Semua Bab The omega mate who dared run: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Aria’s POV“Why aren’t you on the dance floor with your mate, Aria? Or did he finally realize what a waste you are?”That was the question that made my throat tighten and my glass tremble in my hand.The ballroom shimmered with candlelight and the clinking of glasses. “To us!” my father roared, lifting his champagne high. “To us!” the crowd echoed back, a flawless chorus of loyal wolves and polished guests.I stood alone by the marble pillar near the exit. No one toasted with me.Not that I expected otherwise.With every soft clink and laughter that echoed across the grand hall, I sank a little deeper into my own skin, invisible even in a silver satin gown that my father’s Beta insisted I wear. The only daughter of Alpha Morven—silent, out of place, and inconvenient.I raised my glass quietly and took a sip. It burned. Or maybe that was just my nerves.Couples floated to the center of the hall as the music shifted to a slow, sweeping waltz. Most were mated. Some were just eager to pre

Aria's POV;Are you drunk, Aria?” My father’s tone was sharp enough to draw blood. “No, Father. I’m sober.” My voice didn’t shake, though my heart threatened to. “I meant every word I said.” “You sound like a lunatic,” he snapped, jaw clenched tight. “Do you hear yourself?” “I heard Lucan, with Alpha Jared—plotting behind your back.” He laughed, a bitter sound that echoed off the walls. “So now you’re fabricating betrayal? To what end, Aria? More attention? Is that it?” I didn’t get the chance to defend myself before his hand lashed across my cheek. Pain flared where Lucan had already struck earlier. My knees hit the ground, but I didn’t cry out. I knew better than to give him the satisfaction. “You think throwing wild accusations will earn my approval?” he sneered. “You’ll earn nothing but shame.” He walked to the side table, picked up a glass of water, and hurled it in my face. “Wake up, girl. You’re a disgrace. Go clean yourself up—you look like something pulled out of the gutters.

Kael’s POV“She’s not what I expected, Alpha. You’ll want to see this for yourself.” That’s the first thing Rowan said to me tonight. No formalities, no elaborate briefing—just those exact words. Now here I am, standing on the edge of my balcony, watching the final rounds of combat play out under the moon’s crooked smile. The yard is alive with snarls, sweat, and steel. Warriors spar with bone-snapping precision, their wolves crouched low and feral in the dirt. We train at night—always have. It’s tradition. And in Nightwalker Pack, tradition isn’t just respected. It’s enforced. Reputation is our currency. Fear is the language we speak fluently. I down the last of my tequila, the bite of it hardly registering anymore. My eyes scan the perimeter of the training grounds, but they don’t land on what I’m looking for. Where the hell is Rowan? He left nearly an hour ago to respond to an intruder alert. The western border’s been acting up lately—rogues sniffing around, scouts from rival packs