Evangeline Rose is an omega with no memories of her past. Orphaned at a young age she was taken in by the Alpha of the Silver Mountain pack. Grateful for her life and all she has; she keeps her wishes and desires a secret. But what happens when she comes of age and her life is destroyed by those that she holds dear? When heart-breaking truths come to light, she is forced into the grasp of a beast; an Alpha Prince known to be ruthless, dangerous, and cruel.

A fate she tries to escape but finds herself trapped with no solution in sight. With recurring nightmares that haunt her nights begin to increase, foreshadowing a terrifying truth, Evangeline needs to get to the bottom of whatever it is that is plaguing her life before it catches up to her.

A prince of darkness and an omega orphan, they are worlds apart yet destined to collide. When secrets, lies, and a forgotten curse come into play, they are forced to embark upon a journey filled with passion, hatred, and temptation.

Mixed in with a forced union, old flames, and manipulation, Evangeline is plunged into a game larger than her. Will she be able to make it through, or will she succumb to those around her?

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1. Just an Omega

EVANGELINE.

My eighteenth birthday. A night that should be memorable, one that every werewolf waits for. For me last night was meant to be so important. Being that I am the weakest of the pack, my options are already limited, but after last night things just got worse.

I am Omega. I am the lowest on the food chain, prey. A nobody.

An omega is only good for two things; to serve as a pup carrier or a plaything for a wolf who wanted me. That’s what’s expected anyway. As an omega we are meant to be meek and submissive, and most of all, compliant.

"Happy birthday dear." Grandmother Philomena says, placing the beautiful cake in front of me. The cake is covered in black fondant with red roses of edible icing.

The glowing candles on the cake dance before my eyes, blurring into glimmering spots as I look at the cake. Something that is meant to be a happy moment for me really isn't…

Last night I didn't shift, although I should have…

Of everything, I didn't expect this. When I stood under the moon, nothing happened. I didn’t even feel her presence… I was devastated. Without my wolf, I am useless, even as an Omega. I wouldn’t survive the Alpha’s knot, nor would I be able to carry a pup.

Sure, Alpha Aeron said it might just be the fact that there may have been a mistake in my date of birth, as I had lost all memories of my past... but Grandmother Philomena had taken me to the oracle years ago to determine my age. Surely she couldn’t be wrong.

No matter how shaken I was, I simply smiled at the Alpha and nodded, although I knew no one believed that either. I am just a failure, I bet they regret even taking me under their wing.

But what hurt me most was the look of disappointment on Sinclair’s face when I didn’t shift. Sinclair, the Alpha’s son and the man I yearn for, he even took me to buy this dress a few days ago, but all that excitement was for nothing.

Last night, when I didn't shift, he had silently turned and left, and I don't blame him.

The distant chant of "happy birthday" from a room full of fake friends, still reaches my ears, despite being consumed by my emotions and thoughts. I can't shut them out completely, and Grandmother Philomena had organised this for me, I have to show her that I’m grateful.

"You're eighteen, congratulations Evangeline, here cut the cake." Someone passes me a knife, and I hear myself thanking them.

It isn't a big party, just a few young men and women that Grandmother Philomena had invited. It still feels like too many people, this was the first time that I am actually getting a party after all.

I'm surprised she didn’t cancel, especially since I never got my wolf, but I guess it was too late to cancel. My eyes scan around the vast space, looking for him.

Where are you, Sinclair? You promised to be here…

I am scared that he is disgusted with me since I never got my wolf… It still hurt to know he had just turned and left yesterday.

Usually Alpha Aeron, Sinclair and Grandmother Philomena would give me a present, and we would have dinner together, something I cherished. Despite the fact that Alpha Aeron was a busy man leading one of the most powerful packs in the country, he still made time for me.

"There you go, dear." Grandmother Philomena smiles endearingly as she feeds me a bite of cake.

"Thank you, Grandmother Philomena." I smile as I eat the cake.

