sky, ancient and glowing with silver fire. 

Forgotten whispers echoed around me, soft at first, then growing louder. 

“Heir of the lost line... the Oracle awakens...” 

The words wrapped around my soul, pulling at me with a power that made my skin tingle even in sleep.

A massive silver-white wolf form appeared in the distance, its eyes matching mine, glowing with ethereal light. I reached for it, but shadows crept in, warning of pain and chains breaking.

I woke up gasping, my heart racing wildly. 

The whispers still echoed faintly in my ears. What was that? It felt too real, too alive. My wolf howled inside, stronger than ever before.

As I sat up in the dark room, a strange energy hummed through my veins. My birthday was only days away and something deep within me was stirring.

I had no idea that those dreams would shatter everything I thought I knew…