The Rising Of The Omega

Chapter2:TheFall

Elysia’s POV

“Where is Draven?” I asked, my voice shaking with a mix of fear, confusion, and frustration.

The servant standing nervously at the doorway didn’t lift her gaze to meet mine. “He left early this morning, Miss Elysia. He said he had urgent matters to attend to.”

“He didn’t say goodbye?” My voice was quiet, but deep down, I already knew the answer.

The servant shook her head quickly before hurrying away, leaving me alone in the cold silence of Draven’s empty room.

I sat up slowly, clutching the soft sheets that still held his scent, a bittersweet reminder of the night we had shared. Last night had been everything I had ever dreamed of—intimate, meaningful, perfect. But now, with him gone without a word, something didn’t feel right. A knot of worry tightened in my chest.

The uneasy feeling followed me back to my pack like a shadow I couldn’t shake. The air felt heavy, thick with an unspoken tension that seemed to settle over everything. Wolves who usually greeted me turned their heads away, their conversations stopping abruptly as I approached.

“What’s going on?” I asked the first packmate I recognized, but they mumbled an excuse and rushed off, leaving me more unsettled.

It wasn’t until Lyric, my closest friend, found me that the truth began to come out. Her face was pale, her usual bright and cheerful expression replaced with deep concern.

“Elysia, I… I don’t even know how to start this,” she said, her voice trembling as she bit her lip nervously.

“Just tell me, Lyric,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was pounding. I had never seen her this shaken before.

“Have you seen the video?”

“What video?” I asked, my voice cracking as a cold, sinking feeling swept over me.

Lyric’s hands trembled as she pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen. “I didn’t want to believe it, Elysia, but it’s everywhere. Everyone’s seen it. They’re all talking about it.”

I snatched the phone from her, my hands trembling as I stared at the screen. The video began to play, and my stomach churned.

The girl in the video looked like me—same hair, same face—but what she was doing wasn’t real. She was clinging to Draven, her voice pleading and desperate as she begged him to stay with her.

“I never did this,” I whispered, my hands shaking as I shoved the phone back at Lyric. “I never said those things. I didn’t act like that. This isn’t real!”

“I believe you, Elysia,” Lyric said quickly, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I know you would never act like that. But the others… they think it’s real. They think—”

“They think I’m pathetic,” I finished for her, my voice hollow with disbelief.

But it wasn’t just the video that broke me. It was the way my packmates stared at me, the judgment in their eyes, and the whispers I heard as I passed by. And then came the moment that shattered everything.

I stood frozen in front of the TV, my eyes locked on Draven’s face as he appeared on the screen. The warmth in his eyes—the warmth I had trusted and fallen in love with—was gone. In its place was a cold, detached look that I didn’t recognize.

“Elysia is no longer my chosen mate,” he said, his voice calm and emotionless. “She is not fit to be Luna. I have chosen someone who is better suited to stand by my side.”

Then she appeared. Vespera. Her smirk cut through me like a blade, smug and full of triumph.

“She has always been my true mate,” Draven continued, slipping his arm around her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. “And it is with her that I will build my future.”

The room spun, and my legs gave out. I fell to the floor, tears blurring my vision as his words echoed in my mind.

“How could he do this to me?” I whispered, clutching my chest as if I could somehow hold my heart together.

Lyric knelt beside me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. “Elysia, this isn’t your fault. Whatever’s happening, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

But her words barely reached me, drowned out by the storm of betrayal and humiliation crashing through my mind.

I couldn’t let it end this way. I needed to face Draven, to demand an explanation. Everything we had shared had been real to me, and I needed to know why he had thrown it all away.

When I reached the palace, the gates stood tall and unwelcoming, guarded by wolves who once treated me with respect. Now, their gazes were cold and unkind.

“I need to see Draven,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my throat felt tight with emotion.

The guards exchanged a look before one of them sneered. “You’re not welcome here anymore, Elysia. Turn around and leave.”

“I won’t leave until I talk to him!” I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice.

Everything after that happened so fast. Rough hands grabbed me, dragging me through the halls of the palace. I screamed, fought, and begged, but it didn’t matter.

They threw me into a dark, damp dungeon, the cold stone floor biting into my skin. Heavy chains were locked around my wrists, keeping me trapped and helpless.

“You’ll regret this,” I spat, glaring at the guards as they walked away. “Draven will come for me!”

But the hours dragged on, and he never came.

When the guards finally returned, their faces were grim. They didn’t speak as they hauled me from the cell and led me through the palace one last time.

They brought me to the edge of the Forbidden Forest—a dark, dangerous place that no one dared to enter.

“This is where traitors belong,” one of them said before shoving me forward.

I stumbled and fell to my knees, the cold earth pressing against me as they turned and walked away without looking back.

The silence around me was overwhelming, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves in the wind. The forest loomed before me, filled with unknown dangers. My body ached, and my heart felt shattered, but as I stared into the darkness, something inside me began to shift.

Anger.

Draven had betrayed me, humiliated me, and taken everything I cared about. He had left me to be forgotten.

But I wasn’t gone. Not yet.

Clenching my fists, I pushed myself to my feet, the pain in my chest hardening into a fiery determination.

“If he wants a traitor,” I whispered to the shadows around me, “then I’ll give him one.”

With that, I stepped into the forest, ready to rise from the ashes of my broken heart and make Draven pay for every ounce of pain he had caused me.