Chocolate, my favourite.

"Smile child." She murmurs as she gives me a hug.

Am I not acting normal? Of course, with guests, she wouldn’t want me behaving like I was miserable. I am being ungrateful… She is throwing me a party, yet here I am acting all gloomy.

I look around the room, smiling gently. But inside, I still feel uneasy and am chastising myself for upsetting Grandmother Philomena.

This is a room full of people who know I am not one of them, I am just an Omega, and they are all ranked she-wolves, but of course, they would want to attend. What better chance to get a glimpse of, or spend time with Sinclair, than this?

I scan the room looking for him, and my heart skips a beat at just the thought of him.

Why isn't he here?

Although I am different, I never let it get to me.

"Go mingle." Grandmother Philomena orders and I have to obey.

Taking a deep breath, I ventured into the midst of the guests.

I walk through the crowds, thanking people for coming and for their gifts. They are pleasant to me because Grandmother Philomena has eyes everywhere. After a while when Grandmother Philomena leaves the room, I walk over to the refreshment table and help myself to a refreshing iced drink. I am so disappointed that Sinclair isn't here… he promised me.

"Evangeline." I turn to look at the group of she-wolves who have approached me.

They are all older than I am, in their early twenties, and luckily, they aren't some of my bullies. I can see Celia across the room, talking avidly, or more like showing off to the others. But she is a high-ranked she-wolf after all.

I move a little further over, hoping they want to help themselves to food and not bother with small talk. "Hello." I say, smiling politely at the women in front of me.

Two of these are of Alpha blood, and I lower my head in submission.

"Where’s Sinclair?" One of them asks, helping herself to a drink.

I sip my drink, quickly. "I don’t really know. I'm sorry." I say, looking around.

Another two roll their eyes, whilst one of them shakes her head. "Can you call him? We were really hoping he’d be here." My hands begin to tremble with nervousness, and my eyes are darting around. It is no surprise they were here for him.

No one showed up for me, only him, and now I am wasting their time. Another reason for them to dislike me. Yet still, my eyes prickle, knowing the one person I thought would never let me down did. Sinclair broke his promise."I'm afraid I don’t know where he’ll be." I mumble, feeling awful.

"Obviously, you're just an omega. She has no right to call him Katya."

"So we came for no reason…" Katya murmurs.

"I’m sorry. Excuse me…" I say politely, trying not to let my emotions show. It hurt when they said that… I am a person with feelings… I get it; no one wants to come to my party. I don't either.

Unable to handle more of their snide comments and judgy eyes, I excused myself, no one really cares, carrying on with their conversations without even sparing me a glance."Great. I came here for him." I hear one of them complain to the others.

"Same, why else would we attend an Omega’s party." A third whispers.

"Shush, you don’t want Lady Philomena to hear you."

I left the hall disheartened. I wanted Sinclair here too. He promised me, but I haven't seen him since last night at all.

It hurts.

2. My Birthday

EVANGELINE.

Entering the bathroom, I feel disappointed.

He said he’d be here…

I look in the mirror. Staring back at me is a woman who looks beautiful in a red gown, with black hair, tawny grey eyes, and pale skin, with a dusting of freckles over my slender nose and cheeks. I have more meat on me than the average woman. I prod the top of my arm, very consciously aware of the curve of fat there. Even my cheeks aren't refined…

I am of age now but… I don't have a wolf; will it make a difference to him? Is that why he isn't here?

I grew up around Sinclair, and over the years, the admiration I felt for him soon changed to something more… I had even dressed up in the dress he purchased for me without complaint. Even put makeup on tonight too, hoping he’d realise I wasn’t just the little omega girl he had saved.

I fix my hair, smoothing my dress, about to leave the bathroom when my nemesis, Celia Huntington, the daughter of an Alpha of the Wolf Arrow pack, walks in with her two sidekicks.

"Look, it’s the omega trash who thinks just because she’s in a pretty dress, that she’s above us all." Celia scoffs.

