🌑 Chapter One – The Broken Omega
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🌑 Chapter One – The Broken Omega
The sun had barely risen, but Aria was already on her knees, scrubbing blood from the training grounds. Her fingers were raw, nails chipped, but she didn’t dare slow down. The Alpha’s warriors circled nearby, laughing as they sparred, their boots splattering fresh mud across the stone she had just cleaned.
“Faster, omega,” one sneered, kicking a bucket of water across her work. “You’re too slow. No wonder no one wants you.”
She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Answering back meant punishment. Silence meant survival.
Her wolf whimpered deep inside, but the sound was faint, weaker every day. Ever since Alpha Damon had claimed her as mate—then rejected her in the cruelest way—her wolf had been slipping away, fading like smoke. Some nights Aria wondered if she’d vanish completely, leaving her nothing but a shell.
Still, she worked. She cooked. She scrubbed. She obeyed. Omegas didn’t get choices; they got orders. And when orders weren’t enough, they got bruises.
Aria tugged the sleeve of her worn tunic lower, hiding the purple marks on her arm from the Alpha’s last fit of rage. The pack whispered that she should be grateful he’d spared her life when he rejected her. Grateful. As if being tossed aside like garbage was a gift.
Her stomach growled, but she ignored it. Omegas ate last—if anything was left. Hunger was just another chain she had learned to carry.
By midday, she was in the kitchens, stirring giant pots of stew. The heat from the fire blurred her vision, sweat dripping into her eyes. She swayed, dizzy, but no one cared. To them, she was invisible—until she made a mistake. Then, suddenly, she was very visible.
A harsh hand cracked across her cheek, snapping her head sideways.
“Stupid omega,” the head cook snarled, shoving her against the counter. “Burn it again and you’ll be licking the floor clean.”
Aria nodded quickly, whispering, “Yes.”
The word burned her tongue, but she forced it out. It was easier that way.
That night, when the pack feasted, Aria stood against the far wall, watching as they laughed and drank, the Alpha’s arm wrapped around another female. She was free now, he’d said. Free to serve them instead of stand beside him.
Her chest ached, but she swallowed the pain. Omegas weren’t meant to dream.
Yet as she curled into her thin blanket in the servants’ quarters, bruises throbbing, something strange stirred in her chest. A whisper. A pull. A promise she couldn’t name.
And in the shadows beyond the pack’s borders, three Lycans—Crew, Ryker, and Zane—lifted their heads to the same blood-red moon.
The bond had awakened.
Their mate was close.
The Alpha’s Celebration
The packhouse glittered that night.
Torches lined the walls, tables overflowed with roasted meats and wine, and the music of drums echoed through the air. Every wolf was present—their laughter loud, their pride louder.
It was the night Alpha Damon’s son took the crown, stepping into his father’s legacy. He had just turned twenty-one, his dominance thrumming through the pack like a thunderstorm. Wolves bowed their heads when he entered, his aura suffocating. He was their new Alpha. Their perfect heir.
And he was Aria’s mate.
Her stomach knotted as she stood in the shadows near the kitchen doors, dressed in her plain servant’s tunic while the other females shimmered in silks and jewels. Her bond tugged painfully, reminding her she belonged to him, even as her heart whispered she never would.
When Damon—now the retired Alpha—raised his glass to toast his son, the room erupted in cheers. “Tonight,” he boomed, “the Blackfang Pack honors its future! My son takes his place as Alpha, stronger than I ever was, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with his fated mate.”
All eyes turned to Aria.
Her breath caught. Her heart stuttered. She felt the bond snap like a chain around her throat. She belonged to him. Everyone could feel it.
Whispers rose. Some were sharp with jealousy, others mocking.
An omega? The Moon Goddess must be laughing.
Damon’s son smirked, striding toward her. For one foolish second, hope fluttered in her chest. Maybe—just maybe—he would accept her. Maybe she would finally belong.
He stopped in front of her, eyes flashing with cruel amusement. His voice carried over the crowd.
“I, Alpha Damon of Blackfang, reject you, Aria, as my mate.”
The words slammed into her like claws ripping her chest apart. The bond seared, burned, and snapped, leaving her gasping. Laughter erupted around her, the pack reveling in her humiliation.
“Pathetic omega,” he sneered, grabbing a glass of wine and pouring it over her head. “Did you really think I’d lower myself to you? You’re nothing. Less than nothing.”
The sting of rejection burned deeper than the bruises ever had. Aria trembled, fighting to breathe, her wolf howling inside her before going deathly silent.
She stumbled back, eyes blurred with tears, as the crowd roared their approval of their Alpha’s cruelty.
That was the night her world ended.
And the night the Moon Goddess began writing a new story for her—one bound not to a cruel Alpha, but to three Lycans who would burn the world before letting her break again.
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