I had a dream. In it, I stood at the altar in a white gown, Noah gently holding my hand, his forehead resting against mine. He was my Alpha, my husband by the laws of the pack, and the only one I thought would stay. “Sadie,” he whispered, “once you’re carrying our pup, I’ll announce to the world that marrying you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me.” Back then, I believed him. I was just a low-born Omega, but I dared to think I was enough for the most powerful Alpha of the North. Until the day that dream shattered like fragile glass. “I want a divorce.” That’s what Noah Greaves, Alpha heir to the Greaves bloodline, told me—calmly, clinically—across his office desk. I clutched a folded ultrasound report in my coat pocket. I had just come from the healer’s hut. Six weeks along. Our pup, finally. “What… did you say?” “I said,” he repeated, adjusting his silver cufflinks, “we should get a divorce. This arrangement has run its course.” My mind went blank. “I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. “Six weeks. I had the scan this morning.” For a moment, just a flicker, something cracked in his expression. But it vanished as quickly as it came. “Then get rid of it.” The words didn’t register at first. “You—what?” Noah stood, towering above me with the cold control of a born Alpha. His pheromones hummed through the air like frostbite. “Don’t try to trap me, Sadie. We both know this marriage was a transaction. Don’t make this messier than it needs to be.” “We’ve been married for two years. You said—” “I said what I had to,” he snapped. “To shut my mother up. To keep the Council quiet. But I never said I loved you.” He stepped closer. “And I never said I wanted your pup.” Before I could process anything, the office door opened. Aria Linford walked in—the very picture of a gentle, elegant Omega. Pale blue dress, soft curls, and a face I had seen too many times in Noah’s old photographs. His ex. His “true mate.” Her voice was soft. “You two are still fighting?” I could barely breathe. “Why are you here?” Aria cast her gaze down. “I never wanted to come between you. But you two… it’s not working. And I can’t keep pretending we weren’t meant to be.” “I’m carrying his child!” I screamed, shoving the ultrasound into her hands. She glanced at it, then smiled faintly. “Are you sure it’s his?” My hand struck her across the face before I even realized it. Noah shoved me back, fury lighting his eyes. “Have you lost your mind?!” He shielded Aria with his body. That was the moment I knew. It was over. I ran through the rain, cradling my belly like it was the last real thing I had left. I didn’t even feel the cold. But fate hadn’t finished with me yet. The alley was dark. The blow came fast. I collapsed against the stone, the pain in my abdomen sharp, searing. I was bleeding. “No…” I gasped, fingers trembling as I pulled out my phone. I called him. One ring. Two. No answer. I tried again. This time, someone picked up. “Noah—please—I’m bleeding. Our baby—save us—” Silence. Then a woman’s voice, soft and sweet as poison: “Sadie, you poor thing. I hope next time you stay dead.” It was Aria. I woke seven days later in a place I didn’t recognize. “She’s stabilizing,” a voice said. Calm. Female. “Stronger than I thought,” said another—deeper, male. I opened my eyes. A woman in a white cloak leaned over me. Her badge bore a silver vine sigil. “You’re safe now,” she said gently. “I’m Rima Solas. Omega. High-ranking tribal healer.” I blinked. “Where—my baby—” Rima nodded. “Still with you. Still fighting. It was your pup’s spiritual surge that saved you. You both would’ve died otherwise.” My throat closed up. “He’s… awake?” “More than that,” she said. “He stabilized your entire nervous system in utero. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She handed me a spiritual resonance chart. Twin pulses—one mine, one glowing in silver and gold. “Your child carries the Silvertail bloodline,” she said softly. “The mark of the Moon’s heir.” That’s when another figure stepped into the tent. He was tall, cloaked in silver and black, long white hair framing a face full of gravity. “Alric Nyven,” he said. “Delta. Elder Council Executor.” My skin crawled. “We’re not here to hurt you, Sadie,” he said. “We’re here for your child.” I stared. “Why?” “You are a descendant of the Silvertail line—wolves once chosen by Lunara herself. Your child… may be the first Spiritborne in centuries.” My blood turned to ice. “So the attack…” “Yes.” Alric’s eyes darkened. “They knew.” I looked down at my belly. So did Noah. And he still chose to leave me to die. That was the moment I stopped waiting to be saved. I’d already died once for love. Now I’d rise—for war.
