The Lycan's Omega

_Elisa’s POV_ "You're going to attend that event and that is final" Mom yelled, her voice echoing through the high-ceilinged halls of our family home in the heart of ember moon territory. "Apparently I don't have any say over my life anymore do I"? I reply as I drop my face weakly "Of course you don't! Whenever you decide to stop putting this family to shame, maybe just maybe you can make your own decisions but as for now you have to suck it up and be in your best behavior because I won't tolerate one more disgrace from you. Why can't you be more like your sister huh? Mom blurted angrily, her eyes flashing with the golden hue of her inner wolf. I knew I was an omega, the lowest rank in the ember moon pack’s rigid hierarchy; a system rooted in ancient lunar rituals where alphas led with raw power, betas enforced order, and omegas like me were seen as nurturers, often dismissed as weak links unless we proved our worth through service or rare, hidden gifts. My parents, both betas from old bloodlines tracing back to the pack’s founding under the great eclipse centuries ago, expected more from me than my sister, Lena, who had mated with a powerful alpha from a neighboring pack and elevated our family’s status. Why was I so unlucky? To make matters worse, my own family treated me like a burden. Oh dear moon Goddess, I know you can hear me, take me now to be with you because unfortunately, there is no use in living as a member of this family you placed me in. I snapped back to reality as mom's screaming voice called out across the room. I hurriedly grabbed my things and headed downstairs to meet the rest of my family. We arrived at the Lycan’s mansion, a sprawling estate built on sacred grounds where the pack’s most powerful wolves had ruled for generations. The building was lavishly constructed to Lycan Jason’s taste-marble floors etched with lunar phases, walls adorned with artifacts from inter-pack wars, and gardens blooming with nightshade flowers that enhanced shifter senses. As an omega, I felt out of place among the alphas and betas mingling in their finery, but I stepped inside and was handed a glass of wine infused with herbs to heighten awareness during rituals. Taking a sip of the wine I decided to give myself a tour, weaving through diverse guests: a dark-skinned alpha from the southern shadow claw park, his accent thick with desert lore; a beta woman with East Asian features, her silk gown embroidered with symbols of ancient wolf spirits. Yeah, that sounded fun until I remembered Mom’s words at the Mansion's door: "you know why you're here: to network, especially with these young alphas from allied families. Let's see how fascinating you'll be to them, and I definitely expect good news from you afterward" Oh well, I sure wouldn’t miss out on having fun while I'm at it. OH MY GOD! is that Gerald's painting on the wall? The very first and youngest Lycan to rule the wolf packs, a legendary figure who united fractured territories during the Blood Moon Wars. This portrait, said to be cursed with protective magic, cost a generational Fortune if I'm not mistaken. Looking further, I noticed his workers were neatly and professionally dressed, from the butler with his precise bow to the gardener tending rare moon bloom vines, the chef preparing dishes laced with pack-specific spices, and the chauffeur polishing vehicles enchanted for speed. I stared in awe. Lycan Jason, I must have underestimated your wealth; this is indeed incredible. I sure hope your successor is in line with your affluence and pack’s diverse heritage. What was that sound? I wandered back to the study, curiously searching for the source. There they were-a man and a woman, entangled in a passionate kiss, their scents mingling in the air thick with desire. Leaning forward for a better view, I clumsily tripped on my dress and fell face-first to the ground. Thank the Goddess I was fast enough to catch myself with my hands. I heard whispers and slowly looked up shyly. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt" I said clumsily, dusting off my outfit. "Yen yen yen-oh move it, you brat" the lady angrily shoved me aside and rushed out. I stared down at my fingers in embarrassment, but wait-that familiar scent wafting from the man standing before me; He cleared his throat in a way to get my attention; I was so lost in his all consuming aroma. Oh my Goddess, was he a fallen God or a fallen angel ? He has to be, nothing can justify all these beauty in one man. His eyes blazing like scorching sun yet calmed like the moon, his nose sculptured perfectly, his jaw sharp as a blade, his physique; tall with broad shoulders, and a waist line to die for, and his skin was as warm as an olive tone, hinting as mixed heritage from distant packs. I'm doomed! "Little girl, you've been quiet ever since you fixed your eyes on me. Speak up" He urged. Did he just refer to me-a full grown woman in her late twenties-as a little girl? Dressed in my emerald silk strapless gown, my raven hair cascading my lower back and shoulders, damn this body of mine. As an omega, I was not only weaker in shifts but cursed with a youthful appearance that made others underestimate me. How is anyone ever going to take me seriously, ugh! "I asked a question, which you might want to answer before I lose my patience" He said already riled up. "Yeah, I was taking a minute to breathe. I think something got in my eyes, and I was struggling to get it out" I lied. "Good for you. I'll be on my way out then" He replied coldly. A cold breeze swept past, carrying his scent straight into my nostrils. I remembered moms’ lesson: one easy way to recognize your mate was through their irresistible scent, a bond forged by the moon Goddess herself. He was so strong, messing with my head, awakening courage in me. I grabbed his hand, stopping him. He tore his gaze towards me, eyes demanding answers from me for such crazy move. "Wait, I can explain-even though it sounds funny, just hear me out please" I begged. "Get on with it" He muttered impatiently "You are my mate" I said confidently He laughed and snatched his hand away from mine without saying a word, leaving. I felt so horrible, should I cry? Shout, blame mom? Or him ? I'd humiliate myself and let him mock me. Mom's words ringing in my head about bringing positive news taunted me. Should I continue? What if I'm wrong? No! I felt it- he was the one. After years of searching for my mate, I wouldn’t let fear slip this away. Speed-walking through the halls, I chased him. Desperately catching up, I called his attention with a loud voice while muttering those words, WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY FROM ME? I TOLD YOU I AM YOUR MATE!!. Silence ..... He halted in his tracks Everyone's head snapped towards me in surprise. Oh my Godess what have I done?