Every she-wolf in the Blackwood Pack envied me. Olivia Klein, the lowest-ranked Omega who married the most powerful Alpha, Dominic Blackwood. Yet none knew the truth of my torment. The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Dominic Blackwood’s Luna—but it never made me his choice. For five years, I endured his hatred, the pack’s scorn, and the crushing weight of a prophecy no one believed. And when the car crash nearly stole our unborn child from me, my desperate calls went unanswered. Instead, Dominic moved his ex into our bedroom. That’s when I understood: prophecies lie. Marks fade. And some battles? Aren’t worth fighting. For the sake of my child, I was resolved to leave. But tell me, why did that callous, heartless Alpha suddenly have regrets?
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A deafening screech of tires. The sickening crunch of metal. Then—nothing but darkness.
When I woke, the sterile bite of antiseptic burned my nose, and blinding hospital lights stabbed my vision.
“Olivia. Thank the Moon.” James—my foster brother and the pack’s head healer—let out a shaky breath as I blinked up at him.
I tried to sit, but my body screamed in protest, every muscle pulsing like I’d been trampled by the entire pack.
“Easy.” His hand pressed my shoulder down. “You’re lucky. Just bruises and a concussion.”
My mind clawed through the fog. I'd been driving to the supermarket to do my weekly grocery shopping for the pack when suddenly a truck lost control and veered straight toward me. The impact that sent my world spinning.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured bitterly. “Another burden on the pack.”
"Don't say that, Olivia," James’s jaw tightened. "You're the Luna of the Blackwood Pack."
Then, his voice turned softer: “There’s more. You’re pregnant, Liv. Six weeks.”
My breath vanished.
Five years. Five years of hollow pity and hissed rumors that I’d never give Dominic an heir. Five years of watching my mate’s eyes grow colder with every failed fertility test.
Yet now… My fingers trembled against my stomach. “Are you sure?”
His smile was the first warmth I’d felt in months. "Positive. And don't forget—" He ruffled my hair with familiar ease. "—top of my class at Johns Hopkins." He helped me lie down. "Now rest. I've got an emergency surgery, but I'll check on you after."
As the door shut, hope fluttered in my chest like a trapped bird. Maybe this was the Moon Goddess’s mercy—a child to finally make Dominic see me as more than the thief who stole his future.
Then the hallway whispers slithered under the door:
“—that Omega fraud’s back in the hospital—”
“Olivia stole everything from Evelyn—”
"She never deserves the title of Luna—"
My grip twisted the sheets. I wanted to find some words to deny them. But they weren’t wrong. If it weren't the prophecy, I'd have no right to be Dominic's Luna.
Ten years ago, Elder Alyosha’s prophecy declared only the true Blackwood Luna would bear the Phoenix mark—a sacred omen of power that could lead the Blackwood Pack to glory.
Everyone believed Dominic's beloved girlfriend, Evelyn, was destined for the honor. Their love story was well-known. The pack waited breathlessly for the sacred flames to claim her...
Until the fire chose me instead.
An Omega.
An outcast.
The most hated she-wolf in Blackwood history.
No one accepted it. Not the pack. Not Evelyn. Certainly not Dominic. But prophecies don’t bend for broken hearts. Officially, I became Luna.
But in most people's eyes? I was just a usurper who shackled Dominic to a bond he never wanted.
Now, fate had handed me a chance to change everything.
I couldn’t miss it.
I reached for my phone and dialed Dominic’s number. My wolf had died in an attack that left me Mindlink-mute at eighteen. Thank the goddess, my device survived the crash.
One ring. Two. Voicemail.
It was the norm. Dominic rarely answered my calls. I understood—an Alpha always had the pack's emergency first. I never pushed. But today...today was different.
Today, I needed him to hear me.
To know about our baby. To pretend, just for one second, that I mattered.
The phone rang endlessly. No answer.
Dread coiled in my stomach. Had something happened? Dominic was powerful, but enemies lurked everywhere. Lately, he'd been distant, buried in work he refused to share. I knew there must have been something. But I didn't dare to ask.
The Phoenix mark on my neck made me Luna in name only—the pack still saw me as just another Omega, fit only for grocery runs and chores.
My trembling fingers redialed. Moon Goddess, protect him—my mate, the father of the baby we'd waited so long for.
As if answering my prayer, a commotion erupted from the hospital hallway. Clinging to the wall, I forced myself toward the doorway.
The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence as doctors rushed toward the entrance. I tried to look up, but a powerful force knocked me to the ground.
"Ah!" I screamed as I fell, pain lancing through my hips—the baby—and looked up.
Into the eyes of my husband.
As if answering my prayer, a commotion erupted from the hospital hallway. Clinging to the wall, I forced myself toward the doorway.
The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence as doctors rushed toward the entrance. I tried to look up, but a powerful force knocked me to the ground.
"Ah!" I screamed as I fell, pain lancing through my hips—the baby—and looked up.
Into the eyes of my husband.
Dominic stood over me, his sculpted face twisted with a hatred so raw it stole my breath. His glare cut deeper than claws, his massive frame vibrating with revulsion. Why? What happened? What made him look at me like that...when I carried his heir?
“DOCTOR!” His roar shook the walls.
Then I saw her.
The woman cradled against his chest like something precious.
My throat sealed shut.
Evelyn.
The Luna he’d always wanted.
