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This story contains mature themes, graphic descriptions, and intense situations that may be disturbing or triggering for some readers. Characters experience physical and mental harm, including but not limited to:
- Emotional manipulation and coercion
- Threats of violence and harm
- Physical and psychological distress
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NOTICE FOR READERS~
This story deviates from traditional Werewolf Omegaverse tropes and explores a unique world with its own hierarchy, rules, and dynamics. If you're accustomed to typical Omegaverse narratives, be prepared for differences in:
- World-building: The story's universe may not adhere to conventional structures or mythologies.
- Hierarchy and Social Dynamics: The pack dynamics, roles, and power structures may differ from what you're familiar with.
- Rules and Mechanics: The supernatural elements and rules governing the world may be distinct from traditional Omegaverse stories.
This narrative offers a fresh take on the genre, but it may not satisfy expectations rooted in traditional Omegaverse stories. Reader discretion and adaptability are advised.
Proceed with reading if you're open to exploring a unique interpretation of the Werewolf Omegaverse.
LYDRIAN MARSH PACK’S HIERARCHY
Alpha: the pack’s king. He has the final say and makes the decision.
Elders: council of the wise. Four males and a female, who had exceeded the age of 70, fought countless battles and had already lost their wolves or were weak. They’re highly respected by the Alpha and all the pack’s members. They are responsible for advising and guiding the Alpha to peacefully coordinate the pack’s affairs.
Luna: the queen. Responsible for approving the marriage and performing its ritual. She chooses the wedding date, and seasons, and blesses the union.
Ultima: Descendant of a lost family. The holder’s wolf is the mighties. Legend said they're more powerful than the Alpha, but the last one existed a thousand years ago. The title holder has the power to control all the wolves and Alpha in the universe.
Hierus: the pack’s Priest. Responsible for consulting the moon goddess and speaking with the ancestor. He’s the only person who can lead the Alpha and Grandluna into the sacred room.
Grand Luna: mostly Alpha’s mother with a pure soul. Chosen by the former one and heavenly blessed by the moon goddess. Responsible for sacrifices to appease the moon goddess and ancestors. Hold the secret to meet with the moon goddess, but it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She holds the ultimate power to summon the moon goddess and can choose her descendant.
Beta: second-in-commander to the Alpha. Enforce the law during Alpha’s absence.
Gamma: the book keeper. Enforces pack rules and supports the Alpha.
Diadochos: the crown prince. Mostly the Alpha’s first son. They’re born with a secret mark on their body, signifying the ancestors are pleased with them and their reign will bring happiness and prosperity to the pack. Only the Alpha, Priest, and GrandLuna can see the mark with the usage of their magic power
Zeta: The war general. Takes direct orders from the Alpha in case of a war. Responsible for training and recruiting new warriors and also chooses the Pack’s Assassins.
Assassins: Spies for the Alpha, Beta, and Zeta. They swore their life and pledged their loyalty to them. Responsible for carrying out secret missions for the Alpha and killing any rogues waging war. They take orders from the Alpha and Beta through Zeta. Betraying the Alpha is treason, and the penalty is death.
Etas: the pack’s warrior. Follows the Zeta to the war. They are less concerned about Alpha’s orders, they collected orders directly from Zeta. 628 in total.
Deltas: the pack’s messengers. Could be either a male or female. They risk their lives to deliver peaceful messages and war letters to other packs and are responsible for searching for the Allies during the war. For any crime they commit, they would be wiped off their position, and become an Omega while their family will be chased out of the pack to become Rogues.
Thetas: the pack healers. Husband and wife. They’re trained health physicians responsible for caring for the pack’s members, excluding Omegas.
Kappa: a male believed to be wise and strong enough to venture into the dangerous forests. He wanders around the universe in search of weapons for the warriors and scarce herbs for healers. Responsible for choosing his Lambda and deciding the gender he wants.
Lambda: a male and female. Venture around with the Kappa.
Sigma: scholars. Responsible for tutoring the royal children and other high-ranking children from the pack.
Phis: Females. The royal pup watchers.
Psis: non-ranked members of the pack.
Omegas: slaves. Maltreat. No one respects them, and anyone can hire them to work at home or on farms. They must respect other pack members regardless of their status and age.