I don't want to respond. If I do, it will only make her react worse. She wants a reaction, one I refuse to give her. After all, she is bitter since her boyfriend had tried to get it on with me.

Dark Falls is right in the centre of six packs, and one of the few schools that all the packs sent their kids to.

"Aiy don’t ignore her! She’s talking to you!" Gwen snaps, grabbing my arm as I walk past them, forcing me to stop.

I turn and look at them. All three are gorgeous, and you can tell from their toned physiques that they are excellent fighters too.

"Well, she probably thinks she is going to get lucky now that she is eighteen." Celia taunts, stepping closer.

"Wait, wait, does she think Sinclair would want her?" Janet jeers, making the other two laugh. “He’s not even here.”

I look down, waiting for them to just get their bullying over with, so I can leave. It’s easier if you just stay silent anyway…

Celia pinches my arm, her nails dig in harshly, I press my lips in a line fighting the urge to palm her perfectly straight nose. It wouldn’t be worth the beatdown I would get afterwards.

"Ah, look at that fat there! Jeesh! Work out a little fatty!" She hisses.

"Yeah, nobody wants a fat little Omega bitch." Celia sits. The other two keep glancing at the door, making sure no one comes in.

I do little workouts, but because I am an omega, I'm not really allowed to train with the warriors. Heck, I don’t think I’d be able to keep up anyway. Besides, I take enough beatdowns at school. Glad I'm almost done with that place. I'm not going to voluntarily sign up for extra.

“Is that what you’re hoping for, Omega, that Sinclair will take you as his, love and cherish you?” Celia laughs. I swallow, glancing away, and Celia chuckles. “Don’t delude yourself Omega, the only thing Omegas are used for are side bitches, for the main bitch to order around.”

"She doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as Sinclair." Gwen mutters.

They keep their voices down, and I know why. I may be an Omega, but I am still adopted by Alpha Aeron. They don't want to upset him, especially at his own mansion.

I know Celia doesn’t like me because I’m an Omega. Some Omegas are loved by high-ranking males and hated by ranked females. Where the Alpha may have a few favourite Omegas, the Luna or other females will treat the omegas like dirt. That is the life expected of me, that someday I'll serve an Alpha or Beta if I am lucky. Maybe it is because I spent the last decade being taken care of by an Alpha family, but I don't want that at all.

“Do you want to be my little bitch Evangeline, I will gladly give you my sloppy seconds, you know; gotta give to charity and all good deeds and all that. Daddy always taught me to give to the less fortunate. Maybe I will even let you suck him off after he’s done with me just so you can taste what a real woman tastes like.” her friends laugh as she leans in closer.

I grit my teeth, trying not to let her words get to me, but it still hurts.

“Is that what you want? For me to take you as my charity case?” she sneers, looking me up and down. “And don’t forget to thank me when you're down cleaning me off him, that’s all Omegas are worth, cleaning up after their Luna’s.”

Gwen giggles beside her. “I bet she would enjoy every second,” she sneers.

"Well, would you…" Celia trails off as the bathroom door opens, her scornful expression changing to a smile as she flicks her long hair over her shoulder, giving a smile to the woman who enters. “Well see you later, once again, enjoy your birthday.”

They turn and leave and I sigh, forcing a smile onto my face.

I slip out of the bathroom, knowing that Grandmother Philomena won't be happy if I am gone for long.

Walking down the hall, I hesitate, really not wanting to return to the room of young women who don’t want to be around me.

Silently I turn and walk towards the garden, I could use some fresh air. The best part of being an omega was that your presence isn't noticed.

"…Aeron I assure you, we need her gone." comes Grandmother Philomena’s voice. It is filled with irritation and warning, and I freeze, unsure of what is going on. But something tells me this was not a conversation I should be listening in on.

Wasn’t the Alpha meant to be out for work?

Should I leave?

"Mother, I understand, but are you certain?"

