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The young lady asked, her heart pounding in her chest when she saw my car pulled to a stop in front of her father's house. "Eunice!" Her siblings rushed out of the house, followed by a middle-aged man who I assumed was her father. "Good evening, Alpha Benson. What brings you here to our home?" The middle-aged man asked, his voice filled with fear and worry, as he wondered if he had done something wrong. It was uncommon for an Alpha to visit an Omega family. I looked at the family of four, as two young girls rushed to hug Eunice. "Not at all, sir. Actually," my gaze shifted to look at Mallory, and I told the man, "I am here because of her."

But having three new Alphas was unprecedented, and the pack watched with rapt attention as Liam, Ethan, and Noah took their vows. I stood at the back, serving champagne and trying to blend into the shadows. But their eyes found me constantly - Liam's piercing gaze as he spoke of protecting the pack, Ethan's knowing smirk as he promised to uphold our laws, Noah's quiet intensity as he pledged his loyalty. "To the new Alphas!" The crowd cheered, raising their glasses. I turned to escape to the kitchen, but Ethan's voice rang out clearly: "And to our Luna." The room fell silent. My heart stopped.

His legs gave out and he fell to his knees, the shears slipping from his fingers to the ground as his hands began to tremble. Not because he didn’t believe in fate. Not because he feared it. But because he already knew who it was. The strong pull from the bond, the energy and power emanating from it. The kind of power every pack member was familiar with, the very one that ruled them. The Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. “Damon Belloti.” Kyrian had known Damon his entire life, in the distant way omegas knew alphas who ruled from high ground and stone halls. Damon Belloti the alpha of the strongest, wealthiest and most feared pack in the west “Blackwood pack”.

She knew it was Nyla, and she ignored her, focusing on Damon instead. The High Priest raised his staff and bowed to Damon. “The hour of the Goddess is upon us. Let the Alpha lead us into communion with her light!” Damon raised his head and looked at the moon, a calm and reverent expression on his face as he slowly lifted his arms as well, spreading them wide as his voice rang out, deep and commanding. “Oh Mother of the Moon, Shepherdess of our kind, we call upon you tonight. We open ourselves to your light, to your guidance, and to your fire. Accept our devotion, hear our howls, and bind us in your eternal cycle.”

The sound caught in my throat, half-hysterical. “Happier?” I managed, shaking my head. “You’re joking, right? Look at me.” I gestured wildly to my soaked dress, the bucket still rolling near the straw mat. “I’m an omega. A nobody. And you—you’re…” I couldn’t even finish. His smile deepened. “I know who I am, Alisha.” “And I know what’s coming. You’ll reject me. Of course you will. Why wouldn’t you? That’s what everyone would expect.” My voice cracked again, softer now. “It’s what I expect.”

With me. I remembered leaning back in my chair, staring at the screen for a long time. Alex Sterling. The sharp, confident young Alpha who had once nearly cost me a major deal with his aggressive tactics. He was proud and confident. Now reduced to an Omega in the middle of his first brutal heat; desperate and vulnerable. A dark, possessive feeling had stirred in my chest that night. I told myself it was strategic. A chance to weaken a rival family. A powerful alliance through biology rather than contracts. But the truth ran deeper. When they finally brought him into the mansion and his scent hit me; sweet, distressed, and perfectly matched to mine; something primal woke up. I knew then that

And King, "Let her go, Omega. That's a direct order." "And who the fuck do you think you are, trying to order me around?" Omega asks, deciding to throw Miranda aside, making her fall to the floor with a hollow, loud sound, "You think you can dominate me? Don’t make me laugh.” My mind still feels all over the place because of that damn weed and things still feel like they’re in slow motion, but as soon as I see Christian approach Kingsley with dilated eyes, I snap out of my transe. "I am the Alpha of this clan," Christian growls, but I grab Kingsley's slender arm and pull him hard until I can shove him behind me, "You're out of your mind if you f-"

, his eyes settled on her as she did not hesitate nodding her head negatively. Her quick response at it made him lower his guard as he believed her. “Are you aware of any wolf packs in the city of Oceania,” Her eyes trembled slightly to the floor, as she paused at loss for words. “Yes, my lord” her heart paced loudly as she wondered where he must have gotten the information. “Are you a part of them?”Pressure instantly filled the air as Alpha Tristan's fiery eyes drilled into hers. “No, no, my lord” his eyes squinted further, sensing her fear. What was she afraid of?

I froze, expecting the Beta to join in their cruelty, or worse, to deliver a punishment for causing a commotion. Rhys stopped directly in front of the Omega who had shoved me. His large hand closed around her chin, forcing her head up. The snarky smile never left his lips, but his amber eyes were suddenly hard, predatory. “Listen, little mouse,” he said, his voice dropping to a fierce snarl. “That particular piece of dirt is currently property of the Alpha.” He punctuated the word property with a slight, warning shake of her head. “The Alpha does not like his things damaged. If I catch any of you so much as looking at her with disrespect, Kael won’t skin you. I will. Now scatter.”

She was almost as large as Diana, a strong Alpha trait. At first glance, she appeared to be pure Alpha. But if you looked closer, you saw a small tuft of silver fur on her back that marked her as part Omega. Amy was a hybrid wolf: a mixture of Alpha and Omega. Omegas are considered lower in rank than Betas, and they have even less opportunities and respect than Betas. They live off the crumbs that the rest of society allowed them to have. Amy being part Omega wasn’t what I had been expecting. But her wolf’s appearance was pleasing to the eye, and I didn’t care what she was. She was Amy, my best friend.