LOGINNyra’s POVHis gaze flicked to me, and in that split second I saw it: he hadn’t been thinking of how vicious Vandwood could be. He’d been thinking of tradition. Of challenge. Of proving something. Not of me being hurt.Alpha Ethan seized that pause. “If you are choosing Nyra Moonchild to stand beside you for this challenge,” he said slowly, “then we will have to waive the strength test between both prospective Lunas.”I felt the room shift. Not relief. Disgust. The kind of disgust that pretended to be “fairness.”And I knew exactly what Ethan was doing.Even if we won everything else, the pack would still say Keiran deserved it more because he had a Luna who could stand in a fight. Because no one wanted a “weak Luna.” Because the idea of me in that role made them laugh.He was tilting the board. Not overtly. Not in a way anyone could accuse him of. But enough.My throat burned.I finally forced myself to speak, even though my voice came out thin. “You should choose someone els
Nyra’s POVAlpha Ethan’s frown deepened the way a storm thickened before it broke. So did Elara’s.The two of them looked at Ronan like he’d spoken in a language they didn’t recognise, like they’d expected arrogance, maybe rebellion, but not this. Not a claim that dragged an Omega into the centre of Vandwood’s traditions.“Here?” Alpha Ethan asked, voice clipped.Ronan didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he said. Then, as if he wanted the entire hall to hear the name and choke on it, he added, “Miss Nyra Moonchild.”And he pulled me closer. Not behind him. Not half-hidden. Closer.My stomach dropped so hard I felt it in my knees.The hall erupted.Some people laughed openly. Others murmured the way wolves did when they scented blood in the air, excited, offended, entertained. I heard a few words snap through the noise like whips.“Moonchild?” “An Omega?” “Elaine’s daughter?”Even Alpha Ethan’s mouth tightened, displeasure hardening into something like disbelief.“Son,” he began, and
Nyra’s POVRonan smiled at me like the whole room wasn’t full of wolves who had spent years practising cruelty.“Wow,” he said, playful, almost soft with it, like he was genuinely surprised by me.My throat tightened. I didn’t know what to do with a man like that, one who looked at me as if I was allowed to be seen.Then he stretched his hand towards me.“Come on,” he said. “Let’s dance.”I didn’t even get the chance to say no.He helped me up like it was the most natural thing in the world, like I hadn’t spent most of my life learning how to disappear. My cheeks burned the moment I stood, heat rushing to my face so fast I felt exposed. Ronan didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he did and simply didn’t care.He started walking me toward the dancefloor.And the room started to move around us.Not physically, no one stepped in our way, but the energy shifted. The murmurs rose, low and quick, like insects under leaves. Eyes tracked me. Eyes tracked him. I heard a voice somewhere behind a lau
Nyra’s POVFor a moment he just stared at me like I was a ghost. Like I wasn’t supposed to be standing here in silk and cream. Like the sight of me hurt him.I tried to move past him immediately, because there was no safe version of this conversation.But his hand shot out and closed around my wrist.Not rough. Not painful.Still, my body went rigid.“Nyra,” he said, voice tight. “Let’s talk in private, please.”My throat dried.I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady.“There is nothing to discuss, Alpha Keiran. I am not angry. And I have accepted things as they are.”His grip tightened just slightly, not in anger, more in desperation.“Please,” he breathed. “I… I can’t live without you. Once this thing is over and I win, I will announce our bond to everyone. I promise. Please don’t give up on me. Don’t give up on us.”For one second, the words almost worked.Not because I believed him, because I didn’t.But because some part of me still remembered what it felt like to be wanted.
Nyra’s POVShock and worry collided in my chest so hard I almost forgot how to breathe.Beta Malcom stood by the car like this was the most normal thing in the world, like an Alpha sending a car for an Omega wasn’t an announcement in itself. Like it didn’t feel like a spotlight was already swinging toward me.My mother’s smile was soft, almost amused, as if she’d just witnessed good manners instead of a threat wrapped in courtesy.“What a gentleman,” she said, and before I could even form a sentence, she looped her arm through mine and walked us to the car.She didn’t ask questions.Not one.That was what scared me most, how calm she was, how she held herself like she could already see the shape of tonight and had decided to face it head-on. Or maybe she simply refused to let me see her fear. My mother had always been good at that.I slid into the back seat like I was walking into a trap and pretending it was a party.Malcom drove us through Vandwood with the kind of quiet discipline
Nyra’s POVThe cream fabric caught the light like it had been made for candlelit halls and careful hands. The neckline was simple but elegant. The waist fitted in a way that made me look… grown. The skirt fell in soft folds that didn’t cling, didn’t beg, didn’t apologise.I looked like a woman.Not a servant.Not an outcast.Not an Omega who had spent her day in the garden with dirt under her nails and shame under her skin.My throat tightened so fast it felt like it might close.Because the girl in the mirror looked like she belonged somewhere warm.Somewhere safe.And I didn’t.The contrast hit like grief.My mother leaned in close, her voice a whisper meant only for me.“You look like a goddess, sweetheart.”The words landed too hard, too tender.My eyes stung instantly. I blinked fast, swallowing the feeling back down because she had worked too carefully on the make-up for me to ruin it with tears. My lashes trembled anyway.“You look beautiful too, Mother,” I managed.It was true.