"Of course I am Son. Sinclair’s eyes have been on her for a while now… and I fear it might be more than just a sexual attraction."

"I don’t know, I can’t get my head around that. Evangeline is-"

I am about to tiptoe away when I freeze, hearing my name, and I place a hand on my chest.

"A beautiful young woman, and as much as I don't care if Sinclair keeps her as his, on the side. An emotional attachment to an omega is dangerous. She needs to go." There is finality in the old Luna’s voice, and I wonder if Alpha Aeron will agree.

Terror begins to seep into me as I wait, with bated breaths for his reply.

He won't agree… right?

That pause feels like an eternity.

"You’re right, he is the only heir I have… I will have Evangeline gone soon. But do not speak a word to her, I will do it myself.

"Good and make haste. You know the charm of these Omegas." She adds distastefully. It takes everything in me to not break down. My world is crashing down. Just when I thought my birthday couldn’t get any worse.

3. A Heart Breaking Reality

EVANGELINE.

"Yes, so I assume you have potential women lined up for him?" Alpha Aeron asks.

"Yes, ones that will make ideal Lunas." Grandmother Philomena replies.

My stomach sinks further and my eyes burn viciously.

My heart is thundering as I silently back away from the slightly ajar door.

Why is she so hateful towards me? Didn’t she like me?

But it makes no sense, she has never let on anything of the sort, that she isn't happy with me… Unless she saw how Sinclair cares for me.

I want love… But who am I kidding? Sinclair, the man I love, is out of my league. After all, he is the future Alpha of the Silver Mountain Pack.

Sinclair is the one who found me in that town that fateful night, one dark, snowy night. He had been out hunting with his father, Alpha Aeron when they had stumbled upon the blood-ridden town. Sinclair had caught sight of me when they had tried to look for survivors, walking along with no memories of what happened or where I was.

I only knew one thing, and that was my name. Evangeline. Sinclair was only thirteen at the time, and I had been around eight… When he found me, I was covered in blood, clutching a teddy. From the bodies, they realised they were all humans, so they had quickly got me out of there before the police showed up.

I was lucky enough to be brought back to safety with them and even luckier that the Alpha decided to adopt me, although I was just an Omega. Sinclair had lost his mother and younger brother only a few months prior to that night, and so the Alpha had thought he could use the company and decided to adopt me.

I always admired him and wanted to make him proud growing up, but that soon changed into more…

I place a hand on my thundering heart, suddenly feeling very alone when I realise I am about to lose the only family I have. Lose the only life I have known.

Alpha Aeron will make sure I am gone… Maybe it's best I leave before then.

How could I be so foolish? Obviously, Grandmother Philomena wants only the very best for her grandson. After all, he is the only heir and the future Alpha. Only an Alpha-blood female will be fit for Luna since he never found his chosen mate… He can't just have anyone, let alone someone like me.

Goddess, I am so stupid!

I brush the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes away as I turn, hurrying down the hall. I don't want to return to that party anymore.

I run into the back garden, staring down at the water in the fountain, my heart racing rather fast.

The weather is cool, and the moon is shining, but I feel devastated.

I didn’t think the day could get any worse, but it just did.

"Evangeline." I freeze as I realise who just called me, and I'm not sure if I should turn.

Sinclair…

I turn, knowing it will be disobeying my future Alpha if I don't. So I turn slowly and gaze up into his handsome face, trying not to let my anguish show. Is the Moon Goddess out to get me? Not only did I lose one family, but now two. And now I will be removed from the one man I want with every fibre of my being. Is she trying to break me, because I can assure her right now there is nothing else left to break.

He tilts his head, and those sexy eyes observe me.

"Is something wrong? What is it, Angel?" He asks, using the pet name that gets to me every time…

I open my mouth, wanting to tell him what was said inside when I remember Grandmother Philomena’s words. I observe Sinclair intently, not missing the way his eyes flicker to my breasts.