I once thought the worst kind of pain was watching someone you love walk away. But no—true pain is knowing they let you die, even when they knew you were carrying their child. It’s been ten days since I woke up in the Moonscar Tribe’s healing tent. This place was far from the northern capitals, a neutral sanctuary under the Elder Council's quiet protection—built to shelter Omegas and Alphas suffering from pheromonal instability or violent awakenings. I had no title. No resources. No family. Worst of all, my name had been deleted from the Greaves family registry. In wolf society, that meant I was no longer a recognized citizen. I had become a ghost. “You must learn to control your spiritual pheromones, Sadie.” Rima Solas, Omega, chief tribal healer, stood by my side. Her scent was clean—grasses, herbs, and quiet steadiness. I bit down hard, trying not to cry out. Since my rescue, my spiritual energy had gone feral. With my pregnancy and partial awakening, every night brought pain and hallucinations. I saw Noah’s face. Heard him say, “Get rid of it.” Heard Aria’s voice over the phone, whispering, “You really are that stupid, Sadie.” I wanted to scream—but all I could do was choke on silence. “Your child is reversing the energy flow, protecting your core,” Rima said. “It’s causing an unnatural spike in spiritual bond fusion. Even your body can’t handle this.” “So I’ll die?” “No,” she replied quietly. “You’ll awaken. Or lose control completely.” I leaned back against the cot and gave a bitter laugh. “Sounds lovely.” “Unless,” she said, “you agree to undergo a guided lunar imprint ceremony.” My eyes snapped to hers. “The Moon Imprint?” She nodded. “The Silvertail mark within you has already begun to surface. If you don’t let the Moon’s will guide you, your system will continue to break down.” I was silent. I was an Omega. I didn’t want to depend on any Alpha—not even the Moon goddess. But I had a child now. And I couldn’t afford to die. “I’ll do it,” I said. Three days later, Alric Nyven returned. He was a Delta—one of the Elder Council’s top arbiters. He possessed rare empathic pheromone powers, capable of calming near-feral Alphas with a word. He was here today for me—an Omega branded unfit for recognition. “Your registration has been terminated,” he said plainly. “By pack law, an unbonded Omega must undergo spiritual testing and, if passed, submit to re-bonding with a qualified Alpha.” “I won’t bond with anyone,” I said coldly. He looked at me for a long moment. “Then you must survive the Moon Imprint Trial.” “I’ll take it.” “Even though the survival rate is below twenty percent?” I smiled, cold and sharp. “I’ve already died once. What more is there to lose?” That night, beneath a violet moon, I stood on the mountaintop in ceremonial robes, holding a dagger of lunar silver. The tribe circled around in solemn formation. Rima stood behind me, weaving energy runes into the ground. Alric carved ancient glyphs in the snow. A projection of Lunara, the Moon Goddess, flickered into existence above the circle. “Sadie Hale,” her voice echoed, “do you wish to sever your bond with your former Alpha, and walk freely as your own?” “I do.” I raised the dagger and slashed across the inner line of my wrist. Pain. Real, raw, soul-crushing pain. The severing. It wasn’t just physical. It was mental annihilation. I heard the psychic bonds snap inside my brain, each one screaming as it unraveled. I saw Noah’s imprint—the signature of his pheromones—ignite like paper and vanish. I collapsed, soaked in blood, but even then, I heard it. A whisper. “You did well, Sadie.” Lunara’s voice. The voice of the moon. “You are no longer his. You are your own.” When I awoke, Rima was weeping softly. “You’re the first to survive a bond severing during pregnancy. And the only one to awaken after.” I looked down. The silver crescent now pulsed on my wrist—a mark of an Awakened. Sadie Hale, for the first time, belonged to no one. A few days later, I saw Riven Cross. Once a Beta, now an honorary Alpha and commander of the Redwing Guard. He stood tall, armored in silver and red, battle-scarred and composed. He had once been my upperclassman—the boy who gave me orange juice at the Greaves banquet, when I was too nervous to speak. “You’re here,” I rasped. He smiled faintly. “You’re alive. That’s all that matters.” “I’m not the same person anymore.” “You never should’ve been the person they forced you to be,” he said softly. “This you… is finally someone they can’t ignore.” That night, beneath the moon, I pressed my palm against my belly. The child within stirred gently. “We’ll finish this,” I whispered. “Together.” Not for revenge. But because I would never bow again.
