All Chapters of Weakest Omega to Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

My eighteenth birthday turned out to be the absolute worst day of my life. It was the day when my inner wolf finally awakened, only to reveal the devastating fact that I was the weakest omega in the entire pack. As if being the favorite target for local bullies wasn’t humiliating enough, it seemed the Moon Goddess herself harbored a personal vendetta against me. Overnight, I plummeted to the absolute bottom of werewolf society, and for an orphan with no bloodline to protect her, that kind of weakness was practically a death sentence.​The only saving grace in my life was my foster family, or more accurately, my foster father. As the pack's Beta, Wilson held a position of immense power and respect. Being raised under his roof granted me societal privileges an ordinary orphan could only dream of, but those exact perks only painted a larger target on my back. My foster siblings detested me, and my foster mother, Ebisha, barely tolerated my breathing. According to the story I had al

“Tell the DJ to play something lively," Dior barked, a cruel, satisfied grin appearing on his face as he dropped heavily into a chair. "Looks like we're about to get ourselves a show."​A ripple of mocking laughter roared through the room. I hurriedly wiped the remaining tears from my eyes just as the bass of a fast-paced track began to thud through the speakers.​"Smile, Granny," Dior called out over the music, his voice dripping with condescension. "Nobody wants to look at a crying face."​I forced the corners of my lips upward. My legs felt heavy, as I climbed onto one of the long wooden tables. The music echoed off the high ceilings of the hall, I began to sway awkwardly. I moved my hips and arms just enough, to satisfy their twisted amusement.​The room instantly erupted into a chorus of cheers, whistles, and drunken jeers. A few girls near the front joined in, mimicking my stiff movements and laughing hysterically, treating me as nothing more than cheap entertainment for the

A small smile stayed on my face the entire walk home. For the first time in a long while, hope had found its way into my heart. It felt so unfamiliar that I almost forgot what was waiting for me at home, until the moment I stepped through the front door and my smile instantly disappeared.​Ebisha stood in the hallway with her arms tightly folded across her chest, waiting for me. Before I could utter a single word, her palm crashed against the very same cheek Alvin had struck earlier. Pain shot through my face, sending me stumbling backward.​"How dare you ruin Abigail's party!" she screamed.​I opened my mouth to defend myself, gasping out, "I didn't—" but my words were cut short as her foot slammed heavily into my stomach. I rolled over from the force, desperately gasping for air.​"You ungrateful girl!" Ebisha hissed, glaring down at me as though I were something filthy beneath her shoe. "You went there throwing yourself at every man you saw, and then you tried to seduce the Alp