Semua Bab Shadows of the Omega: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The Bloodmoon Pack believed she was weak.They thought she wouldn’t last a day beyond their borders—that the wild would swallow her whole, that starvation would take her before any predator could.But they didn’t know what pain had taught her.They didn’t know how suffering had carved something relentless into her bones.Selene would not die in these woods.She would learn.She would adapt.And when she returned?She would not come as the Omega they abandoned.She would come as something else entirely.Selene hadn’t eaten in two days.The ache in her stomach had long since dulled into something deeper—a gnawing exhaustion that slowed her movements, blurred her vision, made every step feel heavier.She found water—a thin, icy stream cutting through the thick roots of ancient trees—and drank until the cold settled deep in her throat, giving her just enough strength to keep moving.The first real threat came that same night.A black-furred rogue, massive, scarred, with sharp yellow eyes

Selene had escaped the Bloodmoon Pack, but survival wasn’t enough.She had learned to fight, to track, to kill—but if she wanted true power, if she wanted to return and make them kneel, she needed more than just strength.She needed a pack of her own.But nothing came without a price.The Ashen Pack did not trust outsiders.They were wolves who had been exiled, abandoned, hunted, finding refuge in the forgotten edges of the land. They thrived in secrecy, surviving on the fringes of society, led by wolves who had never bowed to any Alpha.And when Selene stumbled into their territory, they didn’t welcome her—they threatened her.She smelled them first—not Bloodmoon, not rogue, but something between the two, something more primal, something entirely its own.Then came the warning.A low, rumbling growl that sent a cold whisper of danger through her bones.She turned sharply, locking eyes with Kael, a warrior with dark silver fur, scars lining his arms, his expression unreadable."You’re

The night was thick with the scent of burning sage and cedar, the smoke curling into the air, weaving between the bodies gathered beneath the towering shadows of the Ashen Pack’s sacred clearing.They had waited for this moment—for the rise of new leadership, for the solidification of a reign built in war, sacrifice, and survival.For Darius to claim his place as Alpha once more.And for Selene to stand beside him—not as his subordinate, but as his Luna, his equal.The ceremony was not a gentle affair.The Ashen Pack thrived on strength, on endurance, on proving dominance through action—not just words.And so, the Blood Oath was required.Selene stood before Darius at the center of the gathering, her stance unwavering, her gaze locked onto his.They were dressed in ceremonial robes—dark silver for him, deep charcoal black for her, embroidered with symbols of the ancient wolves who had ruled before them.Kael and Zaria stood as witnesses, each holding blades carved from obsidian, meant

Power was never just about strength.It was about influence, about expanding reach beyond borders, about creating alliances so deep that no enemy could ever hope to sever them.Selene and Darius had transformed the Ashen Pack from survivors into rulers.Now, they would make it a force recognized across the continent.Through careful negotiations, strategic partnerships, and unwavering dominance, Selene and Darius began forging bonds across territories—human and wolf alike.They secured trade agreements with major human enterprises, providing resources in exchange for economic power.The Black River Syndicate expanded their influence, granting the Ashen Pack lucrative financial backing.Landowners along the Eastern Ridge allowed them to establish new residences, pulling wolves out of the forests and into sustainable communities.International contacts emerged—leaders of distant packs hearing of their rise, some offering allegiance, others waiting to see if they could maintain their rul

Damien had ruled through dominance, through fear, through carefully woven alliances that ensured his grip on Bloodmoon remained unchallenged.But fear only worked until someone stronger arrived.And now?Selene was here to take everything he had built, leaving him with nothing but the bitter taste of his own failure.Selene wasn’t just going to cripple Damien’s authority—she was going to erase it entirely.The negotiations were set within the grand hall of Bloodmoon’s estate—the very room she had once been forced to scrub clean, the floors she had crawled across beneath the weight of their cruelty.Now, she sat at the head of the table, Darius beside her, while Damien stood at the opposite end, his posture rigid, his jaw locked tight.He thought he had options.He thought he could deny her, resist her, maneuver his way out.He was wrong.Selene leaned back in her seat, her presence effortless, commanding, exactly the way Damien had once sat in this very chair, staring down at her as i