Omega Luna Ran Away With Our Twins

I am Jane Ellis, an Omega in the Storm pack. My parents had died when I was very young and I’d grown up here alone. As an orphan, I’d been made an Omega – one of the lowest of the low, my duties dull at best and humiliating at worst.“Aw, she looks sad,” one of the Warrior Wolves cooed. “Maybe we should give her a break.”I wanted to believe him. But I knew him better. “Maybe you should,” I joked weakly. “Oh, little Jane,” he purred, his fingers curving around my neck, “as if we’d ever go easy on you.” Maybe they wouldn’t hate me so much if I could shift. Today was my eighteenth birthday, and I still couldn’t shift into my wolf. It was hard for me to be brave with half the pack bearing down on me, but I gritted my teeth and stared resolutely over their shoulders. My bottom lip started to quiver. I bit down on it. Hard.The boots I’d been cleaning lay discarded on the grass. They wouldn’t get told off for disrupting me; I’d get shouted at, and worse, for allowing them to distract me

I always left very early, before Hunter woke up, after every treatment. He was wild with the poison racing through his veins; he gripped me hard enough to turn his knuckles white and his eyes were frenzied, blind with lust. I dragged myself up, exhausted and weak.I never let on what happened between us, though. Gradually I realised that he didn't just hate me, he hated all Omegas, and he’d already thrown me in the dungeon once. I couldn’t let that happen again.If he knew, he might think I was using my body to seduce him, not cure him, and I wouldn’t be able to bear it. Worse still than the dungeon was the thought of him looking at me with hatred, and it was that slim bit of pride that kept my mouth shut.Dragging myself to the kitchen, I winced with every step. I was particularly sore after last night, my thighs aching and my back bent out of shape. “Here she comes,” muttered Phyllis, one of the other Omegas.“Morning,” I said, forcing a smile. “Bitch,” another hissed, their back

Moonlight caught the side of his handsome face, chiselling it starkly against the blurry backdrop of snow. Why was he thinking of me on a night like tonight? Surely he should be with his new Luna. The thought curdled my stomach and I started to turn away, tears pricking my eyes and my hand moving to cup my belly. I didn’t know what to do. I stood frozen, a deer in the headlights, a thousand ideas and dreams racing through my head. A shadowed figure, walking swiftly towards him, snagged my gaze – and crushed my dreams. Hands covered her face and her shoulders shook with tears. She moved into the slant of moonlight, and I knew for sure then that it was Amy. Perfect Amy. He looked up, too, and his face twisted with emotion. I’d never seen him look at me like that. My Alpha – not my Alpha, not really – went to her and comforted her, pulling her head to his chest and pressing a kiss to her bowed forehead. It was his tenderness that broke my heart. When he looked at me, his eyes were ful

Hunter's POV I'm Hunter Burns, Rogue wolf and the Alpha’s son. I grew up in the Storm pack but, given the choice, I’d take being a Rogue any day. I hate all Omegas and my father, Alpha Dylan. Whenever I lost control of my life, it was because of them. I craved control. Four years ago, I became a Rogue. Two years ago, I became an Alpha amongst the Rogues. I left my father’s pack, the Storm pack, at fifteen. Everything I’ve built since then has been because of me - not him. My own pack thrived in the human world. Unlike the Storm pack, which shunned humanity, I chose to embrace it. My members and I were doing well; so well that we created our own business group, ‘R,’ where all my pack members work. But we still needed our own territory back in the werewolf world. So when my Beta, Carl Beck, told me that he was near the Storm pack and its Alpha was dying without an heir, I was shocked. I’d left him behind, hating him so much I’d never wanted to think of him, let alone see him, agai

Daisy’s POVI’d never thought the Moon Goddess would make it up to me in such a way. The wood of the doorframe bit into my palm as I leant against it, watching Jane drive away. My heart pinched slightly at the sight of her departure. I thought I would be sad when she left, but no, I was happy she was leaving.Now I had everything I’d always wanted.I lowered my head and pressed a gentle kiss to the little girl’s forehead. She cooed; I tightened my arms around her. I would keep her safe.“From now on, you are my daughter,” I murmured. “I think I’ll call you Ava. Ava White,” I breathed. “Hi, sweetheart. My little Ava. I’m your mommy, Daisy White.” I grasped her tiny hand in mine, and I knew what love was as her minute hand curled around my index finger.” So nice to finally meet you.”“I’ll tell everyone that someone left you on my porch,” I whispered, peppering her little face with more and more soft kisses. She had huge blue eyes, but I didn’t think anyone would associate her with Jane