Rejected. Burned. Left for dead. Thalia was nothing more than an omega in the shadows—until Catastrophy strikes their park and kills her mother. They label her as cursed and reduce her to a slave. The first daughter of the Alpha king. Her mated Alpha whom she loved publicly rejected her and chose her sister as his Luna. Her father ordered Thalia’s execution by death in the flames. They thought the fire would consume her. But the fire doesn’t kill a phoenix. It awakens her. Now, Thalia has returned—reborn with power no pack has ever seen, cloaked in mystery, chosen by the moon goddess and bound to a darkness that answers only to her. She’s not back for love. She’s back for vengeance, revenge. But when fate ties her to the Lycan prince with secrets of his own, she is armed with power and authority. She could choose to go solo and destroy everything in her path as she returns to Greenwood Park for revenge or she could give herself to this new found burning desire that could destroy her. Thalia is here to stay and no mated Alpha can take what rightfully belongs to her. Not when the moon goddess has not ordained it.
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I felt the watchful gaze of the park members as I stepped forward. The air shimmered with anticipation as the full moon rose over Greenwood Park. The central clearing, normally used for council meetings and celebrations, had been transformed for the annual Mating Ceremony. This year I've been picked by the Moon goddess to meet my fated mate. My wolf growled happily just at the thought of him. Lanterns floated on invisible strings, golden petals danced in the air, and every unmated wolf stood in formation under the watchful gaze of the Moon Goddess wishing it was their mating ceremony. I stood at the edge of the crowd. As always, alone. Hidden behind the elite warriors, my sister seraphina, and the beautifully adorned she-wolves in silks and gemstones. I wore nothing but patched linen, my feet were bare, and my auburn curls tangled. I had prepared a very beautiful gown for this special event. I wanted to meet my mate dressed in red flowing silk made by my hand. I was shocked to find it torn to shreds this morning so I had no other choice but to put on my rags I called clothing. I didn't belong here, but i had to be here. I was the alpha first daughter after all and an omega, or should I say, slave. I turned twenty today. I have waited all my life for this moment. The year the Moon Goddess would reveal my mate. The fated bond. Hope flickered quietly in my chest, small and desperate. Maybe this is my moment. My chance to escape the title I was born into; the Omega. The one blamed for her mother’s death. The cursed one. The forgotten one. Please, i whispered silently, eyes fixed on the moon. Please give me someone. Just one person who won’t see me as a stain on this pack. Just one person that would be proud of me and love me instead of treating me like a mere slave. The High Priestess stepped forward, arms raised to the sky. “The Moon shines on us tonight,” she proclaimed. “Let Her light reveal what fate has woven.” A hush swept across the crowd. Wolves began to shift, hearts racing, eyes glowing. The pull of the mating bond stirred. My wolf jumped up inside me, pacing, alert. Then suddenly, it hit me. A sweet smell of wood and honey caught my nose. It was the nicest thing I had ever smelt. Addictive even. A jolt of electricity shot through my spine, heat bloomed in my chest. Angel stood still. Watching, waiting. She could smell it. He is here. My gaze swept the crowd until it landed on one figure at the front, tall, broad-shouldered, with tousled dark blond hair and sharp emerald eyes. Cane. The future Alpha of Greenwood Park. My father's prodigy. He was the council head son and my sister’s longtime obsession. He stared directly at me and my heart skipped. The connection was undeniable. I could feel it down to my bones, the bond tugging at me, calling me forward. The crowd began to murmur. I stepped forward, trembling. My knees could barely hold my weight as I crossed the space to meet him, eyes locked with his. For the first time in years, people actually noticed me. They parted, staring in shock. And there I was standing before him. The moment held like glass. I could only whisper, trying not to ruin the moment. “You feel it,” Cane’s jaw clenched. His hands fisted at his sides. “No.