Semua Bab The Omega Rises: The Alphas True Born: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Alyssa’s POV“I take you as mine.”Levi stands tall, and handsome in his ceremonial robes, his golden hair catching the glow of the torches that line the hall.His words ring through the grand hall, his voice strong, unwavering. Conviction bleeding from every syllable.I feel the rip in my chest deepens.His grip on Mira’s hand is firm as he takes the sacred mating ties and wraps them around her wrist.My Levi.The man who has always whispered promises into my ear under the cover of darkness.The man who has held me as if I were his world.And yet—here he is. Binding himself to another.I should have expected this.It was forbidden from the start.I am an omega.A stray with no place in the Moonborn Pack.A nobody they took in out of pity. And Levi—Levi is the Alpha’s son. The future of this pack. Mira is the heir to the Raven Pack, her bloodline pure, her worth undeniable.This was always meant to happen.Still, it doesn’t make the pain any less unreal.I stand among the servants, my

Alyssa’s POVHe is strong, and fast. His reflexes catching me off guard.I am not in the mood for someone to make me feel weak. Not tonight.Heat flares inside me—anger, rage—like nothing I’ve ever felt before.A sudden strength surges through me, feral and untamed.Before I can think, I tear my arm from his grip, spin around, and shove him hard.He stumbles back.His expression shifts—surprise flickering through his golden eyes before something darker replaces it."How dare you touch me?" I snarl, my whole body burning.I feel... different.My blood hums with something new, something powerful.My muscles tense, my body taut, as if something deep inside me is awakening for the first time.The stranger watches me carefully."Do you even know where you are?" he asks, his tone harsher now.I look around, my chest rising and falling with quick uneven breaths.This part of the forest is unfamiliar.Unforgiving.Nothing looks the same.Panic tightens around my ribs."What pack are you from?

Alyssa’s POVThe moon hangs high, silver light spilling through the trees, casting shadows that dance around us. The scent of pine, damp earth, and him fills the air, wrapping around me like a memory I can’t escape. I should stop this. I should push him away, remind myself of everything he’s done. But the second Levi’s lips crash against mine, every thought vanishes. His kiss is fire—consuming, urgent, and impossible to resist. My fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath my palms. I know this body. It knows me. Every touch, every caress—it’s instinct, a rhythm we’ve always shared. He has always had this power over me, and I hate how easily I give in. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, his heat sinking into my skin. His touch is firm, knowing, like he’s reclaiming something he never truly lost. I gasp into his mouth, my body betraying me. “What are you doing, Levi?” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaky, breathless. “I miss

Alyssa’s POVThe cold air stings at my skin like a thousand paper cuts, each gust slicing into me as if to remind me that I’m still alive. I gasp for breath, the chill scraping my lungs raw. My body feels heavy, my limbs stiff, and my head pounds like I’ve been crushed under a mountain. My eyes flutter open slowly. The sky is a soft grey-blue, dawn breaking just over the horizon. The fire crackles nearby, the scent of smoke drifting in the air. My body aches, but I can feel my wolf working overtime—healing me, holding me together. Where am I? I blink hard, trying to piece it together. Did they take me back? Am I in Moonborn again? Is this it? Are they waiting to execute me? Is this my punishment? I lift my face just enough to see a figure crouched near the fire. Something about her posture is familiar. Something about the way she moves. "Mira?" My voice is hoarse. I barely recognize it. She turns. "It is Alyssa," she says, her voice flat, unreadable. "How are you feeli

Alyssa’s POV It’s been days now—maybe three, maybe more. The trees blur together, and I’ve lost track of time. I walk behind him—always a few feet away—close enough to follow, far enough to pretend I’m not. Zev doesn’t talk much anymore. Not like before. He used to make little sarcastic remarks and throw in dry humor even when I didn’t laugh. Now he’s quiet. His mouth barely moves. His golden eyes are always staring off into the distance, seeing something I can’t. Like he is reliving his own troubles. He walks like a soldier, always alert, always listening. His back stays straight, but his shoulders are tense. Like the weight of the world is pressing on them. Like he's waiting for something—or someone—to strike. I wonder what made him a rogue. Everyone has a story. And most of those stories don’t end well. So what’s his? I pick up the pace and jog a little until I’m beside him. “So… how did you end up being a rogue?” He doesn’t answer. I gla