LOGINAn Omega on my bed
Agora’s POV
“We’re wasting time, Agora.”
The old bastard slammed his fist on the table so hard it shook the cups. You could hear the impatience in his voice. “Kael’s armies swell with every moon. If we don’t act...”
I cut him off, sharp as a blade. “Enough.” My voice thundered through the chamber, snapping the air in half. You could’ve heard a pin drop after that. Gods, they made me sick, bickering like crows over a carcass, clutching at fear while I needed them to have a damn spine.
I didn't bother to hear another word. I just waved my hand, indicating the meeting was over, and slammed the door behind me. Finally, I could breathe. War rumors buzzed like flies, Kael’s name on every tongue, and my people clung to me for hope. Fine, I’d give them strength, even if it killed me.
But tonight? My patience was already out.
I walked down the corridor, desperate to get to my room for a little peace. As soon as I got to the door, I flung the room open.
A girl hell, a maid sprawled out on my bed like she owned the place.
My bed!!.
She was tiny, chest barely moving, dark hair, a messy curtain over her dress. The dress was a sack, torn and filthy. Dirt smeared across her cheek. Like some stray cat had wandered into the palace and decided to nap in the Alpha’s nest.
She was out cold. On my bed.
The balls on this one.
I was shocked, but then it turned to anger. No servant ever set foot in my chambers without being summoned. Sleeping where I slept? No one would dare. I felt my hands balling up, and could already picture myself dragging her off by the scruff, maybe worse.
I stalked closer, about to rip her off the sheets, and then it hit me. Hard. Like a damn freight wagon to the gut.
Something inside locked up. A pull. This primal, violent reaction that pinned me where I stood. My wolf reared up, howling, tearing at my insides, one word echoing in my bones.
Mate!.
I just stood there. My heart was pounding like it wanted to come off my chest. My wolf howled, making me think of nothing else.
This dirty, trembling nobody… was mine.
I nearly stumbled back, like the wind had been knocked out of me. No way. Not possible. I’d made peace with being mate-less forever. Too old, too scared. The Moon Goddess had passed me by, and I’d built an entire life on that.
So why her? Why now? What sick joke was this?
Would I have to reject her?
Her scent hit me with wild lilacs, rain-soaked earth. It clawed at my sanity. The pull between us roared through my fury, tangling up my instincts. I should’ve killed her. Should’ve, but didn’t.
Her eyes fluttered open.
She saw me. Panic exploded across her face. She scrambled up, pressing back to the headboard, hands shaking. “Ple…please,” she croaked, voice scratchy. “Do..n't..don’t kill me.”
Something in me cracked at the sound. I almost laughed, her terror was so real but the bond wrapped steel bands around my chest. I hesitated.
Me! Hesitated?
I should’ve ended her. That’s the law. That’s what an Alpha does. But looking at her, I realized: shit! I couldn’t.
Not her.
I forced myself to be cold, and put all my authority into it. “You broke a rule. That means punishment.”
Her breath caught. She pressed against the wall, bracing for the end.
“But…” I went on, narrowing my eyes, “You won’t die. Not today.”
She blinked, confusion flickering in with the fear.
“From now on, you’ll serve me. Here… In this room. You don’t leave unless I say. No one sees you. If you step out of line, I’ll end you myself.”
She opened her mouth maybe to argue, maybe to beg, but thought better of it.
She just nodded.
I leaned in, letting my shadow swallow her. “Call it mercy. Don’t mistake it for kindness.”
Her fear was so big that I could feel it. Somehow, my wolf purred, happy she was close even though I wasn’t sure I wanted her there at all.
I turned away, sucking in air like I might drown. Needed distance. I needed to think. Hell of a night for fate to get clever.
Marek was already sprawled out in my study when I walked in, eyes sharp as a hawk, tracking me the second I crossed the threshold. Guy’s younger than me, built like he could break a door frame just by leaning on it, and shocked he can’t sit still for five seconds.“You wrapped up the council early,” he said. Not a question. Zero emotion. “They’re not going to love that.”
I shrugged, grabbing the whiskey. “I don’t care if they love it. They just got to listen.”
Marek crossed his arms, in full dramatic mode. “Kael’s getting gutsy. Word is he’s cozening up to the Black-moon rogues. If he pulls them together…”
“He’ll be rotting under the snow before the first frost,” I cut him off,
The thing is, his warning rattled me. Kael’s a snake too smart, too hungry. If my pack splinters anymore, we’re toast.
“Keep your ears open,” I muttered, my voice dropping. “I want every scrap of Kael. Even the rumors.”
Marek gave this stiff nod.
A couple of hours later, I’m back in my room. She’s still there. Seraphine. Passed out cold. On my damn bed.
You’ve got to be kidding. I walked closer, expecting her to flinch or run.
Nope!.
She was oblivious to her surroundings. Her mouth slightly ajar. She looked like she hadn't slept for a long time. Did she seriously not know how much danger she was in? Did she not realize I could end her with a word?
My fingers twitched. Should’ve tossed her on the floor. Should’ve reminded her who the boss was.
But all I did was stand there. Staring like an idiot.
Something about her, peaceful like that, made me uneasy. She should have been a mess. Begging, shaking anything but this....
Why aren’t you scared? I almost said it out loud. And worse, why was my wolf, usually a raging beast, suddenly happy just watching her sleep?
It practically purred.
I clenched my fists, anger rising within me. This bond would ruin me if I let it. Still… I couldn’t wake her.
Couldn’t even touch her. I turned away, jaw tight. But the thought wouldn’t leave.
She was mine.
