I am not just an Omega

Trust Shattered

– Olivia’s POV

The royal hall glittered with golden light, chandeliers blazing above like captured stars. The polished marble floors reflected the shimmering gowns of noble ladies and the dark uniforms of lords. The air was thick with perfume, roasted meat, and the sharp tang of wine. Laughter had filled the space moments before, but now—now it all stilled.

The trumpets blared.

The Alpha had arrived.

Every noble in the hall rose as one. Heads bowed. Voices hushed into silence. The music of the violins and lutes died mid-note. Even the flickering torches seemed to bend toward him.

He was power itself.

Broad-shouldered, his black cloak lined with wolf fur, eyes like molten gold that saw through lies and fear alike. The Alpha strode forward, each step echoing like thunder. Behind him, guards moved in tight formation, steel glinting at their sides.

He did not glance left nor right. His gaze swept the hall, cold, assessing, as though every soul here was a mere piece on his board.

And then he sat.

The throne was carved of obsidian, taller than any seat in the hall, encrusted with silver runes. Only when the Alpha settled onto it did the rest of the nobles dare sit again. He clapped twice, sharp and commanding, and the entertainment resumed. Music stuttered back to life, though the players’ fingers trembled on their strings.

I swallowed, my palms clammy, watching from the corner where the servants stood. My heart hammered. Should I? Should I tell him?

The Alpha’s gaze drifted across the hall. He lingered on the triplets’ table. Only Leo sat there, speaking quietly to their mother. His lips were tight, his hand drumming against the wood, unease written all over him.

The Alpha narrowed his eyes. He could smell it. I saw it in the way his nostrils flared, the way his jaw tightened. Vervain. Its bitter scent lingered in the air, faint but undeniable.

But he said nothing.

Instead, a man shuffled closer to the throne. Alby — the royal priest. His hair was white as snow, his back bent with age, but his eyes gleamed with the cunning of one who had survived too long in courts like this.

He leaned close, whispering. “My lord. The plan goes well. Lex is down.”

The Alpha’s lips twitched. “Will he live?”

“Yes,” Alby murmured. “I mixed it with the medicine. It weakens but does not kill.”

“Good,” the Alpha breathed. “Then let us see if the gods favor the prophecy.”

My blood turned to ice.

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Moments Earlier

I had been frozen in Lex’s chamber, torn between silence and truth. My mind spiraled with every thought.

If I told the Alpha, Levi might betray me in an instant, spin the tale so that I would take the blame. And the Alpha would believe his son before he’d ever believe an omega. I would rot in the pit beside my father.

But… he couldn’t lie under oath. Every son of the Alpha had sworn before the gods that they could not lie in his presence if he demanded truth. Could I gamble on that?

And even if he didn’t lie—wouldn’t the nobles still side with him, with Mal, with her cursed family? Wolves didn’t care for justice. They cared for power.

Still… the thought of Mal’s mother escaping unpunished, laughing as she once again destroyed my family—no. My wolf snarled inside me. My vision burned blue. Fury and fear both surged until my chest ached.

But Levi… Levi was smiling.

I caught him watching me, a sly, suspicious smile curving his lips. For a moment, the air froze in my lungs. That smile—it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t pity. It was as if he were testing me, waiting to see if I would shatter.

My thoughts raced. Could it be him? Could Levi have poisoned his own brother? If so, why? Why protect me? Why deny me the chance to speak? Unless… unless this was a game.

My stomach knotted.

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The door banged open.

Mal stormed inside, her gown swishing, her eyes red as if she had been crying. “I am tired of waiting, Levi!” she shouted. “What is going on?”

Her gaze darted to the bed, to Lex’s pale form. Her lips trembled. “Is he… is he dead?”

Levi shook his head slowly. “No.”

“Then what’s wrong with him?” she pressed.

Levi hesitated. His eyes flicked between me, Lex, and Mal. Then he said it.

“He was poisoned.”

The word struck Mal like a slap. Her eyes widened, her breath hitched. And then, slowly, her head turned toward me.

“You,” she hissed, her voice trembling with fury. “You did this. You killed Lex!”

She lunged, hand raised to strike me. I flinched, heart racing—

But Levi caught her wrist mid-air.

The crack of silence that followed was deafening. Mal froze, staring at her brother in shock. Her lips parted, confusion flooding her eyes.

“Levi…” she whispered.

His eyes were cold, unyielding. And then his voice, sharp and deliberate:

“I poisoned him. I am the one who poisoned Lex.”

The words struck harder than any blade.

Mal gasped, her whole body trembling. Her hand dropped from his grip. “What… what are you saying?”

Even my breath faltered. I stared at him, stunned.

He wasn’t lying. His tone, his eyes—this wasn’t a jest. He had spoken truth. Levi never lied in matters like this.

But… why?

My thoughts spun wildly. Was this a trap? A cover? A game?

I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t breathe.

Inside me, my wolf growled, restless, confused.

What in the goddess’s name was Levi playing at?

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The trumpets blared again in the distance, echoing through the hall. The Alpha was already seated. The feast was beginning.

And here, in this chamber, the truth—or perhaps a greater lie—hung heavy in the air.

I had no idea what was real anymore.

But I knew one thing.

I may be in trouble

Again.