THE LUNA BETWEEN TWO ALPHAS

CHAPTER 2: VANISHED OMEGA

Screams surrounded me from every direction while wolves pushed and shoved each other desperately toward the exits. Broken glasses scattered across the marble floor. Tables flipped over. Blood splattered against the silver decorations that once made the Sacred Hunt of the Eclipse look beautiful.

Now it looked like hell.

Another gunshot rang loudly.

A warrior near the entrance suddenly dropped to the floor.

Dead.

My breathing stopped for a second.

Hunters.

It was hunters.

Not ordinary hunters either.

These people came prepared.

The massive windows shattered as armed men forced their way inside the hall wearing dark uniforms and silver weapons. Some wolves immediately shifted and attacked them while others tried protecting the elders and children.

But the hunters kept shooting.

Silver bullets.

The smell of blood filled the air quickly.

I ducked behind a fallen table when another bullet flew past my head.

"Oh, fantastic," I muttered breathlessly. "I always knew tonight would end horribly."

A terrified omega beside me cried loudly while covering her ears.

Somewhere near the staircase, Alpha Damon was already fighting.

And terrifyingly enough, he looked even more dangerous than the hunters themselves.

One of the armed men tried attacking him from behind, but Damon snapped the man's neck so fast it looked effortless. Blood stained his black suit while his glowing wolf eyes scanned the room coldly.

No fear.

No hesitation.

Just violence.

Beta Kieran fought beside him brutally while several warriors shifted into wolves and lunged toward the hunters.

The sound of screaming, gunshots, and growls mixed together until my head started hurting.

This was supposed to be sacred.

A blessed tradition.

Instead, wolves were dying everywhere around me.

I quickly crawled away from the fallen table before another bullet destroyed it completely.

My hands shook badly while I forced myself to stand.

I needed to get out.

Right now.

But before I could run farther, I suddenly heard a weak voice nearby.

"Kaia..."

I froze.

Oh no.

Please no.

I slowly turned around and saw Vera Quinn lying against one of the broken pillars.

Blood covered her silver dress.

A bullet hit her side.

Well.

That looked painful.

Vera stared at me desperately while holding her wound with trembling hands. Tears streamed down her face as her breathing became uneven.

"Help me..." she whispered weakly.

I blinked at her silently.

Honestly?

My first thought was that karma worked surprisingly fast.

A few minutes ago she called me cursed in front of everyone.

Now she looked one breath away from meeting the Moon Goddess personally.

Life was funny sometimes.

I carefully walked toward her while avoiding the shattered glass beneath my shoes.

Vera grabbed my wrist immediately.

"Please..." she cried softly. "Do something..."

I stared down at her.

"You spent years treating me like trash, Vera," I said bluntly. "And now suddenly you want help? Very emotional."

Her lips trembled.

"I am dying..."

"Yes, I noticed."

Even now, my mouth refused to behave.

Maybe that made me a terrible person.

Actually, no maybe about it.

I definitely was one.

Another gunshot echoed somewhere behind us.

The hunters were still inside the pack house.

Vera coughed painfully before tightening her grip on my wrist.

"Kaia... please..."

I looked at her wound carefully.

There was too much blood.

Way too much.

Even if I dragged her somewhere safe, I already knew she would not survive long.

Still, seeing her like this felt strange.

Vera Quinn always walked around proudly like nothing bad could ever happen to her.

Now she looked small.

Weak.

Scared.

Just like me.

I sighed heavily.

"You're seriously ruining the celebration, Vera."

She let out a weak laugh that quickly turned into coughing.

Blood stained her lips.

For a moment, silence surrounded us despite the chaos happening nearby.

Then Vera looked at me carefully.

"I was jealous of you."

I frowned immediately.

"What?"

Her eyes slowly filled with tears again.

"You looked free... even when everyone hated you."

I stared at her like she lost her mind.

Free?

Me?

The omega treated like a servant?

The cursed wolf blamed for everything?

Either she was dying or finally becoming stupid.

Probably both.

Before I could answer, Vera suddenly gasped sharply in pain.

Her grip on my wrist weakened.

Then slowly...

It disappeared completely.

My expression changed.

"Vera?"

No response.

The noisy chaos around the hall suddenly felt distant.

I stared at her unmoving body while my chest tightened strangely.

She was dead.

Just like that.

A few moments ago she was insulting me.

Now she was gone.

I swallowed hard and slowly stood up.

This entire night felt unreal.

The Sacred Hunt of the Eclipse was supposed to bring wolves together.

Instead it became a m******e.

Bodies covered the once beautiful hall while blood stained the marble floors. Several warriors still fought the remaining hunters near the entrance while terrified wolves cried in corners.

And somehow...

I was standing beside Vera Quinn's corpse.

Wonderful.

Absolutely wonderful.

Because if there was one thing fate loved, it was ruining my life creatively.

Suddenly, loud footsteps approached behind me.

I turned quickly.

Alpha Damon Blackmoor stood several feet away surrounded by armed warriors.

Blood covered parts of his black suit while his glowing gray eyes landed directly on me.

Then slowly...

His gaze moved toward Vera's dead body.

The atmosphere instantly became suffocating.

My stomach dropped.

Oh no.

No no no.

Not this.

Alpha Damon's expression darkened dangerously.

"Seize her!"

My eyes widened immediately.

"What?!"

Several warriors rushed toward me without hesitation.

I quickly stepped backward.

"Wait a second, are you all stupid?!"

One warrior grabbed my arm roughly.

I shoved him away instantly.

"I didn't kill anybody!"

Another warrior seized my wrists before I could escape.

I growled angrily while struggling against them.

"Let go of me, you brainless mutts!"

One of them tightened his grip painfully.

I winced.

Alpha Damon slowly walked closer toward me.

Cold.

Silent.

Terrifying.

"She killed one of our own," he said darkly.

Shock crashed into me so hard I almost laughed.

Of course.

Of course this was happening to me.

Because apparently surviving hunters and flying bullets were not enough suffering for one night.

"I didn't kill her!" I shouted furiously.

Nobody listened.

"I found her like this!"

Still nothing.

The warriors forced my arms behind my back while dragging me across the blood covered floor.

I struggled violently.

"I swear to the Moon Goddess, if one of you touches me again, I will bite your face off!"

Honestly, terrible threat.

But I was emotional.

My eyes desperately searched the room.

The dead bodies.

The blood.

The terrified wolves staring at me.

Not one person defended me.

Not one.

And then the truth hit me harder than those silver bullets ever could.

I was just an omega.

Nothing more.

The cursed she wolf.

The easiest person to blame when everything fell apart.

The ultimate scapegoat when everything turns into pieces.