It started with whispers.
Selene didn't raise her voice when she spoke about me—she didn't need to. Her words were poison laced with honey, spreading like wildfire through the pack.
"An omega pretending to be Luna. That sucks."
"Carrying the Alpha's heir doesn't make her worthy. She's just an omega. A filthy one."
"Even mistakes can get pregnant. What a world."
Every time I entered a room, silence fell. Every time I walked away, laughter followed. I tried to ignore it, tried to keep my head down, but Selene made sure I couldn't.
At first, it was small things.
My clean laundry disappearing from the lines.
A plate of food "accidentally" dropped into the dirt before I could touch it.
The sneer of a warrior when I passed, his loyalty tied not to me, but to Selene's bloodline.
But then it escalated.
One afternoon, I was sent to fetch water from the well on the far side of the territory. My stomach had begun to swell, a visible reminder of the life I carried. The weight made me slower, weaker, but I never complained. I couldn't afford to. I need to be strong for my child. I can do this.
When I reached the well, Selene was already there, her golden hair gleaming in the sun, her posture regal even as she pretended to "help" the omegas. She smiled when she saw me, but it wasn't kindness. It was a warning.
"Well, if it isn't our little Bluemoon guest," she said sweetly, her words laced with mockery. "Fetching water for the pack? How… fitting."
I bowed my head, choosing silence. I don't want to cause trouble here. Jacob might get mad and do something.
Selene stepped closer, her voice lowering. "You really think bearing his child makes you untouchable? Wolves like you don't become queens. You become cautionary tales."
"I know my place. I am here for the child. No more, no less." I said.
Her words made my chest ache, but before I could move, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear.
"Accidents happen, little omega. Especially to fragile things like you. So ..... Be extra careful."
Then, as if nothing had been said, she straightened, laughing lightly and walking away, leaving me trembling by the well. I am trembling not because she's intimidating but for the fact that she can do something evil to my child.
I told myself she was only trying to scare me. That she wouldn't dare. That Jacob wouldn't allow it. But as the week went on, I realized Selene wasn't content with whispers anymore.
She wanted proof of her power.
It was late one evening when it happened. I was returning to the packhouse after cleaning the kitchen, my body aching with exhaustion. The hallways were quiet, dimly lit, the night air pressing against the windows.
And then—footsteps.
Before I could turn, a hard shove sent me crashing into the wall. My breath left me in a sharp gasp, pain radiating down my side. My hands instinctively flew to my stomach, shielding the small life within.
Selene stood in the shadows, her eyes gleaming with cold fire.
"You don't belong here," she hissed. "You don't belong with him. And you certainly don't deserve to carry what should have been mine."
I staggered back, shaking my head. "Please… don't—"
But she didn't listen. She lunged, her hand striking out toward me, her claws half-shifted, aiming for the very place I was trying to protect.
"No!" I cried, twisting away, but my back slammed into the wall again. Pain shot through me. My legs buckled.
And then—he was there.
Jacob's hand caught Selene's wrist mid-strike, his grip iron, his eyes burning like hellfire.
The entire corridor seemed to tremble under the weight of his fury.
"What do you think you're doing?" His voice was deadly calm, the kind of calm that preceded destruction.
Selene froze, her confident mask shattering. "Jacob—I—I was—"
"Trying to harm what's mine," he finished for her, his grip tightening until she gasped in pain.
"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You know I'm the better choice. You know she's nothing—"
The crack of his growl cut her off, deep and feral, echoing through the hall. "Enough."
With a sharp motion, he released her, and she stumbled back, cradling her wrist. His presence towered over both of us, but his gaze was fixed solely on her.
"If you ever touch her—or the child—again, I will tear your throat out myself," he snarled.
The silence that followed was suffocating. Selene's face twisted with shock, then fury, but she didn't dare speak. She turned and stormed away, her steps echoing down the hall.
When she was gone, the tension didn't ease. Jacob turned to me, his eyes still blazing, his chest rising and falling with restrained rage.
I pressed my back to the wall, trembling, my arms wrapped protectively around my stomach. My heart pounded in terror.
He stepped closer. Too close. His hand lifted, brushing against my cheek—not gently, but firmly, possessively.
"You will not be touched," he said, his voice softer now, but no less terrifying. "Not by her. Not by anyone."
I swallowed hard, my body betraying me with a shiver. "Why… why do you care?"
His thumb lingered against my skin, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Because you and that child belong to me. And I do not share what's mine."
The words left me breathless, caught between fear and something I dared not name.
And as he pulled away, leaving me shaken and confused, one truth settled deep in my chest:
Selene wasn't going to stop. She will do everything just to get lost of me and my baby.
But neither was Jacob.
And I was caught between a jealous rival's hatred and an Alpha's dangerous obsession. How can I escape from this? I just want to live normal and happy with my precious child.