And the Moon Goddess? Yeah, she had obviously cursed me with her. The next morning, the sun was leaking through the curtains, and someone pounded on my door. Didn’t even get time to answer before the head maid started yelling.
“I’m sorry, but the new servant’s missing from the servant’s quarters. I’m afraid something’s happened.”
My eyes quickly snapped to the bed.
But it’s empty.
Agora’s POVShe slipped in after midnight.I knew every footstep in this palace, every guard’s heavy stride, every servant’s hurried shuffle, every nervous pause where fear freezes the air. Obedience has its own rhythm here, and I hear it everywhere.Seraphine shattered that rhythm.I’m at my desk, the study door closed, candles almost burned down to nothing. Papers gather dust in front of me. I had switched on the shower so she wouldn't be alarmed whenshe returned. My wolf stirred under my skin, pacing, uneasy...not because of threats or politics, but because of her.The door opened.Too quiet.I didn’t need to look up. I felt her arrival in the shift of air, in the sudden tightness in my chest, like something of mine just crossed a line I never permitted her to cross. She slipped inside, closed the door behind her with deliberate care.Late. So much later than she should be.My hand dug into the edge of the desk.I should call her name. Demand an answer. Remind her servants not to
Seraphine’s POVMorning in the slave dining hall is never really silent. It pretends that everyone keeps their voices low, heads down, moving carefully, but real quiet only lives where there’s no fear. Here, fear is everywhere. It lives in the clatter of wooden bowls, in the scrape of benches on stone. It sits heavily on our shoulders. It squeezes our throats.I sat next to Anaya, hands wrapped around a cup of thin porridge that tasted just a little like ash.Across the hall, Lady Verya’s laughter drifts in from the nobles’ corridor beyond the partition. Light, amused, untouched by hunger or punishment. I swallowed. “Anaya,” I whispered, hardly moving my lips.She glanced over, just the corner of her eye. “If you’re about to say something dangerous, eat first.” I almost laughed. Almost.“I saw the necklace again,” I said.She froze, spoon hovering. “The one you told me about?”I nodded.“Alpha Kael’s sigil. She wears it during punishment rounds. Every time.”Anaya’s jaw locked. She le
Agora’s POVSilence isn’t empty. It presses in, thick and heavy. I didn’t notice it at first, just the way the noise faded after Seraphine stopped filling the space. She used to command a room without saying a word. Defiance showed in her jaw, her slow, deliberate eye lifting. Even whenshe followed orders, you could feel her resistance, coiled beneath her stillness. She was enduring, not surrendering.That’s gone now.She moves like a shadow trapped in its own outline. No hesitation. No trace of anger. Not even a flicker of resentment when someone says my name. Honestly, that shakes me more than her outright rebellion ever did.I catch glimpses of her, always working, always hunched under a load that looks too heavy for her. Her shoulders have narrowed, her hands look rough and raw, and the skin is split and badly healed. She doesn’t complain. She never pleads. She won’t even glance my way.The first time I noticed, I brushed it off as a coincidence. The second time, irritation flare
Seraphine’s POVWhen you start to figure out where pain comes from, you start looking for it everywhere. Trying to track it is almost. I didn’t write anything down. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hover or stare. I just remembered.Lady Verya was always up before the sun. She sipped her tea alone in the eastern antechamber, never sweet, never hurried. She would inspect the servants with her chin high, eyes sharp, as though she expected disappointment. Mornings were for punishments, afternoons for humiliation. She saved her worst for when she had an audience. But honestly, the nights were what mattered. Nights were hers alone. My work changed fast. It's no longer a regular chamber. Instead, I got the kind of jobs that wore you down, scrubbing stone floors that were already spotless, hauling water from the lowest cisterns, sorting through records that smelled like old dust and rot. I didn’t mind the exhaustion. It blurred the edges of everything else.Still, I kept count. The first nigh
Seraphine’s POV That necklace shouldn’t have mattered. Just a small thing, really delicate, dangling at Lady Verya’s throat as she swept down the servants’ line that morning. She held herself as she had always done. She had straight hair, a high chin, square shoulders, and a stern face.But the second I saw it, my breath caught. I knew that sigil. Alpha Kael. The stylized wolf head etched into the pendant wasn’t obvious. To most people, it’d pass for decoration, nothing special. But I recognized it. I’d seen it stamped into wax seals and stitched on banners, worn proudly by Kael’s envoys when they visited the palace, pretending they were just here for polite conversation.I remembered those visits. I’d stand by the wall, eyes low, like I’d been taught. Boots thumped past, cloaks swept the floors. The air always felt tight, like everyone was holding their breath. Alpha Agora’s jaw would clench so hard you’d swear his teeth would crack.Now that same sigil pressed against Lady Verya’s
Agora’s POV“Don’t touch it again.” He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but the words came out anyway. The jar sat heavily in his hands, warmer than it should be. Seraphine stood across from him, pale and shaken. Her fingers twisted into her skirt, gripping tight, like she needed something to hold on to. She glanced at the jar then quickly looked away, as if staring for too long would get her in trouble.Agora forced his voice steady, cold. “If you touch it again, you’ll get yourself into real trouble. Trouble I won’t save you from.” He tasted the lie as soon as he said it. She swallowed. “I understand, Alpha.” He scanned her face, searching for a hint of rebellion, the slyness Lady Verya always hinted at. He found only confusion. And underneath that, something rawer... longing. Not for him. For the truth. “I don’t get why you’re so fixated on it. It’s not a toy. It’s not for you,” he let out a breath, frustration leaking in.She hesitated. “I’m not...” She shook her head, strugglin







