Bwwm Novels & Stories

Vuko POV We come out on the other side of the staticky, magic-drenched crossing that was once the looping highway around the city. I shake myself, relieved to be rid of the feeling of ants under my skin. Esme is staring ahead, her face grim. The Barren stretches out before us in early dawn light, no different than when I had first crossed it. Sand stretches as far as the horizon, a dull grey color more like ash than sand. Rocks and pebbles pock the surface of the arid land. Just looking at it makes my throat feel parched. There is no hint of movement or life.

O N E W E E K A G O, B E F O R E T H E P A R T Y. P A S A Y, M A N I L A, 1300 S A N L U I S S T R E E T. In an alley in San Luis, a woman in black is walking quietly and with her head bowed. Medium height, wearing All-Star shoes and both hands are inside her pocket. It was past three-thirty in the morning, and only she and a few stray dogs and cats were on the road.

“B-But… Why me? I am just an omega.” Alpha Jake glanced at Mara, sensing her uncertainty and the weight of the situation upon her shoulders. He spoke with a calm and reassuring tone, "Mara, in the eyes of the moon goddess, the status of an omega, beta, or alpha doesn't define one's worthiness. The moon goddess's choice is not based on societal ranks or hierarchies within the pack. It's about a deeper connection, a bond that goes beyond what we can see on the surface."