The Luneria Omega-Born to Burn

Episode4

Melissa’s POV

The shift from the basement of my aunt’s house to the sprawling luxury of the pack palace was so unreal that it felt like a dream.

For the first few weeks, I walked the corridors as if I were stepping on thin ice, waiting for the surface to c***k and swallow me whole.

But the c***k didn't come.

Instead, there was soft silk against my skin, warm meals that I didn’t have to cook or fight for, and the heavy, intoxicating presence of Alpha Frederick.

He had rejected me in the eyes of the pack, a public execution of my dignity that should have left us as strangers.

But yet, the mate bond refused to snap.

It pulled at me every time he entered a room.

And Frederick, despite his coldness at the ceremony, seemed to have… softened or was it all just my imagination and wishful thinking.

In the quiet hours of the night, when the rest of the palace was asleep, he would visit my chambers and f**k me , night by night.

He spoke in low tones that made me forget the "Breeder" status he had branded me with.

He would brush a stray hair from my forehead or hold my hand with a tenderness that felt like love. "You belong here, Melissa," he would whisper against my skin as his hard c**k pulsed in my p***y. "The Moon Goddess gave you to me for a reason."

I was a fool.

I drank his words up like a parched traveler in a desert.

I told myself that once I gave him an heir, he would see that an Omega could be just as loyal and capable as any high-ranked she-wolf.

I even found a shameful, secret pleasure in the way Rita and Ashley looked at me when we crossed paths in the gardens.

They didn't laugh at me anymore.

They watched me with tight, pinched expressions, their eyes burning with a mixture of envy and confusion.

For the first time in my life, I wasn't the one looking up from the dirt.

That fragile illusion I was in shattered on a Tuesday morning.

I was sitting by the window, when Frederick walked in. He didn't look at me with the warmth of the previous night.

"I will be getting married to Ashley tomorrow," he said. His voice was casual, flat, as if he were talking about the change in weather.

The glass of water in my hand hit the floor and exploded, shards of crystal skittering across the rug.

"What?" The word was a croak.

Frederick didn't offer a hand to help.

He didn't even look at my trembling form.

Instead, he glared at the mess on the floor. "Can you, for once, be less clumsy? You Omegas are literally the worst—one of the reasons why I could never make you my Luna. You lack the grace of your station."

The sting of his words was sharper than any slap Rita had ever given me. "Don't talk to me that way, Frederick," I said, my voice rising. "I may be an Omega, but I am your breeder. I am the one carrying—" I bit my tongue.

I wasn't ready to tell him. Not like this. "I am destined to be with you."

Frederick chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. His jaw tightened, the muscle leaping under his skin. "I see you’ve grown balls in my palace, Melissa. But know this: I can drop you just as fast as I raised you. You serve a purpose, and that purpose does not include questioning my alliances."

He stormed out, the heavy oak door slamming with a finality that made the walls vibrate.

I collapsed to the floor, my fingers grazing the shattered glass, much like the shattered remains of the hope I had foolishly nurtured.

~~~

The wedding was a grand, loud affair that seemed to vibrate through the very stones of the palace.

From my window, I could see the bonfire in the distance and hear the rhythmic chanting of the pack.

I stayed in bed, clutching my stomach, listening to the man who shared my soul commit himself to the woman who had spent years making my life a living hell.

The next morning, the palace felt different.

I decided I needed air, a desperate attempt to clear the fog of depression that had settled over me. I hadn't gone ten steps from my door when I ran into them.

Ashley was dressed in a gown of white lace, a crown of silver flowers nestled in her hair.

Beside her stood Rita, who was definitely looking smugger than I had ever seen her.

"Oh my! Isn't it my cousin? The trashy Breeder," Rita mocked, her voice dripping with artificial sympathy.

Ashley didn't smile. "How rude. How dare you not greet your Luna?"

Before I could breathe, her hand moved in a blur.

I think the slap was fueled by all the resentment she had built up over the last few weeks.

My head snapped to the side, and I felt the familiar, iron-like taste of blood on my lips.

"Kneel," she ordered.

I looked at the guards standing at the end of the hall.

They looked away, their loyalty now firmly shifted to the woman wearing the Alpha’s ring.

I thought of the baby, the fragile, tiny heartbeat I was protecting.

I couldn't fight her. Not in my state.

Slowly, I sank to the cold stone floor, bowing my head. "I am sorry, Luna," I whispered, the words tasting so f*****g bitter in my mouth that I wanted to throw up.

"Better," Ashley said, her voice a silk cord tightening around my neck. "Meet me in my chambers in ten minutes. I have chores for you."

When I arrived at her suite, the door was slightly ajar.

I pushed it open and stopped dead.

Frederick was there, sitting in a velvet armchair.

Ashley was perched on his lap, her arms wound tightly around his neck.

They were whispering, their lips locked in a deep, hungry kiss.

"I am so happy you are mine now," she murmured against his mouth.

"Same here," Frederick replied, his voice thick with a desire he had only ever shown me in the dark.

The pain that ripped through me wasn't just emotional.

It was a sharp, searing cramp that radiated from my lower abdomen.

I gasped, my hand flying to my stomach as I fell to my knees.

The wine pitcher I had been carrying clattered to the floor, spilling red liquid like a pool of blood.

Neither of them moved to help.

Frederick looked at me with an expression of mild annoyance, as if I were a dog that had made a mess on the carpet.

Ashley just smirked.

"Stop pretending, Melissa," Ashley snapped. "You’re ruining the mood. Pick up my laundry and get out."

The world began to spin.

The pain intensified, a rhythmic throbbing that made my vision blur.

The last thing I heard before the darkness took me was the sound of their shared laughter.

~~~

I woke up in my own bed, the scent of medicinal herbs heavy in the air.

A healer was standing over me, her expression grave but kind.

Frederick stood by the foot of the bed, looking strangely satisfied.

Ashley stood behind him, her arms crossed, her eyes burning with a lethal, silent hatred.

"You are pregnant," the healer said softly, looking at me. "But you must be careful. You are an Omega, and your body is under immense stress. The fetus is fragile."

"Good," Frederick said, a triumphant light in his eyes. "A son, no doubt. You’ll be cared for, Melissa. I’ll make sure you have everything the child needs."

He reached out and squeezed my hand, the same f*****g hand that had held Ashley just hours before.

I felt a wave of nausea that had nothing to do with the pregnancy. He didn't care about me.

He cared about the baby.

I was just the vessel, his c*m dump.

"I will make preparations for your rest," he said, before leading Ashley out of the room.

She didn't say a word, but the look she gave me over her shoulder promised that this was far from over.

Hours later, the silence of the room became suffocating.

I wanted out.

My head was still spinning, but I felt a desperate need to move, to feel the sun on my face.

I slipped out of bed, my legs feeling like lead, and made my way toward the grand staircase that led to the gardens.

As I reached the top step, a sudden wave of vertigo hit me.

The stairs seemed to stretch and warp.

I gripped the railing, closing my eyes to steady myself.

I decided it was a mistake.

I turned to go back to the safety of my room—and that's when I felt the hands.

Two palms slammed into the center of my back with terrifying force.

“Oof…”