THE LUNA OF PROPHECY

Being an Omega in Silvermoon meant one thing; you were nothing. Invisible, unwanted, a mere servant. My mother and I used to be betas, until she was accused of consorting with witches. From then on, we were pushed down to the bottom.She worked herself to the bone; cleaning, running errands, raising other people’s children, anything to keep us alive. But when the Rogue Kingdom attacked five years ago, she took a hit meant for a beta’s child. The blade was laced with dark magic. It ate her from the inside, and no one helped us, they told her to go back to the witches she had supposedly consulted.I sold everything, but it was not enough for her treatment. That’s when I borrowed from Viktor; he ran The Den; an underground club where alphas and betas hid behind masks to indulge their darkest cravings. But my mother eventually died and I couldn’t pay him back, I was forced to work there. Stripping, serving, private rooms. Each night, I hated the way they looked at me like I was nothing b

After about a week, it was still impossible to put Elliot behind me, his words, his scorn... they replayed in my head every night. And yet, shamefully, I still felt connected to him. Maybe I truly was insane, it was very ridiculous for an omega to be bonded to an Alpha. But Havana still clawed restlessly inside me, I had to force her down, I had to forget him.So I did what my mother always taught me; lick your wounds in silence and move forward. I went back to the club, I danced, smiled, entertained like always, but with less soul. I was more conscious than ever of what I was: an omega, a servant, nothing more.That night, Viktor came over with his usual grin. “Private client wants you.”I nodded and went to the VIP room to meet the client. But the moment I stepped inside, my chest tightened. His scent hit me first, it was sharp and undeniable.Elliot.He was sitting there, waiting. When our eyes met, he pulled off his mask, never looking away.Panic shot through me. Why was he he

I found myself in a cell. The air was damp and heavy, and the faint smell of iron clung to the walls. I wasn’t alone. She was there, the priestess girl. Gina. She was already awake, sitting across from me, her gaze fixed on me in a way that made me uneasy. “What is happening? Where are we?” I asked, my voice was unsteady. “Someone kidnapped us,” she replied calmly. “I knew you weren’t alone when you came. They followed you, they must have been watching you.” “Who? Who are they?” I pressed, but before she could answer, footsteps echoed down the corridor. A sudden flash of light cut through the darkness, and my heart sank. Elliot. He moved closer, the torchlight flickering across his sharp features. His expression hardened the moment his eyes fell on us. Without hesitation, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. “I knew it,” he said coldly, his voice laced with triumph. “You really are consorting with witches. I’ve caught you red-handed. Now you and your little witch friend

That evening when I got home, I couldn’t bring myself to tell Sienna everything that had happened. All I could say was that I needed to know my roots, that maybe it would answer the questions that had been weighing on me, she didn’t press further, she knew I would talk to her when I was ready, instead, she stayed by my side, quietly taking care of me the way she always did when words weren’t enough.The next morning, I went to the Den and told Viktor I would be taking some days off to visit my sick grandmother. He barely looked at me, his only response was that the days would be deducted from my pay. I didn’t care, money was the least of my worries.I traveled out to the countryside, to the little village where my grandmother lived. She wasn’t really my grandmother by blood. She had raised my mother, and in many ways she had raised me too, especially on the nights my mother worked late. When I arrived, I was struck by how much older she looked. Her shoulders seemed smaller, her movem

As I got back to work at the Den, sliding onto the pole under the dim, smoky lights, I was not just in the mood. Yes, my body went through the motions, but my head was still stuck in my mother’s journal. Every word I uncovered pulled me deeper into a storm I couldn’t shake. And Elliot, goddess, Elliot. His smug little invite to the bonfire still burned in my mind. Did he really think I would show up just because he said so? He probably wanted to parade his Fiancée Ariana in front of me, to watch him bless his future with her? just to rub it in. He must be out of his damn mind. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.When my shift on stage ended, I headed straight for the bar. I ordered some Tequila; perks of the job, free shots. I downed them one after another until my thoughts blurred just enough. I just needed silence in my head, even for a moment.That’s when Viktor came over.“VIP request,” he said flatly. “Private client’s waiting.”I groaned. I really wasn't in the mood b