THE ALPHA'S FORGOTTEN OMEGA
They don't remember her name.
That's fine. She remembers everything.
Sera Ashveil has spent four years being the most forgettable wolf in Ironveil Pack. Lowest rank. Smallest room. First one awake, last one anyone looks at. She scrubs floors before dawn and swallows Moonveil root with her morning water and counts exits in every room she enters.
She's not surviving. She's waiting.
She doesn't know what she's waiting for.
Until the night Alpha Caius stops mid-ceremony, turns toward the back wall where Omegas stand, and says two words that crack four years of careful invisibility straight down the middle.
"You. Come here."
And then the stranger arrives.
He comes with no pack, no rank, no explanation. Just gold eyes that find her in a crowd like she's the only thing worth finding, and a stillness that makes every wolf in the room step back without knowing why.
He doesn't speak to her.
He doesn't have to.
Her wolf — silent for so long Sera had almost stopped listening — wakes up for the first time in years and says one word.
Not his name. Not a welcome. Just:
*Run.*
Sera doesn't run.
She never runs.
But the stranger doesn't leave either. And the questions he carries — about her scent, her blood, the thing inside her that has no name in any pack record — are the same questions that got her mother killed four years ago.
Someone erased Sera's kind from history.
Someone is still making sure they stay erased.
She thought she was the last of nothing.
She was wrong about that.
She was wrong about him too.
"The Alpha's Forgotten Omega" is a dark wolf romance about a girl who was written out of the story —and the war she starts when she picks up the pen.