His chosen omega

Episode8

NYVARA

Every new day comes with new responsibilities.

That’s how life has only been.

But this time, my new responsibilities differ.

I was no longer a regular wolf who’d wake up to the bell, hurry to eat, train, stay awake until told otherwise and every other activity tied to the life of a boring weak wolf.

I now stood as the Luna of a pack I was assigned to, dressing up for meetings, presiding over a few of them, learning about leadership and commanding wolves who were way stronger than myself.

I paced around my bedroom, waiting for the knock Lucan had promised earlier. A few days had gone by, and I was learning to tolerate his ‘prickish’ attitude. Sometimes it’d get so overwhelming that I’d have no other option but to withdraw from his company.

He was touchy, more clingy than ever, still acts like the brat I met on my first night, but he was a good tutor in all.

And a fact I’d hate to admit was how I enjoyed his presence.

On the other hand, Alpha Garrick was the perfect man. He always makes me wonder where all his perfection went to if not his son because Lucan was nothing like his father.

Thoughts kept drifting across my mind as I waited, several of them until Mira’s name crossed my memory.

How would she feel hearing I’m now a Luna?

She’d be so happy for me. I wish she was here.

The knob creaked and I snapped out of my thoughts. The door squeaked open, paving the way for Alpha Garrick to come in.

He wasn’t my expectation, but I kept it calm and collected with a warm smile.

“Alpha,” I courtised.

He walked for a moment, hands locked at his back while he scanned the room with amusement in his eyes. “They’ve done quite some work here. Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect,” I answered.

He hummed, nodded, moved to the window and pulled the curtain apart. The ray of the sun peered through the window, highlighting a few scars that extended from his back to his neck.

Memories of the darkness that always followed the Browlers family haunted me at that moment. Flashes of death, blood, screams, the way my mother whom he killed may have screamed for forgiveness when he snatched her life away from her.

I clenched my fist, reeling those thoughts in and fighting against the tears that welled up in my eyes. There’s nothing I can do. I may be his Luna now, but I’m still a weak wolf.

All I have to do is wait, strategize then strike.

While waiting, I’ll learn more about the Browlers, their weakness, how to take them down…and by the time I act, it will be like the venom of a snake. Slow, yet deadly.

“And the view?” He asked, looking over his shoulder. But he didn’t for an answer. “I’m certain it’s perfect. It’s similar to mine since we stay on the same floor. Lucan must feel jealous,”

I forced a smile, hiding the pain away. “Sure.”

“Are you doing something or can we proceed to the registry,”

“The registry?” I asked with a tone of caution. “What…for if I may ask?”

“The Lunas’ origin must be known, her home, previous pack if any and other affiliations,” Lucan's familiar voice cut through with an answer. I turned to find him at the door, leaning against the post. “Good morning father,” he greeted, walking in. Then he stopped by my side. “Luna,” he bowed slightly.

There was pride in that act, and for weird reasons it made me want to laugh.

“Good morning,” I replied, my voice steady even though my chest felt tight.

Lucan straightened and glanced at me, his eyes sharp, searching. “You look like you didn’t sleep.”

“I slept,” I said. “Just not well.”

Alpha Garrick turned from the window. His expression was calm, unreadable, like always. “The registry is routine,” he said. “Nothing to be afraid of.”

I nodded, though fear wasn’t the word for what I felt.

“I’ll be ready in a moment,” I said.

“There’s no rush,” Garrick replied. “We have time.”

Time. The word echoed in my head. Time was the one thing I didn’t trust.

“Now would be the best time, father. Get to know your wife more,” Lucan muttered.

Lucan watched me as Garrick stepped aside, his gaze lingering like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. When his father’s attention shifted, Lucan leaned closer and lowered his voice.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” I said quickly.

He didn’t look convinced. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

I met his eyes. For a second, the room felt smaller. “I know.”

Something softened in his expression. Just for a moment. Then it was gone, replaced by his usual careless look.

“Don’t worry,” he said lightly. “The registry clerks are boring. Old wolves who love papers more than people.”

“That doesn’t help,” I murmured.

He smiled, brief and crooked. “It wasn’t meant to.”

Garrick's attention returned to us. “Get dressed. Lucan and I will be waiting down the hall,” he said.

Lucan didn’t look like he wanted to leave, but his father seemed pretty clear with his statement. They both left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts again.

What now?

The father seems to want to know me more. To love me deeper than anything.

And his son seems to love my presence, forgetting the fact that I should be his step mother.

Both men seem interested. Seem is rather a small word.

Both men are interested in me, and I’m grown enough to know it’s not a basic interest.

And now, all I can f*****g think about is a game of chess. Two players, one board. Two kings and a queen who’d stop at nothing to get her revenge.

I showered, dried off and started off with the white gown. Alpha Garrick’s servants were supposed to aid me, but I wanted to learn all of it myself.

I showered slowly, letting the warm water calm my thoughts. When I was done, I dried off and reached for the white gown laid out on the bed.

It was long. Soft. Heavy in my hands.

The fabric slid over my skin easily, cool at first, then warm as it settled. The gown hugged my waist and flowed down in clean lines. On one side, a slit ran high up my thigh—not careless, but bold. It showed strength, not weakness. The sleeves were fitted, the neckline simple. No jewels. No extra shine.

Just power, wrapped in white.

I tied my hair back and looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized the woman staring back. She looked calm. Steady. Like she belonged here.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Beatrice stood waiting in the hallway.

She straightened when she saw me, her eyes flicking over the gown before her face hardened again.

For a second, a memory rose uninvited…the ugly moment I’d once walked into. Her and Lucan.

“Why are you here?” I asked calmly.

“Lucan asked me to escort you to the registry,” she replied. Her tone was flat. Sharp around the edges.

I nodded. “Alright.”

We walked side by side in silence. Guards bowed as we passed. Beatrice didn’t look at me until she spoke.

“Funny how things change,” she said suddenly. “Some wolves don’t earn power. They just… marry into it.”

I stopped.

She stopped too, surprise flashing across her face.

I turned to her slowly. “Be careful,” I said.

She scoffed. “Or what? You’ll cry to the Alpha?”

I stepped closer. My voice stayed calm. “You’re still an assignee, Beatrice. You should focus on that. Not on who you think sleeping with might raise your status.”

Her eyes widened. Rage flared fast.

Her hand came up.

I caught her wrist mid-air.

The sound echoed in the hall when my palm met her cheek.

A clean, sharp slap.

She froze, shock written all over her face.

I released her hand. “Don’t forget where you stand,” I said quietly. “I am the Luna now. And neither Alpha Garrick nor Lucan will take lightly to anyone laying a hand on me.”

Her breath shook. She said nothing.

“Walk,” I added.

She turned and moved ahead of me without another word.

I followed behind with a racing heart.

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