Novah’s POVI walked slowly—slower than I should have—dragging my feet along the stone path that led away from the garden. Each step felt heavier than the last, like the words Ashton had said were clinging to my legs, pulling me back.> “You’re not invisible... But that doesn’t mean I see you the way you want me to.”I kept hearing it, over and over, like a whisper that wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. My heart should have broken already, but somehow, it kept finding new cracks.The moon hung low now, dull behind the thick clouds. It didn’t glow anymore. It just watched. Silent. Distant. Like everyone else.The path behind the packhouse was quieter than usual. The sound of laughter from the other side—the real side—drifted faintly through the air, and I turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse through the glass. Inside the dining hall, the long table was full. Plates clinking. Smiles flashing. Warmth oozing from every corner.It looked like home.It should have been home.But
Novah’s POVI sat on the edge of the worn bench outside the training hall, pretending I had a reason to be there.I didn’t.Classes had ended hours ago, but going home felt harder than just… waiting.Jason had gone ahead. He always walked me to the gate, but I told him I’d stay back today. I said I needed to meet with one of the teachers.It was a lie.I just didn’t want him to see the way my hands shook or the way my eyes kept darting toward the hallway where the elite wolves trained. Where Ashton might walk by. Where Loveth would definitely walk by.I pulled my hoodie sleeves over my hands and stared at my shoes. They were scuffed. One lace was torn. The soles were thin from walking home instead of taking the car Father insisted on keeping for show. Because of course, the Alpha’s daughter had to appear like she was cared for.That was the key word: appear.The wind whistled outside the cracked window, and I flinched as the old frame creaked.I hated how easily I flinched.The traini
Novah’s POVThe packhouse halls always felt colder after the final bell, like the warmth of the day drained out with the laughter. I heard that sound now—snickering, not laughter—echoing from behind me. I didn’t turn to look. I didn’t need to.I knew what they were laughing at.Me.My backpack was heavy today, mostly with things I didn’t need. I had stacked in extra notebooks just so I wouldn’t have to go back to my locker. I hated walking past the senior lockers. That’s where Loveth and her friends liked to gather. Like vultures waiting to find something too weak to fly.I knew how they saw me.A weak, pathetic omega.And not even the kind anyone pretended to respect. The kind they pointed at, whispered about. The kind they knocked into the lockers just hard enough to make me stumble, but not hard enough for a teacher to notice.I gripped my bag tighter and kept walking.Don’t cry.Not in the hallways.Not where Loveth might see.I found myself at the far end of the building again, w
Novah’s POV The hallways quieted down. The laughter dimmed. The air felt thick with whatever people didn’t say to my face but whispered behind my back. I kept my eyes low, my books tight against my chest again, like a shield. They weren’t even books I needed. I just… held them. Because if I didn’t, my hands would tremble.I walked slower today. My feet dragged like they weren’t mine. Like they didn’t really want to be going wherever I was going. I didn’t even have a real destination. I just needed to not be seen sitting alone in the cafeteria again. That always made it worse. Sitting. Waiting. Hoping no one would come over just to laugh.I thought maybe I could go to the back garden. The one place Loveth never went. She said it was full of bugs.“Novah.”My name made me flinch before I turned around.Lucien.He was wearing a black hoodie, sleeves rolled up, and he smiled at me like I was someone worth smiling at.“Oh—hi,” I said, my voice too small.He caught up to me in a few easy s
Novah’s POVThe Moon-Star Pack house always looked coldest in the morning.The kind of cold that wasn’t about temperature. It was silence and stiff glances and hallways too wide to feel safe in. It was the way no one looked me in the eye unless they were sneering. The way the omegas moved like shadows. The way Loveth’s laugh echoed like it owned every corner.And me?I was just... here.I walked through the corridor with my books clutched tightly to my chest, my fingers digging into the worn spines like they could protect me. Maybe they could. They were the only things that never changed. Numbers. Pages. Silence.As I passed by the training grounds, I heard the sharp thwack of fists against pads, followed by Ashton’s voice barking instructions.I paused.I shouldn’t have.But I did.There was something magnetic about his voice. Firm. Commanding. Alive.Unlike me.“Are you seriously lurking, Novah?”My stomach dropped.Of course.Loveth’s voice was syrupy-sweet and full of poison. She
Novah’s POVThe Moon-Star Pack house always looked prettier at night. At least, that’s what I told myself.Soft lights blinked along the roof like fireflies too tired to fly, and the garden outside swayed in the wind like it hadn’t just witnessed a storm inside.I sat at the edge of the stone steps, arms hugging my knees to my chest, chin resting on top. The pack house was quiet now—eerily so. My father’s yelling had died hours ago. Ashton had gone to bed. Or maybe back to wherever he usually vanished to when he didn’t want to deal with me.The night air was cold, but I didn’t move.I liked the stillness.Sometimes I thought if I sat still long enough, the world might forget I was here.A soft crunch of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts.I didn’t turn.Part of me hoped it was Ashton.Most of me hoped it wasn’t.“Novah?”Lucien’s voice floated toward me, unsure and quiet.Of course.Of course it would be him.I turned my head slightly. “You shouldn’t be here.”“Probably not,” he adm