Semua Bab The Omega At Lunacrest Academy : Bab 1 - Bab 5

Elara’s pov. If I’d known the night would end with three of Lunacrest’s most feared Alphas staring at me like I’d just cursed them, I would’ve stayed in my dorm and minded my business.But no. Here I am, in a bold silver dress that smells faintly of expensive perfume, standing beneath chandeliers that drip gold like melting sunlight.The welcome ball of Lunacrest Academy. The most elite werewolf institution in the realm. Every student here is someone; future alphas, betas, council heirs, purebloods. Everyone belongs.Everyone except me.The air buzzes with music, laughter, and dominance. Wolves showing off their lineage in expensive suits, girls tossing their hair just enough for everyone to notice the glow of their pack marks. I stand near a marble pillar, clutching my glass of punch like it’s a lifeline.I shouldn’t even be here. I told Claude I wouldn’t come.My brother, the Beta heir of Crescent Claw, top of his class, always perfect, always in control. He warned me to stay away

Elara’s Pov- 35 hours earlier. If happiness had a sound, it would be the rustling of suitcases and the clatter of shoes on marble floors.“Careful with that one!” I call out as one of the maids lifts my third trunk, the one with my books and sketchpads. “That’s fragile!”“Yes, Miss Elara,” she says, breathless but smiling.My room looks like a storm of silk and sunlight, dresses everywhere, ribbons scattered, the scent of fresh lavender and excitement in the air. I haven’t felt this alive in years. Maybe ever.Lunacrest Academy.I whisper the name in my head like a spell.The place where legends are made. The academy for the strongest wolves of the realm. And somehow, me, Elara Vayne, the girl without a wolf, got in.“Mother!” I shout, practically running to the mirror to check my reflection. My curls fall in soft waves down my back, and for the first time in a long while, I don’t hate what I see.My mother appears in the doorway, radiant and composed, holding a folded cloak in her a

Elara’s Pov. If peace had a personality, it would be the quiet hum of my phone screen.I scroll aimlessly, pretending to read, pretending I’m not replaying every second of the ball in my head.Cassian’s hand.His heartbeat.That look that felt like a secret I wasn’t meant to know.I shake the thought away and swipe to the next post on WolfNet, nothing but glittering selfies from other girls at Lunacrest. Perfect smiles, perfect marks, perfect wolves. My chest tightens.Then my door bursts open.“Elara! Tell me you’re not planning to spend the night hiding in here!”Tessa’s voice hits like sunlight. She’s my new roommate, curly red hair, loud laugh, more energy than five full moons combined.I blink at her. “I’m resting.” She stares at my pajamas like they’ve offended her. “Resting? On combat night?”“Combat night?” I echo.She drops her bag dramatically. “Don’t tell me you don’t know. The Alpha training trials? They’re tonight at the field. Only the strongest compete, but the whole