Alpha's Betrayal Omega´s Revenge

8

Nellie’s POV

I returned to my parents and told them what had happened.

“We can leave the pack now, but it has to be tonight,” I said with determination. “Despite what Ethan said, I don’t trust Serena’s intentions—or Claire’s.”

“And where would we go?” my mother asked, clearly distressed. The fear of my capture still shook her. “Do you have somewhere in mind?”

I shook my head.

“No. Only that it has to be far away from here. For now, let’s just hit the road—we’ll figure it out along the way.”

Our travel bag was still packed, so we wasted no time and got in the car. I scanned in every direction, alert for anyone who might try to stop us—but no one did, and we drove off. I cast one last glance, through the rearview mirror, at the place where I had grown up, become a nurse… and now, become a fugitive.

“We’ll be fine, sweetheart,” said my father, sitting beside me. “I know I’ll find work—and so will you—wherever we go. In just a month, we’ll have started over.”

His confidence rubbed off on me, and we left the city as the moon reached its zenith.

The entire time I drove, I kept checking the rearview mirror, watching for any car that might follow or try to stop us.

Even though I wanted to trust Ethan’s words, I knew I couldn’t let my guard down.

He had already betrayed me once, and there was nothing to stop him from doing it again—whether out of pain, vengeance, or, as he had mentioned, the fear that I would betray him. If I went to other packs and told my side of the story, his reputation as an honest, loyal, and trustworthy Alpha could be ruined.

A Luna’s rejection wasn’t a small matter between packs. If I spoke up—or if my parents did—Ethan would become the center of malicious gossip among his peers.

The shame would follow him wherever he went.

“We can’t go to a nearby pack,” I said after we’d been on the road for a while. “I promised Ethan we’d go so far he’d never hear from me again. Do you have any ideas?”

With the phone in hand, we began discussing possible destinations. Some of them sounded great, but they were all still too close to Moon’s Fang’s sphere of influence—its trade routes, diplomatic relations, or political connections. I recognized their names from my short time as Luna.

“No, it has to be a much farther pack,” I insisted. “Every name you’ve mentioned sounds familiar. It has to be a territory that Moon’s Fang has never been associated with.”

My father sighed.

“In that case, we’d have to travel across several counties. It’ll be a trip of several days, sweetheart.”

I pressed my lips together.

That was what I had feared. Moon’s Fang had ties with many packs across a wide radius. What I was trying to do was ambitious—but not impossible.

“Then we’ll make the longest trip we’ve ever taken.”

I saw the concern on my parents’ faces. As omegas, leaving our territory so far behind wasn’t something we were supposed to do. Pack hierarchy tied us down—as labor—to the pack we were born into. Only those in the higher ranks could consider moving so far away.

“But, sweetheart, if we do that… how are we going to explain it?” my mother asked. “What will we say when people ask why an omega family is so far from their original pack?”

It was a question I didn’t have an answer to—not because I hadn’t thought about it, but because of how hastily we had fled.

“We’ll come up with something,” I said after a few seconds. “For now, let’s just find the right pack, okay? Once we find it, we’ll make something up.”

My parents didn’t look convinced, but they agreed. After two stops, and as the sun began to set on our second day of travel, my father said he had found something.

“Rent is cheap, there are good job opportunities, and I think it’s pretty far from where we came from,” he said, eyes fixed on his phone.

“What pack is it?” I asked. “If I recognize the name, it won’t work.”

He scrolled for a few seconds more before answering.

“Silver Creek,” he finally said. “Does that ring any bells, sweetheart?”

I searched my memory and, after a moment, I frowned.

“Nope, not at all. How far is it?”

“According to the GPS, at this pace, we’ll be there by sunrise—around six in the morning.”

My father went over the reasons why he thought Silver Creek might be a good place to start over.

“There’s a place for rent near a newly built hospital—they’re urgently looking for nursing staff. And just a few blocks away, there’s a workshop hiring operators. It’s like this place is calling to us.”

I had a good feeling about it.

Silver Creek.

Even without knowing it, I already liked the sound of that pack.

“Alright, let’s go there, then.”

“Do you want me to drive, sweetheart? You should rest a little.”

I nodded, even though I would’ve preferred to stay focused on the road. Driving kept me distracted, and I didn’t want to think about Ethan, or Moon’s Fang, or everything I was leaving behind.

We made one last stop to eat and fill up the tank—enough, hopefully, to get us through the final stretch of our journey.

Once I curled up in the back seat and rested my head, I fell asleep instantly.

I was woken by the light streaming through the window. Dawn had arrived, and I could see the buildings of the town we were entering.

“Did you rest, sweetheart?”

I stretched and nodded. My gaze went to the window, and I was struck by how beautiful this place was.

Everything looked so organized and peaceful—it felt impossible that anyone here could have any real struggles.

“I love it,” I said after my eyes had taken in the wide streets and low buildings of Silver Creek. “I think we’ve found the perfect place.”

We drove into a neighborhood even more peaceful and serene than what we’d already seen, and the GPS soon announced we’d reached our destination. I looked up at the window of the rental property—it had a beautiful balcony that overlooked a narrow cobblestone street. Picturesque and charming.

“The owner should already be waiting for us,” my dad said after parking.

“This early?” I asked.

“He said he lives nearby, so the time wasn’t a problem.”

We got out of the car, and just like my dad said, the owner opened the door for us. It turned out not to be just an apartment—but the entire house. I felt disappointed, thinking we wouldn’t be able to afford such a large place.

“No, the price is for the whole furnished house,” the owner replied when I voiced my concern. “You see, Silver Creek is a newly founded pack, and we need to attract people. That’s why rent—and even home prices—are really low right now.”

I couldn’t believe our luck.

The house was beautiful, two stories tall, and the balcony I had seen from the car belonged to what would clearly be my bedroom.

The owner, a kind man named Michael, spoke highly of the town—its job opportunities, affordable prices, and how peaceful everything was.

We were enchanted. We signed the lease and included several months' deposit.

I felt it—this was definitely my place.

After organizing the few belongings we had brought, we went out for a walk to explore the neighborhood. That’s when my mother brought up the one thing that could still threaten our happiness.

“They’ll ask where we’re from—and about our past.”

We sat at a small outdoor café.

“If what Michael said is true and the pack needs people, I don’t think we’ll face too many questions. We’ll be able to blend in easily, and in time, we’ll be just another part of the community,” I said while watching my father, who seemed to be observing everything around him. “What is it?” I asked, curious.

My dad looked at me with concern. Before answering, he leaned in close.

“Haven’t you noticed, sweetheart?” he whispered.

I looked around, fearing he had seen someone following us. But I didn’t notice anything unusual, so I shook my head.

“No. What is it?”

He spoke even lower.

“Didn’t you notice?”

“Notice what?”

“That… we’re the only white people here.”