Luna Sofia: The Omega Rise To Power

Chapter 8: (Albaz and Storm completed past) part2

Sofia/ Albaz pov:

He held my hand and replied, “I will make everything right for you. It wasn’t what it seemed four hundred years ago, it wasn’t my fault. This time, Damian and I tried to stop everything Sofia went through, but it wasn’t easy. We will make everything right. I will be the best mate I couldn’t be to you years ago. I will make sure Damian doesn't hurt Sofia. Trust me, Damian is not like my last human, selfish and wicked Damian is different. Believe me.

I stared at him, eyes hard, and said, “It’s gonna take time for me to trust you and your human. As for Sofia, I’m not sure she’ll ever make it easy for Damian after everything that’s happened. You and Damian just stood there and watched Vanessa hurt her—so it’s gonna be a long road before she comes around. You both need to be patient, no matter how long it takes.

Storm nodded, his expression softening. “I understand. I’ll give you that time.” He turned his gaze to Josh and Mark, voice low but firm. “Go back to the park house and tell everyone, Sofia has been found. No one needs to worry anymore; they both nodded but looked confused and left.

I sank back onto the cool sand, the lake’s surface rippling with my thoughts. “One more thing,” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, “was Damian ever going to reject Sofia because she’s an omega?”

He met my eyes, steady. “Never. From the moment we realized she was our mate, we accepted her and swore to love and protect her.

He reached for my hand, but I jerked it away, a flash of old pain sparking in my chest. “Don’t touch me,” I snapped. “Last time you and your human hurt me with my sister. Now your human’s tangled up with her again. How can any of this ever be okay? Tell me, Storm.” I pushed him back on the chest, demanding answers, each word a weight of betrayal.

He swallowed, eyes flickering with regret. “You need to let the block down, Albaz. You can’t keep blocking the mate bond.

I shook my head, voice cold. “I’m not ready to lower it. I’m not ready to feel that mate bond again.”

The night air thickened with tension, the lake reflecting the moon’s pale glow as we stood on the edge of a choice that could either shatter us or build us.

Storm's grip on my hand tightened, and he pulled me into a hug, holding me really tight. He breathed in my scent, and I could feel the tension between us, thick and heavy. Even with my block up, I could feel the connection between us, and my attraction to Storm never really died. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, telling me everything was going to be fine, trying to calm me down.

After a few minutes of holding me, I felt a slight pain, and I knew it was time for my first shift. Storm looked at me and said, "You are burning up, what's happening?" I responded, "It's time for me to shift." But before he could say anything, I was hit with a wave of pain and brought down to my knees.

I tried reaching out to Sofia, saying, "Sofia, it's time to wake up, we need to shift.

Sofia pov.

I was still seated in the Moon Goddess’s garden when my body erupted with heat. A strange, tingling sensation washed over me, and the Moon Goddess said “It’s time, Sofia, my child. You need to go back for your shift.”

A low growl echoed in my mind—my wolf, Albaz reaching out, urging me to return. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes, and when I opened them I was at my favorite lake, the water shimmering under the moon. I was panting, heart racing, and I asked Albaz, what is this pain? Is it really this painful?

Her voice, steady and calm, resonated inside my head. “Yes, it’s painful, and it will get worse, but you have to stay calm. I’ll make it as fast as I can, I promise.”

A warm hand patted my back. I looked up, confused by the face staring at me. Before I could speak, a sharp, searing pain shot up my spine. I gasped, Albaz , why is Damian here? Am I imagining things?”

Albaz answered, firm and clear, “You’re not imagining it. Damian is here. I’ll explain later, but right now we need to shift.”

Immediately, the shift started. I felt my body begin to transform, my bones cracking and shifting, muscles rippling and changing. Damian kept patting my back, whispering sweet words into my ear. “It’s okay, baby, you can do it. It’s almost over—just don’t fight it. Give your wolf full control and it will end soon. I’m here, I’ll try to take away the pain as much as I can. Just breathe.”

The moment his hand touched me, a wave of calm washed over me, even as confusion swirled—why was he being so gentle with me? I hoped Vanessa wouldn’t kill me this time. Then the pain surged again, sharp and relentless.

My senses heightened, and I could smell and hear everything more clearly. My vision altered, and I saw the world in a different light. fur grew, and my claws extended. With a final surge of pain, I completed the shift, standing on four legs, feeling the power and confidence of my wolf form.

It was the longest, most excruciating moment of my life,

I staggered to the lake’s edge, the water mirroring my form. Albaz her eyes glowing with a fierce, wild light. white‑furred, sleek, a perfect crescent moon etched on her forehead, and I felt a surge of pride and awe.

Still Confused, I turned my head and looked at Damian and asked, "Albaz care to explain why Damian is here?”

Before she could answer, Damian shifted into Storm, a massive, obsidian wolf whose presence commands respect. His fur was a deep, midnight black, muscle rippling with raw power; his fur streaked with silver stripes that cascaded down his chest.marking him an alpha unlike any other. his eyes burning with ancient strength.

Storm padded forward, his massive paws barely making a sound on the damp earth. He brushed his flank against me, a warm, reassuring pressure, and then licked my face. A low, resonant voice echoed in my mind: “Welcome, Albaz. Welcome to the back‑link. I’ll accompany you on your first run, as tradition demands.”

Albaz surged forward, breaking into a sprint. She chased a startled rabbit, her movements fluid and joyous. Storm joined, their bodies weaving together in a playful chase, their breaths forming mist in the cool night air. I watched, half‑amazed, half‑bewildered, as the two wolves seemed to dance, a silent, ancient partnership.

I said to Albaz “That’s Damian—Vanessa’s boyfriend. Why is he here, so close to us?”

Her response was calm, I’ll explain later. First, we need to shift back and rest. The shift has taken a lot from us.”

Damian walked up to me already back in his human form, a shirt clutched in his hand. “You need to shift back so we can get you to the park house, you need to eat, and rest,” he said, eyes steady.

I stared at him, still tangled in confusion, and asked Albaz, how do we shift back? She replied, “It’s simple. Just close your eyes and picture yourself human.”

“Will it hurt?” I asked.

“Only a little,” she assured me.

I shut my eyes, followed her instructions, and when I opened them I was human again. Damian’s lips curled into a half‑smile. “Not bad,” he said, handing me the shirt. I took it, cheeks flushing, and slipped it on.

“Now let’s get you back to the park house,” he said. I tried to step forward, but my legs wobbled, giving way. Before I could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around me. “It’s okay, I’ll carry you,” Damian murmured, his voice low and steady.

He lifted me, his hold warm and secure. The world narrowed to the rhythm of his steps and the steady beat of his heart against my cheek. I felt safe, a quiet heat spreading through me, and I clung to his chest, letting exhaustion pull me into a deep, grateful sleep.