They say the deadliest thing in a wolf pack isn’t fangs—it’s deception. Noah Greaves had always been good at hiding things. He could smile and walk Aria down the red carpet for the cameras, while I lay in a pool of blood, phone call unanswered, and post a memorial for me the next day. “May the deceased rest in peace. You deserved better in your next life.” —@NoahGreaves The comments section went wild. “You’re too kind.” “Let’s hope she won’t disturb you and Aria anymore.” “Finally, you and Aria are official!” Meanwhile, I was in the Southern Moonscar Tribe’s valley, piecing my shattered soul together after severing my Alpha bond. “They buried me well,” I muttered, scrolling through trending topics. [#HeirOfGreavesEngagedAgain] [#FormerOmegaWifeMissing] [#BabyScandal: Sadie Was Never Pregnant?] The last one was posted by Kara Venn, a Beta, Aria’s best friend, and now self-proclaimed “Chief Organizer of the Engagement Committee.” She even released a falsified DNA report claiming my child didn’t belong to Noah. I clenched my jaw and closed the screen. My son Caelum—barely six weeks inside me—had already been judged and condemned by the world. “You really want to go public?” Rima Solas, the healer, stood by the window, looking concerned. “I have to,” I said. “But your awakening isn’t complete. Your spiritual core is unstable.” “Exactly,” I smiled coldly. “Let them see that I’m no longer the docile, obedient ‘contract mate.’” “What are you planning?” “A broadcast.” That night, I stood atop the Moon Shrine, dressed in the tribe’s white ceremonial robe, and activated the live stream. Over eight million viewers flooded in within minutes. 【Wasn’t she dead?!】 【What is this—some rural ritual cosplay?】 【Wait… if she’s alive, what does that say about Noah?】 I stared into the lens, voice cool and sharp: “My name is Sadie Hale, Omega. I’m the one you called missing, unstable, or dead.” “I didn’t die. And I’m not insane.” “I was betrayed.” Two minutes in, the tide began to turn. 【She’s pale. Looks desperate.】 【She’s lying for sympathy. Noah’s a good guy.】 【Wait, is that a healing sigil on her belly?!】 I calmly lifted the protective charm from my abdomen, revealing the glowing symbols and a stabilizing fetal rune. “I’m alive because I had to protect my child.” “You said he wasn’t Noah’s? Then explain this spiritual resonance report—authorized and verified by the Elder Council.” I displayed the documents in full. The stream glitched for several seconds. Several major accounts disappeared from the viewership list. In the North, chaos exploded. Noah went from “beloved Alpha fiancé” to “predatory scumbag,” Aria was labeled “homewrecker moonlight,” and Kara got every one of her platforms banned. They hadn’t expected me to fight back—certainly not like this. But most of all, they hadn’t expected me to survive. Three days later, a formal request arrived from House Greaves. “They’re asking for mediation,” Rima said grimly at the council meeting. “Claiming you’re mentally unstable and must be ‘re-admitted’ into treatment.” I laughed. “Then let’s show them how unstable I can be.” That night, I sat in my meditation chamber when my head split with agony. An unauthorized psychic connection tore through my mental barriers. “Alpha imprint detected—attempting reconnection.” “Noah,” I hissed. He was forcing a bond reactivation—trying to awaken old subservience buried in my Omega core. “Don’t you dare…” I gasped, sweat pouring down my face. A sudden surge exploded from within me—my child’s energy fused with mine, awakening something deeper. A flash of silver. I unleashed my spiritual energy with a scream— Boom. The chamber shook. Devices cracked. Rima and several Deltas rushed in. “She’s countering it!” Rima shouted. “But the overload—” “I said, don’t touch me!” I roared. When I opened my eyes, the link had been burned away. Alric arrived shortly after, his expression unreadable. “Sadie Hale,” he said, “as of this moment, you are officially recognized as a Silvertail Awakened—provisional heir.” I looked at my hand, the silver lines glowing faintly. I wasn’t a victim anymore. I was a threat. And then Riven brought news. “There’s a Lunar Bonding Ceremony next week. The Council wants you to attend.” My brows furrowed. “That’s an Alpha-Omega pairing ritual.” “Yes,” Riven replied. “But this time, you’re the ‘exception.’” “…What does that mean?” He hesitated. “Noah will be there.” I turned toward the distant sky, moonlight slicing across my face. Fine. If he wants to see me again— Then I’ll show him exactly what he lost.
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