All Chapters of The Alpha's Omega Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rebecca’s POVThe journey from the Omega barracks to the Alpha’s private wing had been the longest walk of my life. My legs felt like lead, my blood like ice. Every step was a step away from the meager safety of the shadows and toward the blinding, terrifying light of absolute power.I had barely reached the servant’s passage before the whispers began.“Look at her. A dirt-caste Omega, thinking she’s special.”“The Alpha only took her to spite his father. She’ll be back in the kennels within a week, if she survives his temper.”The cruelest words came from a group of lower-ranking kitchen Omegas. Even among the bottom rung, I was considered the absolute lowest the "dust-wolf." I was notorious for my total lack of shift, a physical failure that branded me as weak, pathetic, and utterly useless to the Pack. I was the Omega of Omegas.I hated it. I hated having to wake up everyday and feel more human than a werewolf that I should have been. "A disgrace," one sniped, shoving her shoulder

Kael’s POVThe pack meeting was the antithesis of the stifling silence in my private wing. Here, in the main strategy room, the air thrummed with the raw energy of governance. I sat at the head of the obsidian table, the weight of the pack’s survival heavy on my shoulders.“The eastern border remains vulnerable,” Beta Rhys stated, leaning forward, his usual snark absent, replaced by sharp focus. “The Rogues are probing again. We need to deploy the Third Platoon to cover that sector, Alpha.”“No,” I countered immediately. “The Third Platoon is inexperienced with defensive maneuvers. We shift the responsibility. Fourth Platoon moves to the eastern valley by dusk. We secure the gorge with traps; that’s their strength. Give them the order, Rhys, and ensure Gamma Torvin understands that failure is unacceptable.”Rhys didn’t argue. He rarely did on matters of strategy. He simply nodded, respecting the cold logic behind my command. I might be ruthless in my methods, but I was a good Alpha,my

Kael’s POVThe silence of my chamber was thick and satisfying. The walk back from the dining hall had been necessary.I needed to get away from the collective scent of Lyra’s poisonous fury and the pathetic scent of the Emerald girl’s humiliation. But the victory was mine. I had used my shadow to shatter my parents' pretense of control, and it felt cleaner than any political maneuvering.I poured myself a dark whiskey, the amber liquid sharp and grounding. The silence, however, wasn't empty. It was filled with the fragile, sharp scent of Rebecca’s fear and the fresh, undeniable memory of her small body pressed against my lap.I walked over to the cot where she was sitting, huddled against the cold stone wall, trying to disappear.“You didn’t eat,” I stated, my voice flat.She flinched, her soft, frightened eyes darting up to my chest before dropping again. “I was not commanded to eat, Alpha.”“A flaw in my command, then,” I corrected, taking a slow sip of the whiskey. The fact that s

Kael’s POVThe darkness of the chamber was absolute, but I was awake long before the first hint of dawn. The silence was perfect, broken only by the shallow, steady breathing of the small female on the cot. Rebecca was asleep, a fact that both irritated and satisfied me.She slept because she had obeyed; she slept because she was exhausted; and she slept because she was close enough to my power to feel safe. She slept curled up in a ball, her face had a peaceful look on her face rather than the usual look of an abused puppy. My wolf, which had been agitated and restless for weeks, was now settled a heavy, purring engine of contentment. The feeling was profoundly unsettling. The brief, confusing moment on the patio, the moonlight catching her, the primal urge to study her weakness without scorn still grated on my logic. A restless wolf. Something that keeps you small. The words I’d used to her were true, yet insufficient.I rose silently, slipping into training pants and a dark tunic.

Rebecca’s POVI felt something touch against my skin, a light, fleeting brush against my hand. It did not feel harsh or like anything at all. I heard a deep sigh from him, heavy with weariness, when I meekly looked up from where I had buried my face into my legs.I noticed a small, startling pile of papers scattered around me thick, white sheets of quality parchment. And Alpha was standing just inches away, looking down at me with an almost worried look on his face.I was deeply confused. He got papers for me? To draw on? Really? But why?“Why do you keep assuming that I will punish you over anything?” he questioned, his voice low, bending down a little to reach my face. He looked even more intimidating this way, his immense body coiled, face inches away, but he looked more tired than scary. Maybe the meeting was serious.“I want an answer, Rebecca. What has been done to you that you seem scared of just about anything?” he questioned me again. I tried to find the right words to say. W