She’d vanished five years ago. I’d almost let myself believe she was gone for good.
But here she was, limp in his arms, her porcelain skin marred by gashes—while Dominic looked at her like the world would end if she faded.
A look he’d never given me.
“Move!” He kicked my leg aside like trash and charged toward the ER.
The pack’s laughter surged around me, a riptide dragging me under.
Every insecurity I’d fought since taking the Luna title erupted like a wound ripped fresh. The prophecy, the baby—none of it mattered. His heart had always been hers.
And now she was back to claim it. Could my baby and I survive?
THIRD PERSON’S POVThe chamber fell silent the moment the ancient stone doors slammed shut behind us. The runes carved into the walls flared to life, sealing us—and Olivia—inside. A palpable thrum of power filled the air as the threshold locked tight, every exit sealed by invisible warding. We were contained now.Olivia turned and faced the coven, wings of fire flickering at her back. Each pulsing feather glowed orange-gold, like embers alive with intent. The cavern’s shadows danced across their faces, dancing in time with the flicker of her phoenix magic. The air tasted like smoke and rising ash.They froze.When Olivia’s fiery wings unfurled in the dim light of the chamber—feathers licking with flame, stretching outward like living embers—every witch’s breath caught. Their reactions were visceral, discordant, but unanimous in shock and dread.The aging witch with silver hair stumbled backward, finge
OLIVIA’S POVI crept toward the ruins of the old watchtower, twilight folding into the forest around us like a cloak. Dominic and Derek followed silently at my side, each shadow a reminder that the trap had already begun. Witches were expected—but they thought they would strike on their terms. They were wrong. We were prepared before them.Under my direction, the forest floor breathed with subtle change.First, each rune etched into bark and broken stone began to pulse faintly—cracked wards flickering, glyphs etched in moss collapsing. I let my mana seep into them, dissolving their binding energy. A glyph meant for warding a territory would now fracture and die, releasing its protective glow as thin smoke.I lowered my voice to a soft hum, threads of phoenix flame weaving into the air. I shaped a powerful illusion—an aura of exhaustion and moonlight bruising that spread in misty waves. That aura carried subtle notes of raw magic le
OLIVIA’S POVI received the warning from the shadows—fragmented whispers that witches advanced on our territory, their numbers growing. It wasn’t a dream or rumor; a snitch slipped in a coded message only I could decode. A war of magic and bloodstone wasn’t just prophecy—it was a dark destiny whispered by Elder Alyosha years ago. I remember dismissing those words once, eager to step into my new role as Dominic’s Luna. But now, as I sensed the witches gathering, his prophecy echoed with chilling clarity.Elder Alyosha had spoken quietly beneath crescent moons, long ago—about sacrifices etched into my fate. At the time, I was blinded by colors of dawn and the promise of his pack’s future.“When the mark wakes,” he cautioned, “you’ll lose more than you’ll gain. Blood must be paid… your own blood, and others’.”I thought it a metaphor for power’s burden. I n
ANONYMOUS POVIn a cavern carved deep under poisoned hillocks, a flickering circle of candlelight revealed a gathering of robed figures. Their faces were concealed by hoods, hidden in darkness. The air pulsed with latent power—the ley lines converged here, thick with primal magic. This was the witches’ sanctum.At the center stood a woman, known to none present but whose influence echoed through whispers in distant forests. She spoke softly, venom in every syllable: Olivia was no hero, they were told. She was a dangerous force—unstable and cruel, they convinced them. Yet there was no talk of how it was she who stabbed Derek, no admission of guilt. Instead, she painted herself as the betrayed, the wronged, the inevitable martyr. She spoke of witches who’d fallen by Olivia’s hand—as if they were victims of fate—conveniently ignoring the darker truth: it was they who tried to switch Olivia’s destiny, tampering with forces fa
OLIVIA’S POVThe forest seemed to hold its breath as Dominic helped Derek to his feet. Derek swayed, pale and fragile, alive—but barely so. I stood frozen, astonished by what had just happened. My fire… my flames had healed him. It was beyond anything I ever knew I could do.Derek rubbed his chest, confusion and pain flickering across his face. “What… what just happened?” His voice cracked.I knelt beside him and gently squeezed his hand. “The battle ended. The heaviest magic faded. All the warriors have gone, and the witches… they fled.” My voice trembled. “They stabbed you with that cursed spear—and they knew how much you meant to me. They realized… this time, you died unfairly. And when they saw my fire— their fear grew. So they ran.”He blinked, eyes still trying to take in the chaos around us. Dominic stepped back, his eyes wide and unsteady.“I&mdash
OLIVIA’S POVThe sky was still bleeding shades of lavender and charcoal when I slipped away from the estate. Dawn hadn’t fully broken, and the world still lingered in that fragile stillness between night and day—a quiet space where secrets could move unseen. I left no note. No kiss on the forehead for my children. No whispered goodbye to Dominic, knowing all too well that he would join me if he knew and that would only make things difficult for me . Only James knew.He had connections—far-reaching ones buried deep within the political veins of the supernatural world. Ones forged not through brute strength but with careful words, loyalty earned over years, and quiet favors exchanged in back rooms where secrets lingered longer than shadows. James had always been the sort of man who understood the subtleties of power. Not the loud, boastful kind, but the power that moved beneath the surface, masked by courtesy and controlled restraint.When I told him what I planned to do, that I was goi
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