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” “I said no,” he growled, louder now. “I reject you, Thalia, Omega of Greenwood Park, as my mate.” The clearing fell into stunned silence. His words sliced through me like a knife In my gut. My wolf whimpered, recoiled, and howled in agony inside her mind. I stumbled back, my vision blurring with tears. “But....we’re mates. The bond....” “I would rather die than be tied to you,” Cane's spat, loud enough for the entire pack to hear. “You’re a disgrace. Cursed. A pathetic excuse for a she-wolf.” Laughter rang out. I bit my lower lip bitterly. He shared their views. He couldn't defend me. I have been rejected. The reality hit me like a wave. I had no safe haven. I was their subject of mockery. “Is this a joke?” someone sneered. “The Moon Goddess must be losing Her mind.” “She actually thought she was worthy of an Alpha?” My legs gave out and I fell to my knees, the pain of the rejection crashing over me like a tidal wave. My chest felt like it was being ripped open. Then, the final blow— Seraphina stepped forward. My sister. Beautiful, smug, and shining in crimson silk. She sauntered past me like she was stepping over dirt and wrapped her arms around Cane’s arm. “She might be your fated mate,” Seraphina purred, “But you can agree that I am better for you.” Cane smiled and kissed Seraphina in front of everyone. The crowd roared with approval. I curled into myself, nausea rising in my throat. My lungs screamed for air. No one helped me. My father, stood proudly beside Seraphina. The elders, whispered that I was cursed. The pack, always wanted me gone. I was alone, as always. My wolf was silent. She was curled up in one corner in agony. When I finally found the strength to move, my hands were scraped and bleeding. My eyes stung but I didn’t cry. I walked, slowly, deliberately out of the clearing. No one stopped me. No one called my name. I had never mattered to them. I made it to the river before my knees gave way. The cold night air tore into my skin, but I barely noticed. By the river, my reflection stared back. Faded green eyes, gaunt cheeks, a faint scar just above my right brow. The scar i earned the day my mother died to protect me. I was just a child when the ambush happened. I was just sixteen. My training wasn't enough. I screamed, clawed, begged the masked men to leave my mother alone. They didn't. I ran only because my mother made me. Only because I made her a promise to survive. I promised to avenge her death. But right now I was nothing. i have given the Moon Goddess everything I had. My faith, my patience, my heart and still, the bond had been thrown back in my face like garbage. I Looked up at the dark sky and screamed. “I’m done!” “You hear me? I’m done waiting. Done begging. Done hoping.” The wind stirred, brushing my skin like a caress. My mind was made up. I'm done being treated like trash. ⚜️ Later that night, while the rest of the pack celebrated Cane and Seraphina’s pairing, I sat in my cold room, packing what little I had into a torn satchel. "Thalia!" My father's voice boomed from the hall. I could hear it quite clearly because I lived in the servant quarters just beside the hall. "Yes father?" i replied as I stood up to meet him "We have guests, serve them" He commanded but I just stood still at my spot. Defying his instructions in the presence of the whole park. Seraphina frowned. "Are you deaf?" she asked but I just went over to where she was seated at the dinning table and gave her a dirty slap. Everyone gasped. "That's for stealing my mate!" I landed another one before she could recover "That's for turning me to your slave" I gave her the final slap "This is a warning to everyone, not to ever cross paths with me". "Thalia!" My father screamed. My mate growled. I Ignored them and walked away from the hall. "Lock her up" he commanded the guards. I went back to my room at the servants quarters and picked my things. I tried to leave but I was arrested by the guards and put in chains. This isn't going to be over as fast as I thought.Thalia’s POV The moment my foot crossed the threshold into the witches’ land, I noticed something shift. It wasn’t just the weight of the forest air pressing against my lungs. Or the way the wind abruptly stopped—it was the silence. Dead silence. The kind that presses against your chest like a warning. As if the land itself was holding its breath. With each step I felt suppressed.... I took a few more steps, cautious. My boots sank slightly into the damp earth. The trees were older here, gnarled and twisted like they had grown drunk on centuries of secrets. Their branches curved like claws, tangled together in an eternal whisper of magic and malice. The forest was haunting but I held my breath and moved on. Regretting all my life choices and wishing I remained in the direlands. That was when the ground gave way beneath me. One second, solid earth and the next— Emptiness. I gasped, arms flailing, as the forest floor swallowed me whole. I fell fast, going deeper and
