I sat on the wet forest floor gazing at the moon through the trees, hardly noticing the cold night. I was even tired of crying and my eyes hurt like a thousand needles had pierced them.
My dress which was now filthy and wrinkled held on to me like a memento of the cancelled ceremony. I swallowed hard. If someone had told me that the love of my life would toss me aside like yesterday's trash, I wouldn't have believed it at all. The embarrassment was still vivid and my heart felt like it had been broken into a million fragments and my chest tightened again and again, making it difficult for me to breathe. Long after everyone had gone back to their packhouse, I had remained out here. Hiding and praying that no one finds me here, if not they had taken pictures, posted it on social media and made me beg for death. Ever since,my parents died at twelve years old. The only love I got from the world was from Liam but now thinking about it I felt if all it was a lie. I dreaded going home, I was afraid of the looks of sympathy and the whispers. But as the hours went by something changed within me. Liam had to tell me why he did what he did. He might have spoken under pressure or in rage. Maybe he would reconsider if I spoke with him and reminded him of our past love. He couldn't just reject me like that. I pushed myself up and walked back to the packhouse, my legs shaking. The party had ended and the building was strangely quiet. Steeling my nerves I paused outside Liam's room thinking of what to do. I stood in the hallways which were dimly lit. I took a deep breath and held up my hand to knock. But I froze before my knuckles touched the door. A light-hearted playful female voice was saying and I didn't know why it felt awfully familiar. "I don't know what you saw in her Liam." The voice continued and I knew it was Sophia. As I leaned in and pressed my ear against the door my heart fell. When Liam spoke to me earlier his voice was warm and full of something I hadn't heard before but now they sounded like he was in love. "She's nothing compared to you," he said. I forced myself to remain silent by biting my lip and felt my eyes stung. "Oh, stop it Liam. You're going to make me blush." Sophia squeaked . "Sophia, I don't know how to say this, you're flawless." Liam remarked." You are everything Serena isn't. You possess beauty and strength and you are deserving of standing next to an Alpha. I couldn't wish for a better mate." Even though my chest constricted, I couldn't bring myself to turn away, to stop listening . I peered through the sides of the door and a soft gasp escaped my lips. They were standing so close together, their bodies nearly touching, Liam even had his arms around her waist. Liam extended his hand to stroke a lock of Sophia's golden hair behind her ear as she looked at him passionately. "She has no place here ."Liam added, his voice growing icy." She is nothing more than an Omega without a wolf who is holding onto unattainable goals and thinking she's going to be my mate and Luna." Sophia grinned back. " She is really so pitiful. " She said, her voice dripping with venom."Did you notice the way she gazed at you throughout the ceremony as if you were a lost puppy in need of rescue?" She finished and they both burst into laughter. I felt a tear run down my cheek as they both laughed again and again. "She must be stupid to think that of all the women in this pack, I had chosen her. She's not in our league ."Liam stated. "I am an Alpha and you are the kind of strong woman I need by my side, not some pitiful omega who needs rescuing." I put my hand to my mouth to stop myself from crying. I never knew something like this would happen, that the man I loved would talk about me in such a degrading manner. It felt like a bad dream, one I desperately wanted to wake up from. With her hands on Liam's chest , Sophia took a step closer. "And I'm glad to be that person, I love you Liam and I want to be with you for eternity ." Just like a dream or a bad movie, I watched as my mate, the one true love, lowered his head and kissed Sophia. It was not a tender kiss. It was the kind of passionate intense kiss I had once hoped he had given to me.Those kind of kiss that leaves one squirming for more. As I watched them, my nails dug into my palms, the betrayal going deeper than I had imagined. Sophia laughed quietly as they finally parted, her fingers tracing a line across her firm breasts. "I should leave before anyone notices us. " "I don't care about people,"Liam grinned. "What they think doesn't matter to me. I want you and if I can have you right here and now I would do it ." He smiled mischievously. Sophia nudged him playfully ."You're awful." His tone was lighter than I had ever heard him use and he teased. " And you will love it. " She smiled and shook her head then turned to go." I will come to your room tomorrow." She said coyly. As soon as the door opened and she left, I swiftly moved back and hid in the shadows. I briefly thought about going up to Liam and asking him why he was acting in this way. But I was stuck, I was too shocked to move, disbelief held me in place when I saw him standing there grinning smugly. He thought I was nothing. I turned slowly and moved away, my steps getting heavier by the second. Finally returning to my tiny room I fell onto the bed and sobbed silently, my body trembling. The rejection wasn't just a rejection, it had seemed like the worst pain I had experienced. I made a mistake. I could not get the picture of Liam and Sophia together out of my head. Why could he do such a thing to me? I thought he loved me. His words rang in my ears, each one cutting like a blade through me. *She is nothing. *. *Woflless*. I suppressed my sobs by pressing my face against the pillow. How was it possible for him to humiliate me in front of the whole pack and then turn around and declare his love for someone else? Sophia of all people. She was the daughter of the Gamma family and she was all that I wasn't: strong and attractive. It makes sense why he picked her. But that did not lessen the pain. ---. . I lay awake and stared at the ceiling as the night wore on. I couldn't stay here. No, not in this way. Liam had stated that he didn't want me and the pack would never accept me. But where would I go? I had nowhere to go. I clenched my fists, the pain gradually giving way to anger. They believed that I was weak and would give way under the pressure of their hatred. But I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me break, of seeing me cry. So long as Liam and the other members of the pack wanted me gone. I wouldn't go quietly though. With determination strengthening my anger, I wiped away the last of my tears. I had to see him one last time .Derrick’s POVI was standing at the head of the great hall, my fingers clenched around the edge of the oak table, its weathered surface a reminder that I was not untouchable while the voices of the pack jostled about me. The warriors, my warriors, were splintering before my eyes. Some had their heads bowed, faithful to me, to the pack, to the bond I was still frightened to accept outright. Others, their eyes flashing defiance, murmured poison with Elise all over the name. The awakening in Serena—her discovery of newfound strength, a scent that had signs of something primal and powerful—had started a fire I wasn’t certain I could control.“She’s a liability, Alpha!” Torren, a large warrior with a scar that ran through his brow, brought his fist down on the table. “Rhys’s rogues are swarming us because of her. She’s carried his wrath to our very own doorsteps. Get rid of her while you can.”I gritted my jaw, a low growl bubbling up from my chest. My wolf, aching to rip out of my chest.
