The Omega’s Rebellion

Episode.3

Elena’s POV

The ride back to his pack was painfully silent. I sat in the backseat of the car, looking down at the marks on my wrists. It still stung from the chains, and my chest still ached from the prince’s rejection.

The general—Zayne Draven—hadn’t said a word to me since we left the palace. And maybe that was for the best. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him myself.

I absentmindedly stared out the window, thinking of a million and one scenarios and everything that could go wrong.

Behind the wheel, the general’s expression was a calm mask. The wind combed through his raven black hair, his amber eyes steady on the road.

When the tall iron gates of his territory came into view, my breath snagged in my throat.

So this was the Black Fang Pack.

This wasn’t like any noble pack, it was a fortress, flanked with soldiers at every turn. I was too busy gawking to realize the car had stopped in front of the main courtyard.

It wasn’t until Zayne himself opened the door for me that I noticed.

My brows furrowed, and I stared at him like he had grown a second head.

“Are you going to get out or not?” His tone was sharp with a hint of irritation.

I scrambled out of the car, but the moment my foot hit the ground, my knees buckled, still weak from the strain in my muscles.

I braced myself for the impact as I fell forward. So I didn’t expect a firm, calloused hand to wrap around my waist, steadying me before I hit the ground.

My eyes widened as he pulled me up, and I ended up pressed against his chest, my lips inches away from his.

Heat burst in my cheeks as we stared at each other for a suspended moment.

Too close.

Too intense.

I jerked away from him as if burned, stumbling back.

Zayne kept a neutral expression as he straightened up. “Follow me,” he ordered, turning towards the main building.

I hesitated before trailing behind him, and as we walked along the red-bricked path, a few of his pack members passed us by. They showed their respects to him with a curt bow, but he barely acknowledged them. I didn’t miss how their gazes lingered on me, making me want to shrink in my skin.

Soon we reached a narrow hallway, and Zayne stopped in front of a closed door. “This is where you’ll be staying.”

I peered past his broad shoulders, as he pushed the door open. It was a small room. No chains. No metal bars.

“Here?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. I didn’t understand why I wasn’t being dragged to prison.

He lifted a brow, and I scrambled to correct myself.

“I mean….what are you going to do to me?”

A beat of silence passed.

“You will work here as a maid,” he answered.

I was dumbfounded, though I didn’t know what to expect in the first place.

“R-Really?”

“I have no other interest in you.” His tone was cold, blunt, and almost bored. “The only reason I agreed to this was that the prince insisted. He would have killed you if I refused.”

Wait….

“Why wouldn’t you want him to kill me?”

Did he pity me? After killing everyone I cared for and loved?

It was ironic. Laughable even.

My fists balled at my sides, a dormant rage bubbling within me, one that pushed past my anxiousness and fear.

I stepped forward, my blonde hair sweeping back as I looked up at him, my eyes narrowed into slits.

“You should have let him kill me.” My voice was surprisingly firm, yet it held a tremor of grief. “It wouldn’t make a difference to you, would it? Since you already wiped out my pack. Or are you keeping me as a living trophy?"

Zayne held my gaze, his amber eyes flashing with an unfamiliar emotion. It was gone before I could tell what it was, but his jaw flexed, a crack in his calm mask.

“You start working first thing tomorrow.” That was all he said, leaving me with a bitter taste on my tongue.

*****

I could barely sleep.

I sat on the floor with my back pressed against the wall, staring out the window and into the night.

My mind was numb, and I wanted to cry, but no tears came. All I could think of was one thing; Escape. I knew it was impossible, and maybe he was waiting for me to try so he could convict me and toss me back to the prince.

But even still. Even when he warned me. Even when he told me it was impossible. I was going to do it anyway.

The moon had barely shifted in the sky when I made my move.

I eased the window open inch by inch, praying it wouldn’t creak. The night was silent, and the courtyard below was still. The guards were stationed near the main gates, adjacent to where the window faced.

They were too busy chatting among themselves to notice my small frame slip out the window. I landed as quietly as possible, crouching against the carpet of grass.

Steeling my courage, I emerged from the bushes and darted across the courtyard, sticking close to the shadows of the outer buildings.

No one seemed to notice my presence, and for the first time in my life, I was grateful for being an omega.

My heart leaped in my chest as I finally reached the terrifying stone wall. I swallowed hard, running my palms against its rough surface. My fingers found the cracks, and I began to climb, arms trembling with the effort.

“Come on….” I groaned, forcing myself upward.

But as I tried to steady myself against the wall, my foot slipped.

I held back a scream as my ankle twisted beneath me with a sickening crack. It threw me off balance, and I fell back with a hard thud.

“Who’s there?” a guard’s voice called.

Shit.

I didn’t wait.

I ran, and that was when the moonlight decided to blow my cover.”

“Hey! Get her!”

I sprinted through the packed woods. My ankle burned with each step, but I gritted my teeth and continued to run. I veered toward the thickest part of the forest, heart racing, until a dark opening appeared between two boulders.

A cave.

Without thinking, I divided inside, collapsing against the cold stone. I slapped my hand against my mouth, trying to steady my ragged breathing.

I watched as the guards rushed past the entrance, barking orders at each other, then after a few minutes, their voices faded into the night.

I exhaled shakily, relief washing over me. Dragging my injured leg, I went deeper into the cave, wanting to stay hidden till the coast was clear. Just long enough to figure out my next move.

I leaned against the wall, squinting through the darkness. But then I felt something protruding out of the wall as I groped it.

My brows furrowed in confusion. I paused, running my palm against the bulge, then—

Click.

The floor shifted beneath my feet.

But before I could comprehend what was happening, the ground dropped away.

A raw scream tore from my throat as I fell through a narrow shaft, tumbling into darkness until I crashed onto something cold and metal.

It knocked on my side, and I landed face-first on the floor. I reached for my injured ankle, forcing myself upright.

A dull light flickers overhead. And that was when I saw it.

Rows of sleek motorcycles, engines gleaming, steel polished to a mirror-black shine. Each one bore the same insignia carved into the surface:

A wolf skull with sharp iron fangs.

Realization struck me, and only one name came to mind.

The Iron Fang.

A rebellious biker group that led a revolution against the Prince’s rule. I remember my father praising them, talking about how they helped citizens in need. No one knew their true identities. They were like ghosts who vanished into the night after each strike.

And their leader…..was the prince’s greatest enemy.

So why….why are their bikes here? In Black Fang territory?

Each breath I took hurt, but I hobbled forward, drawn to the motorcycle at the forefront. It was different, a more powerful model with silver claws. I stared at it for a little too long, my heart pounding in my chest.

As if in a trance, my body moved on its own, reaching out to touch the handles.

But then a large hand clamped around my wrist.

I froze, feeling a menacing aura behind me, one that could only belong to one man.

Zayne.

“What….” He growled, his voice slicing through the air like a blade, “…..are you doing here?”