A brutal rogue and vampire attack leaves the newly appointed Alpha Helios on the brink of death, his body rejecting every attempt to save him. When the eccentric pack healer reveals that only the Alpha’s fated mate can heal him, the entire pack is stunned, because Helios had claimed he had no mate. Timid yet determined, Starlight steps forward, shocking everyone with her ethereal beauty and the truth they refused to see. She gives her blood to save the mate who tormented her, only to fall into a coma herself. As Helios recovers, he is forced to confront the bond he tried to deny. Watching over Starlight, he realizes the unbearable truth. He doesn’t just need her to live; he craves her in ways he never imagined. His wolf, once cold and indifferent, now growls with possessiveness at the sight of her. But Starlight is no longer the weak omega he scorned. She awakens changed, stronger. And she is not so easily won. Determined to make him suffer as she once did, she flips their dynamic, forcing the proud Alpha to submit to her terms. No mate bond, no consummation, until she decides he’s earned it. For the first time in his life, Helios, the dominant Alpha, is at the mercy of the omega he once rejected. And he will do anything to make her his. This is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers werewolf romance where roles are reversed, and the strongest Alpha finds himself bowing before the mate he once discarded.
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I’d always dreamed of finding my mate. Not because I thought I deserved love, but because, for once, I wanted to feel like I belonged. That there was someone, just one person in this whole world, who would see me as more than the Moonlit Pack’s worthless runt. I should have known better. The moment I stepped into the grand hall for the Alpha’s coming-of-age ceremony, my heart clenched. A strange pull wrapped around me, tightening like an invisible chain, dragging me toward the one person I never wanted to be near. Helios. The son of the former Alpha. The strongest warrior in the pack. My tormentor. And now, my mate. I had no time to process the shock before his icy golden eyes locked onto mine. I shivered under the weight of his gaze, my breath hitching as his expression twisted into something ugly, disgust. “You?” His voice cut through the chatter in the room, laced with disbelief and simmering rage. The room fell silent. I felt every gaze turn toward me, felt the sneers and whispered insults before they even came. Helios took a step forward, towering over me. I wanted to shrink away, to disappear, but the mate bond held me captive, forcing me to stay rooted to the spot. For a second, just a fleeting second, I thought he might accept me. That fate, cruel as it was, wouldn’t make this my worst nightmare. Then he laughed. A cold, heartless sound that sent ice down my spine. “The Moon Goddess must have been drunk when she paired me with you.” He sneered, his voice through the mindlink dripping with venom. “An omega runt? Weak, useless, unworthy. You’re not even worth the effort it takes to reject you.” My breath hitched. The words stung, but I forced myself not to cry. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. He leaned in, his scent of burning cedarwood and steel overwhelming me. “Instead, I’ll just take another she-wolf. I’ll mark her, mate her, and let you break on your own.” His lips curled into a smirk. “That way, you’ll die quietly from the pain, and I won’t even have to lift a finger.” I gasped, my vision blurring. The bond between us trembled, screaming in protest at his words. My wolf whimpered, curling into herself, wounded beyond repair. Then to dispel the watching crowd he said out loud, "someone take this runt out of hear. She might suffocate from everyone's strong aura." The crowd burst into cruel laughter. I was nothing to them. Nothing to him. As Helios turned his back on me, walking toward a group of she-wolves already vying for his attention, something inside me shattered. Eighteen years of suffering. Eighteen years of being bullied, beaten, ridiculed. Eighteen years of Helios leading the charge in making my life a living hell. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms until I bled. If the Moon Goddess had made him my mate, then she had made the biggest mistake of her immortal life. Because if I had to suffer… Then so would he. I couldn't remember a time in this pack when I wasn't suffering. Maybe once, a long time ago, I was too young to understand hatred. Maybe when my mother still held me close and whispered that I was her little star, meant to shine no matter how dark the night. But that warmth was gone and all that remained was the cold, unrelenting cruelty of the Moonlit Pack. Flashback.... Eight Years Old I was running, my tiny legs ached, my lungs burned, but I knew that if I stopped, they would catch me. And they always caught me, anyway. I tripped over a tree root, landing hard on the dirt. Before I could scramble up, a hard fisted in my hair and yanked me up. "Where do you think you're going, runt?" A familiar voice sneered. Helios. The alpha's ten years old son. Even as a child, he was feared, strong, fast. He was the future alpha and he hated me more than anyone else. "Let me go, Helios!" I screamed whilst clawing at his hands. Laughter surrounded me. His friends, the future warriors of the pack, stood around us grinning. Helios shoved me down, pinning me under his weight. "You know the rules, Starlight. Omega's bow when they see their leaders and anyone stronger than them." I refused. Even back then, I still had some pride in me. So, he pressed my face into the mud. "If you won't bow, then you'll eat dirt!" I choked as soil filled my mouth, the bitter test burning my tongue. When he finally left me, I stumbled home, covered in bruises and humiliation. Yet no one helped me. No one ever did. ~~~~ Twelve Years Old I was in the kitchen scrubbing dishes and my hands were raw, my fingers were stiff from the icy water. "Faster omega!" The head cook snapped, dumping another pile of dishes into the sink. I bit my inner cheek and kept working. Complaining would earn me nothing but a brutal beating. The now fourteen years old Helios strolled in, flanked by his ever present group of followers. He leaned against the counter, watching me struggle with an amused smirk. "Still think you're too good to bow, runt?" He asked and I ignored him. Wrong move. Without warning, he grabbed the boiling pot of stew and tipped it over my hands. I screamed as an excruciating pain seared through my skin but no one moved to help me. Like always, they just laughed gleefully. "Clumsy runt." Helios sneered, shaking his head as if deeply disappointed. The scars never fully healed. ~~~~~ Sixteen Years Old My very first