Serena’s POVIt was aching, in my chest, in my limbs, all the way up to my bones, as if the moon itself had reached down and sucked me dry. I blinked heavily and my eyelids seemed to ache under the leaden weight, a sharp whiff of herbs and antiseptic stinging my nostrils. I was in the infirmary of my pack, the low flicker of lantern light casting odd shadows on the stone walls. My skin was sore, not just from the fight but from something beneath it, a throb deep within.I attempted to sit and a sudden stab ripped across my side, I gasped. I placed my hand to my belly automatically and felt a tender pudge that reminded me of my own little lineage. “Easy, Serena,” a deep, gravelly voice said next to me. Derrick. I winced, turned my head, and saw him sitting on a wooden chair next to the bed, his green eyes shadowed with fatigue. His shirt was wrinkled, his hair disheveled as if he hadn’t slept in days. Maybe he hadn’t.“You’re awake,” he said, leaning forward with hands clasped togethe
Derrick’s POVMy chest was rising and falling heavily, my muscles aching from the struggle, blood seeping from a slice across my forearm. Serena lay tied to a stone slab that had been dragged to the clearing, her wrists rubbed raw by rough ropes, her green eyes shining with stubbornness, despite the fear I could smell on her. My mate. My everything. And I’d be the one who let her fall into this trap.Rhys was in front of her; his shadow was a parody of the friend I remembered. His amber eyes were glinting with malice, and he was sneering in such a way that made my wolf growl under my skin. He had a curved knife carved down with runes that shimmered slightly in the dim light of the moon. The sight of it sent a chill down my spine. I recognized that blade—I’d watched him wield it during the massacre, when he’d carved Rhys’s mark onto the fallen. Now, it was inches from Serena’s throat.I balled my fists, claws aching to erupt through. “Let her go, Rhys. This isn’t about her.”He laughed
Serena’s POVI was standing at the rail of the Packhouse, the wrought iron railing the only thing between me and the blood red sky, my hands shaking. It was not just any moon — it was a warning, a surge of ancient power that reached into something held deep inside. My unborn child, safely nestled in my womb, appeared to feel it as well, it's heart beating. But the visions… they didn’t go away.Now they came in flashes, uninvited and cruel. A ring of rogues repeating themselves under a sky of blood, their voices growling and crooning to some evil spirit. In the middle, a stone altar, glowing with an eerie green light. And my little—my unborn baby—chained by shadows, as that power was drained from it for a spell that would bind it to Rhys’s will. I wouldn’t let that happen. Not to my baby. Not to the last thing I had that was truly mine.“Serena,” the voice said, softly and firmly, waking me from the dream. It was Elder Mara. Her quick eyes, as little as she was, were measuring me with
Derrick’s POVThe clearing smelled of off musk, a bitter tang that made the back of my throat itch with a warning. The altar’s obsidian surface gave off a pulse of radiance, somber light carved in the stone that hummed with an energy I couldn’t quite comprehend, but that sent a shiver down to the thick of my bones. Serena was beside me, eyes round, lunar mark dimly visible. My wolf snarled inside me, demanding I protect her, tear down anyone who threatened her or her child. But my blood ran cold at the sight of Sophia, stepping into the light. She was a ghost from Serena’s past, and a venomous one at that; one who had once torn her world apart. And now here she was, in my pack, a wicked grin on her lips that said nothing but trouble.Sophia’s eyes met my gaze with a long defiant stare. "Did you expect me, Alpha Derrick?" Her voice weaved, every word laced with a knowledge that sent me into tightening my fists. “I come in peace. For now.”“Peace?” I snarled, moving forward and protect
Serena’s POVThe note we had found pinned to the gnarled oak by a dagger yesterday was still seared into my mind.As Derrick marched forward his feet, his broad shoulders set towards the house, his alpha aura seemingly crackling in the moonlight. Elliot stood on my right, beside me. We had been in the car since the packhouse and the two men hadn't exchanged a word, the silence between them sharp enough to cut. I could feel it — their competition, their unspoken stakes in me, and the heaviness of truths neither would ever tell in full. My lunar mark pounded away under my sleeve, as though it knew what awaited us behind the altar.And here he was in the clearing: a black ring of old stones that glowed silver in the moonlight. In the middle, at the middle of the chamber, was an alter, a piece of obsidian carved with symbols that seemed to pulse with a soft glow. My breath caught. The carvings brought out the crescent-shaped mark on my shoulder — a mark I’d been born with, the one my moth