The Omega Rises: The Alphas True Born

Chapter 6 Run, Alyssa, run.

Alyssa’s POV

The ground is cold and unforgiving beneath me, jagged stones pressing into my back as I try to suck in a breath.

Pain lances through my chest—sharp, searing. I cough, tasting blood.

Alpha Conan’s eyes blaze with fury, the amber of his irises glowing with the raw power of an Alpha.

“You stupid omega,” he snarls, lips curled back to reveal sharp canines. The insult rips through me, shredding what little strength I have left. “Did you think this pack’s alliance with Raven pack is a joke? That a worthless omega like you could put us all at risk?”

His grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air.

Panic claws at my chest as I struggle, nails scraping uselessly against the hand choking me.

My vision dances, fading at the edges.

I’m not even a challenge to him—just something to crush.

A weak thing unworthy of the air I breathe.

“Father! Let her go! You’re killing her!” Levi’s shout breaks through the fog clouding my mind. Desperation laces his voice, but Alpha Conan doesn’t even flinch.

“So what if she dies?” Alpha Conan hisses. “Who would care? She’s no one. Nothing. An embarrassment to the pack.”

The words cut deeper than his grip.

He’s right. I’m the lowest of the low—an omega who dared to reach beyond her place. To want more than I deserve.

I feel the burn of his claws piercing my skin, hot and sharp. My lungs scream for air. The world spins faster.

He lifts me effortlessly, my feet dangling as he squeezes harder. Spots dance across my vision. I’m going to die. The pack will remember me as a fool. The omega who overstepped. My death will be a warning.

A brutal force slams me into the ground.

Pain explodes through me, I feel the scream escape my lips.

I gasp, coughing up blood.

I try to stand, but a kick to my stomach sends me hurtling back, crashing into a tree. Agony splits its way through me as blood trickles from my mouth.

“Please,” I rasp, but my voice is a whisper.

Levi starts moving forward, but he hesitates.

His gaze flickers, torn between what seems to be fear and guilt.

I meet his eyes, the truth dawning on me like a death sentence—he won’t help me.

He never was going to.

“I gave you a choice, Alyssa,” Alpha Conan growls, stalking closer. “You’re defiant, stupid, and you don’t know your place.” He grips my neck again, lifting me off the ground.

I claw at his arm, desperate, but it’s useless. My vision blurs. I’m losing consciousness.

“Coward,” I choke out, glaring at Levi. “You’re a coward.”

A dark rage twists Alpha Conan’s face. “You dare insult him? A filthy omega like you?”

His fist crashes into my jaw, and for a heartbeat, there’s nothing but blinding pain.

But something else stirs—a heat rising from within me, a rage that starts to blind my fear. I can feel the power surging through me, fierce and unrelenting.

I snarl, shoving against him. He stumbles back, eyes wide with shock.

“You—!” he spits, but I don’t let him finish.

He lunges, but I drop low and drive my knee into his jaw.

His head snaps back, and he hits the ground hard.

I don’t waste a second.

I turn and run, every breath ragged, pain clawing at my sides.

The trees blur as I push myself harder, faster. My body screams, but fear drives me forward.

Behind me, Alpha Conan roars, the sound shaking the forest. I don’t look back. I can’t. Survival is all that matters now.

Run, Alyssa. Just run.

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The world blurs around me as I sprint, lungs burning, legs trembling, and blood dripping from wounds that refuse to close.

Pain lashes through my ribs, each breath a jagged stab.

My vision swims, and I know I’m slowing down.

But I can’t stop. Not now. Not if I want to live.

The howls echo behind me—deep, vicious calls of the hunt.

Conan’s hunters are relentless, and I know the penalty for what I’ve done.

Treason. Betrayal.

An omega who dared to defy the beast of Moonborn.

My legs ache, but I push harder, darting between trees, ignoring the sting of branches scraping my skin.

I can’t let them catch me. They’ll rip me apart—no mercy, no hesitation.

I can still feel Conan’s grip around my throat, the raw power that crushed me.

And yet... I fought back.

I hurt him.

An omega—a runt with no rank, no power—threw the beast alpha on his back.

The memory claws at my thoughts, disbelieving.

What the hell was that?

I’ve never felt anything like it before, never known that kind of strength.

It wasn’t just desperation. It was something primal, a force I didn’t know existed within me.

No omega, not even a beta, has ever challenged Alpha Conan and lived.

Yet I did more than challenge him.

I put him on his back.

But that surge of power is gone now, leaving me with nothing but agony and exhaustion. My legs falter, but I force myself forward.

I can’t let fear or weakness win. Not now, not ever again.

The world spins, shadows twisting as the forest blurs.

I need to stop. I need to rest. But the hunters’ roars grow louder.

I can feel their bloodlust—a pack determined to tear me apart.

I push on, lungs heaving, but my strength is fading. The ground beneath me tilts, and I stumble.

I can’t keep going like this.

I stagger into a bush, forcing myself deeper, away from the open trail.

The scent of wet leaves and earth fills my senses. I need to heal, I can feel them right on my foot. But I can't hold on any longer.

My body gives out, and I collapse onto the cool ground. Pain flares from every bruise and broken bone. My fingers clutch at the earth as I gasp for air. I need to heal. I need to survive. I can’t die here, not after everything.

A low, determined growl rumbles in my chest—my wolf’s resolve pushing me to rise.

I grit my teeth. No more bowing. No more chains. I refuse to be anyone’s pawn.

If I live through this, I’ll make sure no one ever puts me on my knees again.

I will never suffer under another alpha. I will forge my own path, no matter what it takes.

I force myself up, leaning against a tree as dizziness washes over me.

The hunt is still on.

But I won’t die here. Not today. With a growl, I push forward, ignoring the agony in my bones. I will run. I will survive. And I will never bow again.

My breaths come in ragged gasps as I stumble deeper into the forest. Branches claw at my skin, roots snag my feet, and the world tilts dangerously around me.

The blood soaking my side is sticky and warm, a reminder of Conan’s brutal assault. Every step is agony, and the cold sweats rolling down my back warn me that I’m not healing fast enough.

I stumble, catching myself on a tree trunk, but my knees lock, and I hit the ground hard.

The roars of the hunters echo through the forest, hungry and close.

They’ll tear me apart if they catch me.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I mutter, my voice shaking. “I should never have gone back. I should’ve listened to Astra and kept going.” My own words feel like a bitter slap. I was warned, but I was too stubborn, too stupid.

My legs tremble as I push forward, but it’s getting harder to move. I’m fading fast, the edges of my vision blurring. I force myself onward, but my body betrays me.

I trip over a root, hitting the ground with a grunt. The taste of blood floods my mouth, and I spit it out, wiping my face with a shaking hand.

“Get up,” I snarl at myself, dragging my body off the ground. I stagger a few more steps before the dizziness overwhelms me. The forest spins, shadows creeping closer.

Then my foot slips. I tumble down a steep incline, branches, and rocks bruising me as I roll. Pain erupts in every nerve, and the world spins faster until I crash to a stop.

The ground is cold, damp, and unyielding beneath me.

Footsteps crunch nearby, heavy and deliberate. Panic surges, but my strength is gone. My vision fades as I catch a glimpse of dark figures approaching. Then, darkness swallows me.