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OLIVIA’S POV
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 POVBy nightfall, the grand hall was overflowing.Every corner of the vast chamber buzzed with restless energy—the low murmur of gossip, the sharper hum of accusations, and the scratch of reporters’ pens as they jotted down every whisper. Wolves from across the pack had come, drawn not only by the promise of answers but by the spectacle of scandal. Aurelia’s disappearance had rattled everyone, and now Kael’s promise of revealing the orchestrator was the only thing holding the room together.The chandeliers glowed, casting sharp light on anxious faces, while guards lined the walls in tense silence. Every eye turned toward the dais at the far end, where Kael stood ready, his expression thunderous, his words still locked behind clenched teeth. And beside him, waiting for the signal to step forward, was Darius.But Seraphina knew what was coming.If Kael spoke that name—her name—her carefully bui
AURELIA’S POVTwo days.That was all Darius had asked of me. Two days and the rumors would die, he’d said. Two days and he’d show me the truth wasn’t as cruel as it seemed.And for those two days, I tried. I swallowed my doubt. I folded my fear small and tucked it into corners where it wouldn’t choke me. I told myself to wait, to breathe, to endure.But fate has never cared for promises. I didn’t want to hope this time. I want to trust Darius, my heart wants to hope once again but my brain-it wants to shut down. I have hoped for too long, expected too much but at the end I was the only person who got hurt. I guess Love, hope, expectations, these things are priceless in my family’s eyes.I felt suffocated inside the four walls of my own home, so I decided to step out for a moment and that’s when everything shattered.The night it happened was deceptively calm. The manor hummed with its usual rhythm—guards on rotation, servants finishing chores, Seraphina tucked in her wing pretending t
AURELIA’S POVThe smallest, most dangerous thing in me—hope—resented him for giving me that choice. I had spent everyday memorizing how to be small so I would not be noticed, and now he offered me a way out that required admitting I could not do it alone. I gripped the knife tighter and tried to make my voice a stone.“No,” I said. It came out flat, practiced. “I don’t want—” My throat closed.Darius’s eyes flicked, not unkindly, to the window. He knew. He had known before I did that my fingers would find the metal; he had seen the set of my shoulders the instant I crossed the threshold of despair. He had seen me unravel the way only the very nearest did.“You don’t have to say ‘please,’” he murmured. “You don’t have to beg me. Just—tell me you don’t want to do this alone.” A breath. “We’ll carry it with you. Two days. Two days and the pack will tire of the story. Two days and the men who feed rumors will be turned away. I’ll make it stop.”I was incredulous that he offered it so clea
SERAPHINA’S POVIf there’s one thing I’ve mastered, it’s performance.Every glance, every sigh, every tear that clung just so to my lashes—it was all calculated, measured, and delivered with the precision of a seasoned actress. And the best part? They all believed it.No one questioned how the accident happened. No one cared to wonder if perhaps Seraphina, the darling daughter, might have had a hand in her own misery. No. They were too busy gasping, too busy scolding Aurelia, too busy eating the spectacle I’d laid before them.This time, there were no accomplices within the family. No whispering to Father. No little nudges to Mother. Not even Darius or Kael. I didn’t need them. All I needed was a handful of well-placed wolves in the pack, the kind that sold secrets and gossip like bread. I fed them a story, laced with just enough truth to taste real, and let them carry it like wildfire: Aurelia had been the last one with me. Aurelia had pushed me too far. Aurelia had always been like
AURELIA’S POVDarius held his line like stone. Kael’s jaw worked in ways that looked like anger and worry braided together. They pushed the crowd back, shouted curt commands, offered clipped assurances about an ongoing investigation. They protected me — but even the shields were thin. I watched the way Darius’s eyes flicked to me from time to time, and though he didn’t speak my name with accusation, there was a coldness there I couldn’t ignore. His restraint felt less like trust and more like calculation.That knowledge settled in my gut like a bitter pill: even the people who claimed to guard me no longer trusted me entirely. Their loyalty had eroded by whispers and the ease of repeating what served them. It was easier for them to ask questions than to look for answers.But I had none.I had held myself together all day as if skin and bone were enough to keep the world intact. I answered questions with measured bows. I
AURELIA’S POVThe ride to the hospital blurred around me. My hands shook in my lap, cold and clammy, as the same questions beat against my skull—What happened to her? Why did she scream? How did she fall?But when I arrived, there was no space for questions.The sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the air, and the corridor was filled with frantic footsteps and hushed voices. At the far end, I saw them—Father and Mother, rigid and pale, their eyes fixed on the door behind which Seraphina lay.“Father…” I began cautiously, my voice trembling.They turned on me as one.“Cruel child,” Mother spat, her eyes brimming with tears that were not for me. “How could you treat your sister like this?”“You were the last one with her,” Father snarled, stepping closer, his voice echoing down the corridor. “Always bickering, always envious—was that not enough? Did you







