The Bond ignites

The kitchen was one of my safe places, where I could lose myself and forget about my suffering. But today it felt like a dungeon, filled with excessive tasks. While I was preparing the food needed for the ceremony, I could hear the sound of boots echoing through the pack house and getting louder with each step. As the steps grew closer, I could smell pine, iron and dominance in the air and it overpowered the scent of garlic and fresh bread, I was preparing. 

Out of curiousity, I peeked and froze when I saw, Damien, Kael and Lucian, and my heart began to race. I pressed my back against the cold kitchen wall, trying to steady my breathing and also prevent myself from being seen. 

  

A loud horn sounded outside, signaling the start of the crowning ceremony. I wasn’t usually meant to attend the ceremony, but only to serve those who attend. 

Mrs Parker, the kitchen mistress, burst through the door, and her eyes were scanning the room. “Rebecca, get the trays ready for the feast.” Her voice was sharp, and filled with arrogance, and her blonde hair cascaded her back. 

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied meekly, keeping my eyes down. 

The horn sounded again, and I knew the ceremony had started. I tried to focus on preparing the dough for bread. But my mind kept wandering to the triplets, and how they would react if they see me again. 

Mrs Parker’s voice snapped me back into reality. “Rebecca, the trays. Take them to the hall. The feast starts right after the crowning.” She instructed and strode out without waiting for an answer. I nodded, grabbing the heavy trays of bread and roasted meat.

The hallway to the grand hall was crowded with pack members, their voices were filled with excitement. They glittered in elegant clothes and polished jewelry, which was a contrast to my worn-out garments. I kept my head down, passing through them, hoping no one would notice me.

The grand hall was a sight to behold. The tables were loaded with food, candles casting light over the pack’s best furs and silks. At the front, on a raised platform, Alpha Magnus stood, his broad physique strong even in his older years, his silver hair shining under the torchlight. Beside him were the triplets, and seeing them made me feel giddy. 

Damien stood in the center, his broad shoulders fitting into his ceremonial armor, his gray eyes scanning the crowd with a quiet demeanor that made my skin tingle. Kael was to his left, his dark hair tied back, his face calm but his eyes sharp, like he was studying everything. Lucian, on the right, flashed a grin at the crowd. 

The crowd went quiet as the Elders stepped forward, chanting the final words of the ceremony. Magnus raised his hands, his deep voice filling the hall. “By the will of the pack and the strength of our blood, I name my sons, Damien, Kael, and Lucian, Alphas of the Silvermoon Pack. May they lead with wisdom, strength, and honor.”

The crowd burst into cheers, and howls echoing through the hall. I set the trays on a side table, my hands shaking, and tried to slip back toward the door. I didn’t belong here, not among the celebration, and not near the Alphas. But as I turned, something stopped me, it was a sharp, electric jolt in my chest. My wolf surged, her energy wild and unstoppable, and for a moment, my vision sharpened, the colors brighter, the smells overwhelming.

I froze, my breath catching. Then I felt it, a pull, a connection, like a spark lighting up inside me. My eyes lifted, almost against my own will, and locked onto the platform. Damien was staring at me, his gray eyes staring at the crowd, steady and intense. Kael’s head tilted, his dark gaze narrowing like he felt it too. Lucian’s grin faded, his eyes finding mine, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

I felt the mate bond and it was impossible, but it was there, and a real burning connection between us. My wolf howled, loving it, but my mind panicked. Alphas didn’t bond with Omegas. They chose strong mates, warriors or nobles, not someone like me, that was bruised and broken. But the bond was real, tying me to all three of them.

The crowd was still cheering, unaware of the storm inside me, but Magnus’ eyes narrowed, his gaze moving from his sons to me. The bond was pulsing now, impossible to ignore, and I saw Damien step forward, his jaw tight, his eyes still on me. Kael moved with him, his body tense. Lucian’s smile was gone, replaced by a look of curiosity. 

“Rebecca,” Mrs. Parker hissed behind me, her voice low and urgent. “What are you doing? Get out of here.”

I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn’t move. The bond was too strong, pulling me toward them, and my wolf was fighting me, desperate to answer it. The crowd started to quiet, sensing something was wrong, their eyes darting between me and the platform. 

Magnus' voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. “What is this?” he demanded, looking at his sons. “Explain.”

Damien’s voice was calm but firm, like he was holding back a storm. “We feel it,” he said, his eyes still on me. “The mate bond.”

The hall went silent, the air was heavy with shock. My face burned, and I wanted to disappear. I couldn't still believe an Omega, like me was fated to not just one Alpha, but three. It was unthinkable, and a scandal that could ruin everything. Magnus' face darkened, his hands clenching. “Impossible,” he growled. “She’s an Omega. A nobody.”

Kael spoke next, his voice quieter but just as steady. “The bond doesn’t lie, Father. You know that.”

Lucian stepped forward, his eyes on me, a small smirk playing on his lips despite the tension. “Looks like the Moon Goddess has a funny way of picking mates.”

The crowd gasped, some were angry while some curious. I could feel Cassidy’s glare from across the room, and it was filled with pure hatred. My wolf was howling, urging me to step forward, to claim what was ours, but I couldn’t. I was shaking, my hands gripping the table, my mind screaming that this was a mistake.

Magnus' eyes locked on me, making me feel small, worthless. “You,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Step forward.”

My legs moved before I could stop them, the bond pulling me closer to the platform. I walked to the center of the hall, the crowd parting and their whispers echoing through the grand hall. I stopped a few feet from the platform, my head hung down and my heart racing. I could feel the triplets’ eyes on me, their presence overwhelming, and the bond snapped. 

“Look at me, Rebecca” Damien said, his voice softer but still strong. My name sounded so amazing coming from him, and I loved the way it made my skin tingle and heart race. I lifted my eyes, meeting his gray gaze, and the bond ignited in my chest, taking my breath away. Kael’s dark eyes were on me too, and studying my figure, while Lucian’s held a mix of curiosity and something warm, that made my heart race. 

Magnus stepped forward, towering over me. “This is a mistake,” he said, his voice cold. “You are an Omega, and you can’t be their mate.”

The words hurt, but the bond kept me standing, my wolf refusing to back down. For the first time, I felt her strength, and I held onto it. “I didn’t choose this,” I said, my voice shaky but clear. “But it’s real, and I feel it.”

The hall was silent, my words hanging in the air. Damien’s eyes softened for a moment, and Kael’s lips twitched, like he was impressed. Lucian chuckled softly, breaking the tension. “She’s got spirit, and i like that, ” he said, glancing at his brothers. 

Magnus' face was a storm, but before he could speak, Damien stepped down from the platform, moving closer to me. The crowd gasped, but he ignored them, his eyes locked on mine. "Don't worry we will protect you from now on", he said his voice low just for me to hear. 

The bond glowed in my chest, and for the first time, I didn’t feel invisible. I didn’t know what this meant or what would happen next, but as I stood there, in front of the pack, in front of their father, with the triplets’ eyes on me, something changed.