Prologue

Centuries Ago - Blood Moon Pack

Everyone says I'm cursed just because of the moon goddess crest on my chest and the color of my hair. It’s blonde and unusual like that of other wolves. I feel like I'm nothing but a common omega wolf.

However, the power I wield is outstanding. More than an Alpha King. The whole world of shifters fears me. Why? It's because of that lame prophecy about me, since birth.

For decades now, Alphas had been sent to me to have me killed but failed due to the four alphas; Caelan Thorne, Jace Wilder, Elias Cross, Lucian Hale, that had protected me. It turned out that they were tied to me. My fated Mates.

As I stood before the pack house, the moon hanging low in the sky like a ghostly crescent, I felt a sense of trepidation.

Lucian's hand grasped mine, his fingers intertwined with my own. His eyes, once bright with hope, now shone with worry.

"If you go tonight, I won't be able to protect you," he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. "The moon is blood-red for a reason, Elara. Please, don't do this."

I sighed, my heart heavy with the weight of my destiny. "I have to try, Lucian. The pack elders will listen to me. I'll make them understand that I'm not the monster they think I am."

His grip on my hand tightened. "And you think they'll believe you? They're afraid of you, Elara. They'll stop at nothing to eliminate the threat you pose."

I pulled my hand free, a sense of determination settling within me. "I'm tired of running, Lucian. Tired of hiding. I'll face them, and I'll make them see reason."

“But you know what will happen to you…”

He explained but I didn’t care. I was tired of fighting and running. I was no rouge neither was I born to run all my life. Since my father and mother died tragically because of this stupid prophecy thing trying to protect me, I vowed to make everything right and tonight I had to.

“Lucian. It’s okay. Nothing will happen to me.” I gave him a reassuring look. “Besides there’s nothing that can kill me. Remember? I’m the cursed omega wolf.”

I joked but he didn’t laugh. His forehead was frowned. All I could see was his blue eyes filled with worry.

“I love you.” I said calmly. There was a long silence after. Suddenly I felt the cold breeze blow against my dress, also carrying my blonde hair across my face. He didn’t say anything but he relived his forehead and forced a weak smile across his face.

He opened his mouth to say a thing afterwards but couldn’t form a word.

“Just don’t die. Promise me.” He begged me to promise and I nodded. All that accompanied after was the quietness of the night and the sound of cricket in the distant bush.

“I’m gonna be okay.” I said turning away from him. Starting to walk into the pack house. I could feel his eyes on my back until I disappeared through the door and its closed from my behind by the pack security guards.

I stopped in my track as I stand in the spacious hall. The walls are more than six feet tall. Three pillars standing tall to the roof.

I sighed as i approached the five arched arranged throne in the center of the building. It’s the chair or so called throne of the pack elders. By the way this is the Blood Moon territory.

“You’re the curse?” The elder seated on the right asked, disappointed. “The omega born to fracture the order. We were fools to believe you were a liability.”

“Hey, You.” The elder seated in center, wearing a blue robes signaled to one of the pack guard. “Cuff her.”

He ordered. The guard immediately nod and bring out a silver cuff from a tray I hadn’t noticed until now.

“You called me here and i answered. I wouldn’t have you cuff me, would I?” I protested but it sounded out like a threat. The guard who was supposed to approach me and cuff me, stopped halfway. There’s this look on their face as I spoke. What was it? Fear? Don’t tell me they’re scared of me.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to have you shifting into a beast and having to control you.” The elder who asked to cuff me forced a smirk on his face and then looked back at the guard. “Cuff her.”

The guards cautiously approached me, his eyes fixed on mine as he wrapped the silver cuffs around my wrists. I didn't resist, knowing that struggling would only escalate the situation. As the metal touched my skin, I felt a surge of power try to rise up within me, but the silver's effect was immediate, suppressing my abilities. There was more to this cuff than silver.

The guard retreated, and the council elders leaned forward, their faces stern and unyielding.

"Elara, Omega of the Blood Moon Pack and also a former member of this pack," the elder in the center spoke, his voice dripping with malice. "We demand that you surrender your Omega Core—the divine link to the Moon Goddess. Your power is dividing the packs, causing chaos and destruction. It's time for you to relinquish this burden."

Fear passed through me. How could he ask such a thing? I didn’t show weakness. I stood tall, my eyes locked on the elders.

"I understand your fears, but my power is not the problem. It's the fear and misunderstanding of it that drives the packs apart. If you would only listen—"

"No, Elara," one of the elders interrupted. "We've heard enough. Your words are nothing but empty promises. You're a threat to our way of life, and it ends here."

The other elders nodded in agreement, their faces twisted with fear and hatred. I tried to reason with them, to make them see that I wasn't a monster, but they wouldn't listen.

Just as I thought all hope was lost, I saw a familiar figure step forward from the shadows. Caelan! One of my fated mates! Yay! What was he doing here?

Even though he was the younger brother of the Packs leader, I didn’t think he was allowed to be here. Perhaps he was here to have my back and save me. Anyways he was the Alpha who once held my hand along with the other Alphas and sworn alliance to me.

“Oh you’re here, Alpha Caelan.” The elders acknowledged him and I smiled at him. He didn’t return back my smile. He just looked at me with guilty and I felt immediately something was wrong.

His eyes, once filled with warmth and loyalty, now seemed cold and calculating. I felt a pang of fear and disbelief as he stood before me, his face set in a determined expression.

"Caelan?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What are you doing here? I thought—"

He didn't meet my gaze, his eyes fixed on some point beyond me. "I'm sorry, Elara. But if we continue to let you live... we all die." His voice was firm. My face froze.

“You’re right, Alpha.” The elders nodded in agreement, their faces twisted with fear and hatred. "Then it's decided," one of them declared. "She's to be killed. Immediately."

I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as Caelan, one of my fated mates, stepped forward, a dagger glinting in his hand. What is he doing?

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, and for a moment, I thought he might show mercy. But then his face hardened, and he whispered, "Forgive me, Elara."

“What are you doing?”

With a swift motion, he drove the dagger into my chest. Blood poured out of my mouth all of a sudden.

I felt a searing pain, and my vision began to blur. I tried to speak, to curse them, but my voice was lost in the darkness that closed in around me.

Meanwhile is the higher cloud.

As I fall to the ground, blood pouring out from my lifeless body. The Moon Goddess, watching from the stars, marking the beginning of the curse. The crest on my chest glows.

With her infinite power she gives me a second chance and reincarnates me forcing a glamorous power into me. but I don’t know when I’d be back. All I know is it will be soon.

My return is imminent!