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

The doctor's knock feels like a death sentence. Three sharp raps against our front door that echo through our modest townhouse like the crack of a judge's gavel. I sit frozen at the kitchen table, my fingers clutching the edge so hard my knuckles turn white. Mum meets my eyes across the room, her face a mask of forced calm that doesn't reach her eyes. Dad's hand squeezes my shoulder, a gentle pressure that's meant to reassure but only amplifies the terror coursing through me. This is it. Five days before my twenty-first birthday, and the Council has sent their blood collector right on schedule."I'll get it," Dad says, his voice steady despite the wild thrum of his heartbeat that my sensitive ears can detect.He moves to the door with the measured steps of a Beta who's spent decades perfecting the appearance of control. I watch him smooth his expression before he pulls the door open, revealing the thin man in the pristine white coat on our porch."Beta Blackwood." The doctor nods, his

I push the peas around my plate, watching James cut his meat with mechanical precision while Sophia stares at her untouched dinner. We're playing house, the three of us, pretending this is just another family meal when we all know it might be our last. Tomorrow is my daughter's twenty-first birthday, if she makes it that far. The clock on our kitchen wall ticks toward seven-thirty, each sound like a hammer hitting the final nails in our family's coffin. I reach for my water glass with fingers that don't quite shake, a small victory."More potatoes, Sophia?" I ask, my voice too bright, too normal.My daughter looks up, those hazel eyes, so much like my own, clouded with fear she's trying desperately to hide. "No, thanks, Mum."James clears his throat. "The roast turned out well, Lora.""I used rosemary this time," I reply, as if we're discussing recipes rather than sitting through what might be our final meal together.We've been preparing for this night for years, but nothing could tr

I run until my lungs burn and my paws bleed, putting as much distance as possible between myself and the only home I've ever known. Trees blur past me as Nyx pushes our body harder than I knew possible, her instincts stronger than mine in this form. The night air whips through my fur, carrying the fading scent of my parents, pine and baking spices from Mum, woodsy cologne from Dad. Their faces haunt me with every bound, their final expressions etched into my memory: Mum’s fierce love as she pushed me out the door, Dad's grim determination as he faced the Council representatives who were telling him I’d broken records.I left them to die for me.'Not die,' Nyx corrects through our shared consciousness. 'Fight. There's a difference.''Is there?' I counter, guilt twisting inside me even as we continue racing through the darkness. 'We both know what happens to wolves who interfere with the Omega Directive.'Nyx doesn't respond, instead pushing our legs faster. She knows I'm right. She jus

I carry the struggling omega up the mountain path, her small fists pummelling my back in futile rebellion. Each impact is like a sparrow trying to take down a hawk, amusing in its audacity, doomed in its execution. Conri growls with satisfaction in the back of my mind as her sweet scent envelops us, the signature markers of a true omega impossible to mistake. 'Mine,' he insists with primal certainty. 'Ours.' For once, my wolf and I are in perfect agreement. This little treasure stumbled into my territory, and possession is the only law that matters in the wild.'She's got fight,' Conri observes as another tiny fist connects with my shoulder blade.'For now,' I reply silently. We both know that spirit will need to be broken, or at least tamed, if she's going to serve her purpose in my pack. A disobedient omega, no matter how genetically valuable, is a liability I can't afford.The mountainside trail grows steeper, but I barely notice the incline. Her weight is negligible against my str

I lean back in my leather chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin, feet propped carelessly on the polished surface of my desk. Her scent still lingers in the air, wildflowers, pine, and that unmistakable sweet note that marks her as a true omega.Sophia Blackwood.The name feels like a puzzle piece clicking into place, though I hadn't realised a piece was missing until now. Ninety-eight percent compatibility. Even I, with decades of experience in pack politics, know how rare that is. How valuable. The Council doesn't send Elder Stone herself for anything less than exceptional cases. Which makes the girl both an asset and a liability, possibly the most dangerous combination that could have stumbled into my territory.'Nyx is good wolf,' Conri interrupts my thoughts, his consciousness brushing against mine with unusual insistence. 'Would be good mother to pups.''If she's cooperative,' I counter, drumming my fingers against the arm of my chair. 'I get the impression our little Sophia is