Desdemona slowly opened her eyes till they fully opened. She tried to lift her head from the bed, but felt a slight pain in her neck. “Ouch!” She sounded in discomfort and quickly relaxed her head back on the bed.After a minute, she gradually lifted her head and sat up on the bed.She yawned and brushed her hand through her face. “Where am I?” She wondered, looking around the room.A thought passed through her mind, making her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fear. “Am I?” She phrased, unable to complete her statement out of fear.She jolted her head in opposition. “No! No! It can't be! I can't be reincarnated!” She yelled.She quickly moved to the bed's edge, wanting to stand on her feet, but she felt pain as she put her feet on the floor and she quickly went back.Desdemona accepted she has been reincarnated, but the thought of being destined to live a miserable life like her previous life made tears flooded out of her eyes.She felt pains in her head, making her cage her he
Martius placed an herb pot on the fire and sat on a wood beside it.A minute later, his body vibrated, alarming him about a bad thing that had happened.“What's going on?”He tried to think about what happened for a minute and his mind went to Arram. “Did something happen to my lord?”The clouds turned dark, and a tornado appeared.The reaper walked out of the tornado and walked into the hut.“What's going on?” He raised a rhetorical question, keeping his mouth densely ajar till the reaper took Arram's soul and walked out of the hut.Martius wanted to stop the reaper. He took three steps towards him, but paused and watched the reaper walk back to the tornado and disappear.“I need to do something…” he thought. He bit the left side of his lower lip for a few seconds.He concluded and quickly stretched out his left hand. He drew a sign on his palm and closed his palm.“The incantation.” He chanted some incantation and opened his palm.He moved his palm to his mouth to blow it to blow, b
“What?!” Martius’s eyes widened, watching the sword struggle to penetrate Desdemona’s chest to no avail.“What’s wrong?”He quickly stretched out his left hand and used his index finger to draw a spell on it. He stared deeply into his palm for a few seconds and saw Arram’s tear falling into Desdemona's mouth.He took a step backward, shocked. “She is in possession of my lord’s relic?” He let out in disbelief.He stared at Arram’s face. “Why are you going this far for her?” He queried.He resorted his gaze back at Desdemona. “Since I can’t harm you without my lord getting hurt, I will wait until you wake up and then, I will kill you.” He vowed.******{An hour later}Arram gradually opened his eyes and looking at his side to see Desdemona lying beside him, he instantly figured out he was still in his hideout.He raised his head and sat up on the bed. He felt a slight pain in his head, and he held his forehead, frowning his face in discomfort.Remembering the reaper had taken Desdemona’
Arram entered the hut, holding a bowl of hot water in his hands and a towel hung on his shoulder. He put the water down beside the bed, where Desdemona had been lying unconscious for a week.After he brought her to his hideout- a hut built in the middle of a thick forest, he sacrificed a lot to bring her down from the heaven and earth bridge, but she hasn’t opened her eyes yet.He has used many herbs to heal her internal wounds but none worked. Arram sat on the bed’s edge and wiped the sweat on Desdemona’s forehead.He sat beside her on the bed and fixed his eyes on her peeled lips. “I don’t mind paying with everything I have, I will protect you…”He drew the water bowl closer and dug the towel into it, but quickly took his hands out because it was too hot.He blew air on his hand and quickly went outside to get water from the pot.He came back and met her gasping. “What happened?!”He rushed to her side and scanned her from head to toe, trying to detect why she was like that, but he
“All I ever want is to lay the curse on my damn mate and end this miserable life.” He shook his head and shrugged. “Then, I shall act upon your wish,” he said, taking a step back. He stood tall, his white embroidered doublet and fitted hose gleaming in the light, a silver cloak with ermine fur trim flowing behind him. A golden circlet rested on his shoulder, a subtle reminder of his noble status.He pointed a finger at her, and a shimmering thread appeared between them, its delicate strand glowing softly in the air. As he tightened his grip, the thread seemed to take on a life of its own, pulsing with an otherworldly energy.He hung his left hand behind him, bringing his fingers to his lips as he closed his eyes and whispered a spell. “Nipa ẹjẹ, iṣọn, ati agbara omi ti nṣàn, jẹ ki okùn yi di, ṣiṣẹ okunkun si alabaṣepọ rẹ ti o ni alẹ lalẹ.”His eyes snapped open, and with a swift motion, he jabbed his finger at her, the thread piercing her chest and vanishing into her body. “Oh!” She
“Oh!” Izzy moaned as her eyes opened, her gaze bleary with the remnants of unconsciousness. She lay on the cold floor, her face covered with dried blood. The morning’s torment had left her broken and unconscious, yet they left her, knowing she’d awaken with the dawn’s demise—as always.Her face was a mess of scars and scabs, old wounds that healed into thick, jagged lines, and new ones that still oozed and stung. Her skin was dirty, her cheeks smeared with grime, and her clothes were nothing but tattered rags.It was like her body always fought itself, healing up old wounds and seemed to beg for new ones. Every morning, she’d wake up to find some of the damage had fixed itself—like her body was just preparing for the next beating.With a slow, agonized roll, she turned onto her back, her battered body aching in protest. She lay there, staring up at the sky with a desperate intensity, her eyes burning with tears. “Moon goddess... You up there?” She whispered, her voice a mere breath.