Thalia’s POV The river waited for me like a beast holding its breath. It was stretched wide and endless, cloaked in silver mist and shadows that moved too slowly with the wind. Rocks jutted from the banks like broken teeth, and the water beneath was dark. Not clear. Not blue, Just…dark. The kind of dark that felt sentient. The Devil’s Cleft. That’s what Rorik called it. He mentioned that the river was cursed. It held strange creatures and danger seemed to make it his abode. No one crosses and lives to speak of it. Witches ruled the lands beyond it, and the river itself obeyed no kingdom. But I had no choice. I stepped closer, until the icy spray kissed my face. I could still feel the echo of that presence, the silent watcher who had followed me before the Direlands… and now again. It wasn’t hostile. But it wasn’t gone. By now I was beginning to grow wary of this persistent presence. I didn't know if it was for my good or if it was evil. I decided to ignore it. I took a
Thalia’s POV I had just crossed to the other side. It was the popular rouge woods. A place crawling with lawless wolves of the sorts. Rejected, banished and some hiding for their lives....like me. The mist clung to my skin like memory. I remembered every minute I spent in the direlands—the pains, the trainings and my family. But now I must bury those memories deep within me. I must never mention that place until they needed me. My cloak shimmered as I moved then I remembered how I got it. The night before the solemn gathering to send me off. Agalaya came into my room with a cloak in her hands and woke me up gently. "This is my final gift to you." She said in hushed tones. "This will hide your scent, your power, your presence. But not your choices," she said, her voice low. “And I have an advice for you. Do not let your flame burn too brightly. Not yet. Many dangers awaits you. Many wars that you're not ready for yet.” I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight, as if wrapped
Cane's Pov After the coronation Before the wedding I was in the garden—Thaila's favorite place in the palace—thinking about her. We didn't get to spend much time together before she was sentenced to die by the fire but I was wondering what knowing her would be like and my wolf kyle was beating me up about rejecting her as usual. He always saw something special in her long before I could smell her scent. Since we were children. Long before she became my mate. While the world scorned her, called her names and rejected her my wolf always defended her. He would growl and snap at anyone who called her cursed in my presence and I always tried to stop him because the whole park has concluded that she was responsible for the death of our favorite Luna and I as the Alpha king prodigy cannot be found thinking differently. I had just gotten away from seraphina who was trying to make advances towards me. “Seraphina hold yourself. I will mark you on my wedding night.” I said to her and
The wedding day came fast enough and i couldn't have wanted it any different. It was going to be a grand and royal celebration—royals and elders from all over the king are to attend—and were reeling with Joy. "How do I look?" I asked my best friend for the twentieth time and she smiled sweetly and replied that I was the most beautiful bride she had ever seen. I wanted everything to go smoothly. I ordered the finest silk, ornaments and food money could buy. I didn't had to but I put in extra efforts to impress cane. Cane has not become himself since the coronation. Infact it didn't get better between us, things got worse. The last time i complained to my father he shrugged it off and said only I can make him love me—and he was right—he can't force a full grown man like can to love me. It's all in my hands now. I adjusted my veil as I left the room. We only had this wedding to go through and he'll be all mine—bound by the mates bond and by law. Speaking of the mates bond....
The dawn was still a fragile thing. It was half light, half silver. I stood at the heart of the Direlands, surrounded by towering ancient stones and the low murmur of wolves gathering in quiet reverence. The air hung heavy with both weight and promise. Today, I would leave this hidden realm—this sanctuary that had become my unexpected home—and step into a world that neither knew me nor forgave. The Direwolves stood in solemn formation, each tribe present: Air, Water, Earth, Fire… even the elusive Shadow Wolves and the seers had appeared, their presence cloaked in darkness but no less powerful. I could feel the earth beneath my feet pulse faintly with elemental energy, and it resonated deep within my bones. At the center stood Agalaya, regal as ever, her long robes shifting with the wind. Beside her, was the council of elders. They were solemn and quiet just like the day they welcomed me into their camp. Their eyes met mine—some proud, some concerned, all heavy with hope. Agalaya
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