THE UNWANTED OMEGA’S REVENGE

MARA’S POV

Fate is cruel.

And it became worse the day I turned eighteen.

For years, I had imagined this day would be the turning point of my life, the day I would finally find my fated mate, the one person who was destined to love me, protect me, and make me feel like I belonged. For a girl like me, an omega at the bottom of the pack , the mate bond was supposed to be a promise of salvation.

But fate had never been kind to me.

Not when it took my mother.

Not when it left me to the ruthless wolves.

And certainly not tonight.

I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers clenched in the folds of my dress as the sounds of the Crescent Moon Pack’s celebration echoed faintly through the walls.  Alpha Alex had called for a gathering tonight, to honor alliances, to welcome new ranks, to celebrate the season. To everyone else, it was just another night of laughter and dancing.

To me, it was judgment day. Just like the other days.

Since the night my mother died, everything in my life changed. Whispers followed me everywhere. Looks filled with pity or worse, suspicion haunted me wherever I went. Claire, my step-sister, was quick to tell everyone.

“She was the last one seen with her.”

“She argued with her mother that night.”

“She led to the death of her mother."

Lies. All of it.

But lies have a way of rooting themselves deeper than truth.

From that night on, my father stopped looking at me the same way. My mother’s absence became my curse. And the girl they had once called their daughter became nothing but a stain on the family name.

I had no wolf to defend me, no voice in my head to comfort me. The other girls shifted on their thirteenth birthdays, their wolves greeting them with warmth, power, and belonging. Mine never came. On the night of my first shift, all I felt was fire in my bones and then… silence.  But worse than silence was the truth whispered by the elders ,that my wolf hated me, had rejected me, and would never appear.

I was broken and unworthy omega.

I swallowed hard, staring at my reflection in the cracked mirror. My dark hair fell around my shoulders, my pale skin washed out by the moonlight spilling through the window. I didn’t feel ready. I wasn’t ready for the ceremony.

A sharp knock at my door made me flinch. My heart leapt for a foolish moment, hoping it might be my father wishing me a happy birthday, or… just something kind. But when I opened the door, his face was as cold and distant as the last five years had taught me to expect.

“The Alpha wants everyone at the hall,” he said flatly. His words sent a flicker of hope through me. Everyone. Did that mean me too? For once?

I nodded silently and followed the faint sound of music, my fingers curling against the doorframe until the wood bit into my skin.

When I finally stepped into the grand hall, the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, expensive wine, and the laughter of wolves who had found their place. I stayed near the edges, unnoticed except for the occasional glance. For a heartbeat, I allowed myself to imagine I belonged here, that maybe tonight could be different.

Claire was at the center of it all, draped in a glittering silver gown that clung to her like starlight. Her brown eyes sparkled as she twirled, letting the other she-wolves envy her while the males fawned at her feet. My father stood near the Alpha’s side, smiling proudly. My mother’s death had become Clara’s stage.

I kept my head down, slipping quickly through the crowd towards others. But before I could take another step, a hand clamped around my arm. My father’s. His disapproving eyes cut into me.

“Not you,” he hissed under his breath. “Did you really think you belonged here? You go to the Alpha’s quarters right now and make sure it’s spotless before he arrives. Do you understand?”

My stomach sank. A servant. That was all I was to him now. Not his daughter. Not a wolf of this pack. Just an omega made to scrub floors and polish wood.

And so, I went where I was told.

The Alpha’s quarters.

The moment I opened the heavy oak door, his scent hit me like a blow. Strong. Musky. Sharp, like the smoke of burnt cedar mixed with something darker , male desire that clung to the sheets, the curtains, even the air itself. My nose wrinkled, but there was no escaping it. His presence filled the room even when he wasn’t there.

And it wasn’t just his scent. It was theirs too. Different perfumes clung faintly to the bedding, the couch, the rugs. Floral. Sweet. Spiced. Too many to count. Too many women. Their laughter still seemed to echo faintly against the walls.

 Alpha Alex was a man known for his ruthlessness, but in these chambers, another truth lay bare. He was a man whore. Women were dragged to his bed like offerings, discarded the next morning as if they were nothing but toys. Rumors whispered through the pack, but here, in the sheets I was ordered to wash, those rumors became undeniable.

I stared at the bed, the silk covers tangled and stained with the truth of what had happened here. Heat flushed my cheeks not from innocence, but from disgust. To the pack, he was strength, dominant, and powerful. To the women he touched, he was conquest.

And to me? He was just another reminder that fate had played a cruel game with my life.

I set my jaw and forced my hands to move with disgust on my face but I had nothing to do, I was used to this.