OMEGA

CHAPTER FOUR

WHAT SHE DOESN'T DESERVE

STACY'S POV|

Amara. Amara. Amara.

I’m so sick of hearing that name.

You’d think she cured cancer the way everyone’s been talking about her since the rogue attack.

“Oh my goddess, did you see her fight?”

“She’s so brave!”

“She saved the Beta’s pup!”

Please.

She got lucky. That’s all.

I’ve trained my whole life to be Luna. I’ve studied the ancient texts, learned every protocol, memorized the duties.

I know how to lead. How to rule.

She barely knows how to wear clean boots.

And yet, every time Lucien looks at her, I see it.

That flicker. That spark. That longing.

He tries to hide it. Acts all cold and distant like he doesn’t care. But I’ve seen the way his jaw clenches when she walks by.

I’ve seen the way his eyes soften when he thinks no one’s watching.

I was watching.

I’m always watching.

Because Lucien is supposed to be mine.

Yes, I know the bond didn’t snap for us.

Yes, I know he said I’m not his mate.

But that doesn’t matter.

Mates can be rejected.

Fates can be changed.

All I need to do is get rid of her.

She’s in the way. Always has been.

Even when she was just the quiet little nobody from that ruined pack.

Even before anyone knew her name.

And now?

Now she’s glowing like she’s special or something. As if that ridiculous hair and those freaky blue eyes mean anything.

Everyone keeps whispering that she’s rare. That she’s got some kind of power inside her.

Please.

She’s not powerful. She’s just dramatic.

She cried during combat drills last year because she couldn’t land a punch.

And now suddenly she’s leading battles?

No. I don’t buy it.

She’s hiding something.

Or someone is helping her.

Either way, I’m not letting her win.

I’ve worked too hard, smiled at too many stupid pack meetings, and sat through too many boring Elder Council sessions to lose now.

Lucien will be mine.

Even if I have to break him to get there.

The truth is, he needs someone like me.

Strong. Poised. Perfect.

Not some broken orphan with a death wish and a tragic past.

And when I’m Luna, I’ll make sure she never forgets what she lost.

Because she doesn’t belong here.

Not with him.

Not in this pack.

Not in my future.

I smirk as I slip into my room and close the door behind me.

On my dresser sits the charm my aunt sent from the Northern Witches.

It’s old, delicate, made from bone and bloodroot.

Illegal, if I’m being honest.

But very, very effective.

It’s not a love spell—those are pathetic. Lucien’s too strong for that.

No. This one is darker.

It’s meant to bind.

To twist fates.

To poison bonds that aren’t meant to exist.

All I have to do is activate it when he’s near her.

Break whatever fragile string is still between them, and he’ll never feel that pull again.

And when the bond is truly severed—when he’s free—I’ll be waiting.

I’ve already planned our mating ceremony.

I’ve picked out the silk for my dress.

I’ve even written my acceptance speech for Luna.

Call me crazy, but I like to be prepared.

Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?

It’s not like Amara’s going to suddenly sprout wings and become the next Moon Goddess.

She doesn’t even know who she is.

But I do.

I saw her shift that night.

She thinks no one saw.

But I did.

And if she’s really who I think she is…

If those old legends are true…

Then she’s not just rare.

She’s forbidden.

And that means her life doesn’t just threaten my future.

It threatens the entire pack.

So maybe…

Maybe I won’t just ruin her bond.

Maybe I’ll destroy her.

Once and for all.