Tamed by the Omega

Tanya’s POVThe forest swallowed me whole.Branches scraped at my bare arms, thorns bit into my ankles through the delicate fabric of my ruined dress. My lungs burned with every breath as I ran, faster, farther, as if I could outrun the humiliation clawing through my chest.Rejected publicly by the one person who was supporting to accept me irrespective of it all.Luke’s words echoed louder than the snapping twigs beneath my feet.“I reject this girl.”“I reject the weakness she carries.”I could already hear the whispers in the hall before I took off. Everyone's opinion on how Luke is so unlucky to have a fated mate like me, how it's so sad my father's only heir is a latent. They didn't have the right to say the words before, but after tonight's event it has literally been handed to them on a platter of gold.Even my father hadn’t lifted a finger to stop the mockery and giggles. His gaze had found me across the ballroom — cold, impassive. As if my shame confirmed something he believe

Tanya’s POVAt some point, I became indifferent to the bruises.By the end of my second week in Crimson territory, I’d learned this much: counting wounds only made them feel heavier. Better to bask in the victory of my survival instead. Waking up each dawn under the frayed blanket they grudgingly provided? Victory. Standing back up on my own two feet when Sera knocked me down? Victory. Catching Garrick’s punch on my forearm instead of my ribs? Small, but still victory.The others noticed. Not kindly. Not yet.But they noticed.Their contempt and disdain shifted slowly but steadily, into something colder, more watchful. Wolves understood persistence. Even the cruelest among them respected something that refused to die.Still, no one called me pack.Not even Dante, though his gaze was less cutting than the others. His instructions came blunt and without emotion, his critiques sharper, but he never struck harder than necessary. He corrected my form when I faltered, threw salves at my fee

Tanya’s POV The bruises faded slower than the stares. Days had passed since the pit fight, but the other pack members still watched me as if waiting for more proof I’d earned the place Tion had given although his expression said it was a bit grudgingly. Respect wasn’t granted with one victory. Not here. Here, respect bled from skin to dirt, earned inch by painful inch. Still, something had shifted. No more sneers. No more spit in my food or sharp “innocent” elbows at my side while they passed. Now, Garrick trained opposite me without protest, though his glare burned hotter than any wound he’d given. Sera didn’t smile when she knocked me down — not because she’d softened, but because cruelty wasted breath now. I was no longer easy prey. That made me… something else. Not pack yet. Not kin either. Not one of them. But seen. Dante watched me closer, too. Not just as Beta. As… what? A wary ally? A teacher who hadn’t expected the student to last this long? But I couldn't decide

Dante's POV The first time I saw Tanya in the training yard, I thought she looked so small and breakable.Not fragile like glass… glass shatters quickly. She looked like something thin and withering under pressure from years of facing storms alone, but still somehow standing. A tree whose bark had been stripped, yet refused to fall.She was awkward in her stance, shoulders hunched slightly as if expecting a blow from any direction, especially from my pack members. Her hands curled into loose fists that didn’t yet know how to strike. She flinched when Holt corrected her form. And yet… she never stopped trying.That was what made me pause.Most outsiders that wandered or were brought into Crimson territory never lasted a day even on the off chance that Tion gave them a choice to fight, much less a week. And certainly not someone like her… someone from a cushioned Alpha’s house who’d been cast aside like spoiled meat. I’d seen that story before. It didn’t end well.But Tanya wasn’t fold

Dante's POV There’s always a moment… a single moment when you realize you’ve crossed an invisible line that changed things on a major scale.Sometimes, it’s a word you didn’t mean to say.Other times, it’s a look you didn’t mean to give.For me, it happened the night Tanya told me about the rejection.It was late, and the training yard was empty.The torches along the perimeter burned low, casting a soft gold light over the packed dirt. Tanya was still there, working through footwork drills long after everyone else had gone. Her movements were slower than usual, more deliberate.“You’re going to wear a hole in the ground,” I said, leaning on the fence.She glanced over her shoulder, a faint smile on her lips. “Better the ground than my skull.”I stepped into the light. “What are you still doing out here by this time? You're supposed to be resting your body for tomorrow's training.”“ I'm just trying to get it right.” She switched to her other feet, her shadow cutting across the dim l