Semua Bab The Alpha's Omega: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I let loose a tense sigh and straightened my posture. Words quiver through my lips. ''Jace Weston. I am Omega Ava Rose. As custom, I am here to request your family's pardon and blessing with this gift.'' Head low, I hand him the carefully wrapped package, ensuring to not meet his gaze. ''May the Moon goddess bless your path.''My voice begins to shake, and I place an unsteady hand to my chest in an attempt to ease my growing anxiety. A hand places itself on my shoulder. My gaze pulls to the reflection of the woman behind me.''That was good.'' My mother comfortingly replies. ''A little shaken, but it'll do.'' A hint of dismay colors her tone, furthering my worries. My fist clenches, turning my notes into a tight ball. Fearful thoughts begin to bubble to the surface and churns my stomach into knots.Months of preparation had led to this crucial day, and yet I can't seem to bring myself to remain calm. I feel so- vulnerable and unprepared. Despite its simplicity, the Mating ceremony is o

AVA R.-*-The journey to the village is quiet, the rhythmic crunch of my steps the only sound accompanying me. Just ahead, the cobbled roads emerge from the mist, marking the end of my long trek. Nestled far from the relentless hum of city life, the town is an ideal sanctuary—a place where werewolves can vanish into the crowd, their existence masked by the mundane. A perfect execution of "hiding in plain sight," if what I've read is to be believed.As I near the village's edge, an unsettling realization grips me—I haven't planned this far ahead. Armed only with a basket of spare clothes, I still lack the most crucial thing: a place to hide. Strolling into the main roads would make me far too easy to spot by a Human. But crossing paths with one of my own? That's even riskier. Most of them are brimming with barely-contained tension, eager to stake their claim—whether it's for the coveted title of Luna or, for the males, the opportunity to prey on heartbroken, desperate she-wolves.An Om

Pain greets me the moment I wake.It slithers through my body like molten lead, my muscles numb yet aching, screaming in protest at even the smallest movement. Just the thought of shifting sends a fresh wave of agony rippling through me, pinning me to my back. A high-pitched ringing buzzes in my ears, drowning out all else.I crack my eyes open, only to be assaulted by an unforgiving brightness. The light stabs into my pupils with ruthless intensity, forcing me to squint against the onslaught. My senses take their time settling. The resinous scent of pine sap lingers in the air, mingling with something sharper-acrid.Smoke.My heart lurches. I jolt upright, ignoring the fiery protest of my limbs, and take in my surroundings.I'm in a bedroom.A massive king-size bed cradles me, its velvet sheets whispering against my skin. The frame glows subtly under the flickering light of a fire, golden accents catching in the dimness. The chimney itself is a stark contrast-deep obsidian brick that

My fingers curl against my chest, pressing down as if to steady the erratic rhythm beneath. It started with the sharp crash of glass shattering against the floor—a violent, jagged sound that ripped through the air like a blade. Then, the silence stretched, hanging precariously before it crumbled beneath the weight of raised voices.The shouts—low, guttural, seething—reverberate through the mansion, bouncing off the walls like an unforgiving echo.I try to focus on the present. On the dining table where I sit, waiting as Alexandra instructed. She should’ve joined me by now. But instead, she lingers, her brows drawn together in a deep, pensive furrow.She hasn't spoken much—just a quiet, rhythmic sigh, her thumbs endlessly twirling over one another as her gaze remains locked toward the hallway.Perhaps she is waiting for someone?Above us, the chaos abruptly halts. A silence thicker than before settles in its place, heavy and unnatural.My breath catches.A strange sensation—something fo

My eyes widen in awe at the explosion of colors surrounding me. A breathless squeak escapes my lips, energy crackling through my veins like wildfire.Cade chuckles, his shoulders shaking with deep laughter. “I take that as a sign you like it here.”“Like it!?” I jump in place, my heart swelling with bliss. “Cade, this is gorgeous!”Truth is, I’ve always dreamed of visiting a garden like this. Since childhood, I’ve been enamored with nature—its raw beauty, endless variety, and unmatched strength. Though mysterious, it has always been a source of comfort, an escape from the harsh, unforgiving laws of the werewolf world. I shove the thoughts away, refusing to let the past drag me back into its suffocating grip. Those shadows have no place here—not now.Lowering to my knees, I carefully slip my fingers between the thorns of a honey-colored rose, drawing it closer to my face. I inhale deeply, savoring its sweet, sugary scent.“Who’s the gardener?” I ask, turning to Cade.He rubs the back of