All Chapters of Omega Luna Left, Alpha Went Crazy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

My fiancé is Marcus, Alpha of the Stormfang Pack. Before our mating ceremony, his mother cornered me in the pack house kitchen. "As a common Omega, you clearly don't understand proper pack etiquette." Her manicured nails tapped against the marble countertop. "You'll attend a specialized training academy. Learn how to be a proper Alpha's mate."The way she said "proper" made my skin crawl.But this place wasn't an etiquette academy at all. It was pure hell on earth.Every morning before dawn, shrill whistles would pierce the darkness like ice picks to the skull. Then came the brutal physical training that pushed us beyond our limits. Show weakness, and the silver-tipped whips would sing through the air without mercy.The "submission conditioning" classes were even worse. They'd strap us to metal chairs and force twisted ideologies into our heads. "Females must be obedient." "Alphas can have multiple partners, and as their mate you should support this." "Your pain doesn't matter—only

I didn't want this Luna position anymore.His reply came almost instantly:"Stop being dramatic, Sylvia. Tonight I'm taking you to meet my parents to discuss our mating ceremony details. Be good."His tone carried undisguised impatience and superiority. No awareness of how wrong he was. Still thinking I'd come running back the moment he beckoned like a well-trained dog.I didn't reply. Instead, I followed the address on his note to find that elegantly decorated but unfamiliar house.I needed to find my mother's ring. It was the only thing I cared about now—hoping it was still among the things he'd packed up and hadn't been thrown away like everything else.The moment I pushed open the door, warm yellow light should have felt welcoming. Instead, it made my blood run cold.The entire living room wall featured a walnut bookcase—exactly the "dream bookcase" Victoria had posted about on social media last week. Even the brass bookends were identical to the ones she'd circled in red hearts.O

"Turn it off!" someone shouted from the audience.But the video continued relentlessly.When electric current surged through my entire body, my spine arched high, the metal frame clanging sharply from my violent struggles. Blood vessels bulged under my blackened skin. My convulsing limbs pulled the chains taut. Incomprehensible whimpers escaped my throat.The camera zoomed in on my face during the electrocution—showing every detail of my agony, every tear, every moment of suffering that Marcus had paid for.Firelight reflected on the instructors' expressionless faces while monitor screens cast my twisted shadow on blood-stained stone walls.Speakers in the soundproof room endlessly looped their mantras: "A woman's value lies in obedience." "Resistance is the ugliest original sin." "Submit or suffer."When the instructor pressed the electric shock button for the final time, my body crashed heavily against the metal frame. Whip marks and electrical burns crisscrossed my back like dark re

"I did this," he whispered to the empty car. "I did this to her."It was him. He had personally pushed me into hell. He had tacitly allowed all of this to happen. He had turned a blind eye to my suffering!Six years of memories between us flashed through his mind like movie scenes playing in fast forward.The way I used to wait up for him when he worked late, falling asleep on the couch with a book in my lap. How I'd make his favorite coffee every morning without him ever asking. The countless times I'd defended him to others when they criticized his decisions.All those details of my silent devotion that he'd deliberately ignored. All those moments when I looked at him with pure love shining in my eyes. All the companionship and encouragement I'd given him during his "downfall," never leaving his side...He remembered how I'd worked four jobs to pay for his fake surgery. How I'd given him my last dollar for his "medication." How I'd held him when he pretended to have nightmares about

Marcus's expression froze like he'd been slapped. His phone fell from nerveless fingers, clattering on the pavement. He lurched forward and grabbed my shoulders, his grip almost painful:"It's not too late, Sylvia! Please, it can't be too late." His voice cracked with desperation. "Let's go back now. No one can stop us anymore. We'll become mates and honeymoon in the Northern Territories just like you always wanted. Let me make it up to you, please? I really can't live without you!"His voice broke on the last words, and I saw tears gathering in his eyes. For a moment, just a moment, I almost felt something. Then I remembered the sound of the whip cutting through air, the smell of my own burning flesh."I don't need that." I removed his hands from my shoulders with deliberate gentleness, like handling something fragile and broken. "If you truly still love me, the only compensation I want is for you to never appear in front of me again.""No, Sylvia, please—""Marcus." I let all the exh