The Sins of an Omega who has no Mate

Zaria. They called me cursed before I ever bled. Before I even shifted for the first time, whispers painted my name in ash and venom. The pack women would lower their eyes when I passed, clutching their pups a little tighter, as if my shadow might steal their breath. The men oh, they stared but never with kindness. Their gazes slid over my skin like knives dipped in want and warning. I wasn’t born screaming. I was born silent. Watching. Breathing. Smelling everything. Even then, the elders said my scent was… wrong. Too rich. Too sharp. Too tempting. My mother cried the day the midwife flinched from me. She knew. She had carried me under her ribs like a ticking curse, prayed to the Moon Mother for mercy, but when I came out, slick and quiet and staring, even the moonlight seemed to recoil. Omegas are meant to be soft, Docile, Fragile. Carried by heat and ruled by instinct. They are the breath between an Alpha’s command and a whimper of submission. But I was never that breath. I was the silence after —the pause before the scream. I don’t have a mate to anchor my instincts. No Alpha to leash my desire. No pack to tame me. I was born an Omega but I became something else the moment the world turned its back on me.And I’ve never turned back. The moon was a sl*t in the sky—silver, bleeding, watching. Mocking. Drenched in her own cruel beauty. She looked down at me with the same expression the elders wore: judgment laced with fascination. The forest around me pulsed with sound alive, ancient, sentient.The rustle of low branches.The ripple of cold wind through pine.The heartbeat of prey and predator alike, each rhythm syncing to the drum of my own pulse. I moved barefoot over the damp earth, the soil cool and alive beneath my skin, my skirts torn, blood on my thighs not mine.A warning.A mark of what I’d already survived. Behind me, they hunted.The Alphas. Five of them. Big. Ruthless. Feral. Arrogant enough to think I’d kneel just because their c***s got hard at my scent. The cursed one. The heatless one. The mate-less one. “Zaria,” one of them called.His voice was low, sing-song sweet. That fake charm they all wore before their fangs came out.“Little Omega. Come out and play…” I didn’t reply.I didn’t run, either. I crouched behind a tree, chest rising and falling slowly, grounding myself in the pulse of the earth. Every nerve in my body trembled not from fear, but from focus.I could feel my own scent thick in the air molten sugar and violence, honey curdled by danger.That was the thing about me.My scent made them lose control. That’s why they wanted to own me. Trap me. Breed me. But I wasn’t made to be bred.I was made to burn. A sharp c***k to my left.A Beta, maybe. Scouting ahead.They always sent the Beta first easier to replace. I waited until he was close enough that I could taste his sweat on the wind. I saw the glint of steel in his hand, the smug grin curving his lips, the little flicker of triumph in his eyes. He never saw my blade coming. A whisper through the ribs.A flick under the chin.Blood misted the air like perfume.He dropped without a word. His blood was hot on my fingers as I leaned over him, eyes locked on the trees beyond. The forest held its breath. Even the wind seemed to hush for me. They’d smell his death.They’d come harder now. Good.I wanted them to. They found me at the river.Of course they did. I stood waist-deep in the dark current, the moonlight painting my skin silver, my hair slicked back. The water clung to me like a second skin cold, merciless, purifying.My torn dress was soaked and ruined.My scent, too warped by blood, wet skin, and defiance. The Alpha stepped out first. Darius.Broad. Brutal. Smirking.The kind of man who believed the world bent for his claws alone. “You killed my Beta,” he said, tone lazy, like we were making conversation in a goddamn tea house. “I gave him mercy,” I murmured. “More than he deserved.” The others fanned out behind him. Hungry. Eyes glowing.They wanted to break me down.Drag me to my knees.Knot me. Mark me. F*ck me into obedience. I let them come closer.I let them think they had a chance. “Don’t you want protection?” Darius asked, his voice laced with that sickly-sweet Alpha coaxing. “A pack? A home? Heat relief? You’re not made to be alone, Zaria.” I tilted my head, my lips curving. “You’re right,” I whispered. “I’m not made to be alone…” He smiled.That confident, conquering smile.“…I chose to be.” Then I leapt. A blur. A flash of silver.The river surged around me as I slammed into him, blade pressed to his throat before he could shift. His snarl split the night, deep and guttural, the kind of sound that made weaker wolves fall to their knees. But I was not weak. He roared.The others snarled, forming a circle, ready to pounce but they hesitated.Because even now, bleeding and half-naked, I reeked of danger. Of lust. Of something too wild to tame. He grabbed my hair, his grip iron-hard, dominance and desperation tangling in the same motion.I smiled in his face. “Go ahead,” I whispered against his lips. “Try and knot me. I dare you.” He froze.Because I didn’t smell scared.I smelled… hungry. The fight was chaos.Fangs. Claws. Heat. Pain.The river churned, crimson streaks twisting like ribbons in the current. I didn’t win by strength.I didn’t need to. I danced.I seduced.I bled them dry. When it was over, the river was red.Steam rose from the surface, carrying the scent of iron, heat, and freedom. Darius lay sprawled at my feet, shifting back into his human skin, gasping like a man who’d just been reborn and realized God was a woman with a knife. I stepped over him, chest heaving.My heartbeat thundered like war drums. “Tell the others,” I said. “Tell them the Omega with no mate is done hiding.” He didn’t move. His eyes, wide and wild, mirrored the moonlight trembling on the water. I leaned down, lips to his ear, the whisper soft as sin. “I’ll build a pack out of wolves like me. Broken. Unbonded. Unclaimed. And when I do…” I kissed his blood-slick cheek. “…you’ll beg to belong to it.” Then I walked away. Naked. Unmarked. Unashamed. And behind me, the forest didn’t whisper my name.It screamed it.