shift was approaching and I dared to hope. My parents were warriors who died protecting the alpha family. Maybe I wasn't weak. Maybe I wasn't useless. Maybe when I finally shifted, I would prove them wrong. But I was wrong , once again. The night I transformed for the first time, my wolf was small. Too small. An omega runt. Weak and pathetic. And Helios? He stood before the pack, laughing. "She's even more pathetic than we thought!" The other wolves howled in cruel amusement, jeering at me as I stood trembling in my new form. That was the night I realized something. It didn't matter how much I suffered. No one in this pack would ever see me as anything more than just a joke. I was nothing. And now? I was their alpha's mate. Fate is cruel but I was done being its victim!Star’s POVThe gardens had changed so much. Once, they were a tangle of wild vines and neglected fountains. Now, they bloomed in every color the mind could conjure, a testament to years of peace, nurtured by steady hands and hopeful hearts.I sat beneath the silverleaf tree, a thick book resting in my lap, though I hadn’t turned a page in some time. Instead, I watched. Two figures stood at the edge of the training grounds, bathed in the golden haze of late afternoon.Lyra moved like liquid light, a blade in each hand, her strikes swift and sure. Kaelen countered, laughing, parrying her every move with effortless grace. Their magic pulsed between them, visible now,mwoven into every step, every breath.I smiled. They were no longer children clinging to my skirts. They were warriors. Leaders. Legends in the making. "You look proud," Helios said, dropping down onto the bench beside me. His hair was dusted with gray at the temples now, and fine lines fanned from the corners of his golden ey
Star’s POVThe great plaza of Solis Magna had never held so many. From every corner of the realm, from snow-dusted northern steppes to the emerald coasts of the south, they came.Nobles in gleaming armor. Magi in embroidered robes. Merchants in bright silks. Hunters, warriors, healers, even wandering bards. The city was a living river of humanity, all converging for one reason: To witness the birth of a new era.I stood at the center of it all, the twins at my side, Helios at my back. Today wasn’t just about us. It was about what we symbolized: Survival. Unity. A future carved from the ashes of fear.The royal dais had been draped in banners of silver and indigo, the colors of hope and rebirth. At its heart sat the Twin Thrones, two smaller seats forged from moonstone and steel, twined together by veins of shimmering crystal.An artisan's masterpiece. A promise made manifest. The twins shifted beside me, sensing the importance of the moment even at their tender age. Little Elira clut
Star’s POVThe battlefield was silent. Not with the unnatural silence of fear, but with the heavy, reverent hush of mourning.The crows had come to feast, circling high above the smoldering ruins, but even they seemed hesitant to land.It felt as if the very earth was holding its breath.I stood at the edge of the palace gardens, what remained of them, cradling the twins in my arms. The price of our victory lay all around us. Not in broken stones. Not in burned fields.But in the faces missing from the crowd.Sir Caldus, the grizzled commander who had once sworn never to serve under a "mere omega," had fallen protecting the southern gate, his body found draped over a trio of young squires he had shielded from the cult's last brutal strike.Lady Meriva, my oldest advisor and secret mentor in court politics, had refused to leave the war room even as the ceiling collapsed around her. Her sharp tongue and sharper mind, silenced.And Lord Riven, Helios’ second-in-command, a warrior as fier
Star’s POVThe dawn rose blood-red over the battlefield. I staggered through the wreckage, every breath burning in my lungs, every muscle aching. Helios’ hand never left my back, steadying me, grounding me. But it wasn’t over. Not yet.Above the palace, the twin beams of light pulsed stronger, not fading, not weakening but building. Growing. Drawing every soul’s attention like a lodestar. The survivors turned, warriors, mages, servants, all of them lifting their heads, faces bathed in the radiant glow.Even the enemy’s corpses, corrupted and twisted, seemed to dissolve into dust under its touch. The world itself was changing. I knew I had to get to them. Ignoring the protests of my battered body, I ran, up the crumbling stone steps, through the shattered gates, until I burst into the palace.The halls were filled with light. And at the heart of it all, in the throne room, the twins stood. No longer fragile infants. Not quite children either. They hovered inches above the ground, tiny
Star’s POVThe night before the battle, the sky wept black rain. It fell in thick sheets against the palace windows, painting the world in shadows.The twins slept fitfully in their cribs, tiny fists clenching, soft whimpers escaping their lips. Even they could feel it, the tension tightening the air, the storm gathering beyond the horizon.I stood at the highest tower, my armor a second skin, my sword strapped to my back, celestial magic humming at my fingertips. Below me, the army gathered. Wolf warriors clad in dark steel. Mages with their staffs glowing faintly. Archers stringing arrows tipped with silver and starfire.Helios was already at the front, speaking to the troops. I could feel him through the bond, calm, steady, a blazing force holding the line. I closed my eyes and let my power rise. Tonight wasn’t just another skirmish. It was the first true war cry of an ancient enemy. And we would answer it.The cult came with the storm. They poured out of the forests like oil slick
Star’s POVThe first sign was so small, so easily missed, that it almost slipped through my fingers. A scout failed to report back on time, nothing unusual, given the chaos at our borders.But then another disappeared. And then a patrol found strange footprints at the edge of the northern woods: bootprints, human, but alongside them, the scorched marks of something... other.I tightened the palace defenses that night, weaving additional layers of celestial magic into the gates, the walls, even the air itself. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t dare. Because deep in my bones, the truth was already stirring: There was a traitor among us.Three days later, it struck. The twins were asleep in their nursery, the palace humming with low, wary energy. I was reviewing troop movements with Helios when the alarms screamed through the halls, a keening, unnatural sound that made every hair on my body rise.I sprinted, Helios at my heels, instincts howling. Bursting into the nursery, I found chaos. The head
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