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 told me he loved me, he promised it was just a marriage on paper, that it was never real.
And you can't fuck paper, can you? But that damned video looked very real.
Andressa was right.
He didn't love me, he didn't want me, I was just a means for him to prove that he wasn't his father.
That he was better.
A vessel 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.
Surrounded by the darkness, I felt even more abandoned, even more alone.
A sob clawed its way up my throat. God, I felt so fucking used. So worthless.
It was my all my fault. For believing. For thinking, even for a second, he was actually in love with me, that it wasn't just a misplaced sense of duty. That he actually wanted to be with someone like me.
Did I really think that at some point 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. Unloved from birth. Cursed to be nothing. A forgotten, wolfless omega.
And yet, I desired to be wanted, to be yearned for.
So stupid.
The flashlight sputtered out completely plunging me into complete darkness 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.
Mate to an Alpha but here I was, without his mark, he never truly claimed me as his, but I fed on his excuses, gobbled up all his lies with joy because it was better than facing my reality.
He had rejected me, but just not to my face.
A bitter laugh caught in my throat, breaking into a wheeze as vision blurred. My breath coming in ragged gasps. I must 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 stayed—if I let him find me—he would beg me to stay. And I would. Just like I always did.
I would find a reason. An excuse for the way he desecrated our bond. An excuse for the way he betrayed me.
An excuse for the way he fucked someone else and still called me his.
My pace slowed to a crawl, my body screaming for rest. But I couldn't rest, I just had to endure for a little longer 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 I wasn't in pain anymore.
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"Sire she's still 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 rouge 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 stories of how they tormented our pack. But I did know one thing—their bites were lethal to wolves.
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 around me, 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 muscle in my body 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 ritual. Kill her."
My heart dropped.
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. That bitch must really hate me.
"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.
And yet—
I couldn't fight. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to accept
But not like this.Not as food.Not drained dry like some pathetic,whimpering animal.
I didn't want to know what it felt like to have my blood siphoned away, to be pierced 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.
"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 instant death?"
"Because it's better," I shot back, my voice
steadier now. "Better than my last act in this world being—nourishing you people."
His smirk widened.
"Ah. You people," he drawled. "You mean bloodsuckers. Vampires."
"Y-yes," I admitted.
The amusement drained from his face as he stepped forward, towering over me.Looking down at me like filth.
"And why," he murmured, voice quiet and laced with menace, "would I ever respect the wishes of a lowly wolf?"
I swallowed hard.
"Kill her," he said flatly, 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 dark smirk curled at the edge of his lips.
"You're coming with us."