Nova
The burn in my chest was suffocating, a crushing weight that stole my breath. Maybe it was from running—this weak, compromised body barely holding on—or maybe it was the knife lodged deep in my heart, twisting with every thought of him.
He lied to me.
He promised it was just a marriage on paper, a mere contract between two packs.
And fucking wasn't a part of that contract.
Turns out Andressa was right.
He didn't love me, I was never going to be his Luna. Just another omega to be abused, a vessel, something to be used and discarded. The only thing that mattered to him was the baby growing inside me. Not me. Never me.
The night stretched out before me, endless and empty, the sky moonless, black and hollow. My flashlight flickered, struggling, the dim glow barely cutting through the trees.
I could barely see now.
A sob clawed its way up my throat. God, I felt so fucking stupid. So worthless.
It was my fault, wasn't it? For believing. For hoping. For thinking, even for a second, that the Alpha could love someone like me.
Had I really thought he would make me his Luna? That he would stand beside me, show me to the world, let the pack see me as something more than filth? That he would ever see me as more than a useless, broken thing?
I was delusional.
I guess Mom was right.
No matter how much I changed, no one would ever want me.
Even my own parents.
And yet, I dared to dream. To hope.
So stupid.
The flashlight sputtered out completely, and I slowed down, my steps faltering. The exhaustion slammed into me all at once—the
burning in my limbs, the ache in my joints. My body wasn't made for this.
Werewolves could run for days.
But not me.Never me.
He called me his mate. Held me. Lied to me. Told me he loved me. Always had an excuse for why he never claimed me.
Alphas are territorial. They mark what's theirs.
And yet, I bore no mark.
But I could bear his heir.
That should have told me everything.
A bitter laugh caught in my throat, breaking into a wheeze. My vision blurred, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I had have been running for hours. I was far from the pack now.
Far from him.
I was running away.
Running from him.
Running from the love that still clawed at my chest.
Running from the bond that refused to break, even as it strangled me.
Because if I stopped —if I let him find me—he would beg me to stay. And I would. Just like I always did.
And of course, I would find a reason.
An excuse for the way he desecrated our bond.
An excuse for why he betrayed me.
My pace slowed to a crawl, my body screaming for rest. Just a little longer. Just until sunrise.
Then—
My foot caught on something.
The jagged stump sent me sprawling, my body slamming into the cold earth. A sharp crack of pain—my head colliding with something hard.
A rock.
The world tilted. Faded.
Then—nothing.
At least now, I was safe.
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"Sire she's alive."
The voice was distorted, warped by the haze of unconsciousness.
"Bring her to me."
That wasn't Kain. I knew his voice, even in my sleep. And this—this wasn't him.
A cold dread clawed up my spine.
Had I been found by rogue wolves?
No, why would wolves be roaming in their human forms on a moonless night?
Unless—
Vampires.
My pulse stuttered. I didn't know much about them, only the whispers, the warnings. But I did know one thing; their bites were lethal to werewolves.
I felt myself being dragged. The rough ground
scraped against my skin, every jagged rock and broken twig digging into my flesh. My body was too weak to fight it.
Then my eyes fluttered open.
Darkness still swallowed the world, thick and
endless, but now—shapes moved around me.
Men.
Panic flared, but my body refused to move, refused to obey. I was dead weight, limp and helpless as they dropped me at someone's
feet.
Not just anyone.
'Sire'
"I know you're awake," the voice above me said, deep and laced with irritation. "Stand."
Every fiber of my being screamed against it, but I forced my body up. My limbs trembled as I lifted my head and met his gaze.
And in that instant, my worst fear was confirmed.
Pale skin. Sunken eyes. That unnatural stillness.
Vampire.
He watched me in silence, eyes dragging over me like he was trying to decipher a puzzle.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"This one is weak. Omega bloodline." His tone was dismissive, bored. "She can't be used for the sacrifice. Kill her."
My heart dropped.
His words echoed in my head.
Kill her
Kill me.
I was going to die at the hands of vampires.
Of all the ways my story could have ended, this was the Moon Goddess's final joke.
Orphaned. Abused. Mistreated. Cheated on. And now slaughtered like cattle.
How ironic.
"Can we at least feed on her?" one of them asked, his voice dripping with hunger.
"It would be a waste to just kill her," another added.
The leader, 'Sire' waved a dismissive hand as he pulled a cigar from his pocket, lighting it with slow precision.
"Yeah, sure. Knock yourselves out."
The vampires inched closer, their eyes dark with hunger, tongues running over their teeth in anticipation.
I was going to die.
But what did it matter? My life was already meaningless anyway.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing
myself to accept it.
But I couldn't.
Not like this.
Not as food.
Not drained dry like some pathetic animal.
I didn't want to know what it felt like to have my blood siphoned away, to be torn into.
I took a breath—shaky, weak—and forced out the only words I could think of.
"Wait—" My voice cracked. "You don't want my blood. Everyone knows omegas taste like shit."
Silence.
Sire's brow lifted, amusement flickering in his otherwise dead expression.
"You speak?" His tone was laced with intrigue.
Good. Intrigue was good.
"Y-yeah," I stammered. "You really don't want to feed on me." I turned to the others, desperate, pleading. "I eat a lot of junk. My blood probably tastes… disgusting."
A pause.
Then—
"If you're gonna kill me, just do it," I said, swallowing my fear. "Just don't feed on me. Please."
Sire exhaled a slow stream of smoke, tilting his head as he studied me.
"Why?" he asked. "Have you ever been fed on? Why would you insist on death?"
"Because l heard it a really painful way to go plus I'm gonna die if you feed on me anyway" I said earnestly, my voice steadier now. "I just don't want to die in the worst pain possible."
The amusement drained from his face as he stepped forward.
Towering over me.
Looking down at me like filth.
"Yet another misinformed little wolf" He said as he raised his finger to my chin, forcing me to look at him
"I'll show you the truth"
I swallowed hard.
"Feed" he said flatly to his men, turning away.
But then he stopped.
His head tilted slightly, his gaze snapping back to me.
His eyes widened.
The silence was deafening.
"You're pregnant."
The words rang out like a death sentence.
He had heard it. My baby's heartbeat.
I didn't speak. I only nodded.
Sire exhaled sharply, tapping ash from his cigar.
"Well," he said slowly, eyes gleaming with something dark. "Count yourself lucky, little wolf. You're not dying… yet."
A smirk curled at the edge of his lips.
"You're coming with us."