I like him too… and I would love to be a part of his life, but there can be nothing between us… Now that I can't even shift, I really am of no use… It would be selfish of me to even beg that of him.

"Nothing’s wrong." I mumble quietly. I realise this is the first time I've lied to him.

His eyes narrow calculatingly before he reaches down and caresses my cheek.

"Are you sure?" He asks, stepping closer.

My heart is racing as his gaze travels to my lips.

"Yeah…" I reply, trying my best not to back away. His hand doesn't move from my cheek, his touch makes my body react.

"You’re lying to me." He says quietly in a raspy voice as he leans in closer, his gaze dipping to my lips.

"Sinclair…" I whisper softly, as he cups my face.

I know we shouldn’t… not after what I just heard inside.

He doesn't respond, his lips press against mine in a tender, deep kiss that steals my breath away. I gasp, daring to place my hands on the much taller man’s chest.

Sinclair is kissing me… I should make him stop, but I can't bring myself to push him away.

The kiss that starts off gentle suddenly becomes hungrier and rougher. I feel him throb against me. I tense, only for him to plunge his tongue into my mouth, and it is at this moment that fear envelops me. His hold becomes tighter, painful even, and I'm no longer enjoying this.

I force myself back, unable to stop myself from pushing his chest, with what little strength I have. He stares down at me with his blazing eyes.

"What’s wrong?" He asks, his voice sounding almost harsh. “You were late, you promised me.” I murmur. His eyes flicker dark, his jaw clenching. “Sinclair..I–” I try to speak, yet words fail me as the look on his face turns darker.

I shake my head, feeling scared, and I step back, my heart thundering.

For a moment, I don’t recognise the man before me. “I asked you a question. What is wrong, Evangeline?”

He is looking at me with an animalistic hunger that was so different from the Sinclair I knew…

"It’s nothing-"

"Isn’t this what you wanted?" He asks, sounding frustrated.

I shake my head, making his frown deepen.

"No, I mean! It is… it was… but- but don’t you need to take a Luna of Alpha blood?" I ask quietly.

He raises an eyebrow.

"And? What’s that got to do with you?" he snaps angrily, making me flinch.

It would have hurt less if he had just been slapped, as realisation dawns on me.

He just wants me for my body… a toy. Exactly what Celia said. A side bitch. One to worship his cock when his Luna couldn’t be bothered. Nothing more and nothing less. Why did I think there was more? Why did I believe he would want me for more than what my body could offer? I am just something to use to him now.

Grandmother Philomena is wrong… This is nothing more than just sexual for him. Alpha’s need strong Lunas, but they enjoy submissive Omegas…

"Evangeline, you’re an Omega. Your body is made for me, and all I'm doing tonight is making you mine." My eyes lift to his, and he steps closer to me, his hands reaching for me.

His! For so long I wanted to be his, wanted him to be mine. But not like this…

4. Grandmother's Orders

EVANGELINE.

How could I be so stupid? How could I let myself believe he could truly love me? I felt foolish, I am what everyone says, what Celia said. I am a nobody, and I will never be anything to Sinclair other than someone to fill his bed on request.

I take a step back from him, needing some distance so I can think clearly. “B-but do you mean as yours, on the side?” I whisper.

His gaze softens, and he sighs, stepping closer and grabbing me by my waist, he pulls me close.

“Of course. I care for you, but we both know you can't be a Luna, or even bear pups. So, you should consider yourself lucky that I will still keep you. No one else will want you, but I still do.” He says softly. “I’m sorry if I scared you tonight, Evangeline, I just… you look beautiful. You’re my little omega.”

His words stung, and somehow, I feel like the man I admired was vanishing, but then why is his gaze so soft?

Maybe I am overreacting…

Deep down I don't believe that though, I am hurt.

The sound of footsteps approaching came, and Sinclair's eyes flash with irritation before he steps away from me. I, on the other hand, feel relief wash over me as Grandmother Philomena comes into view.

“Ah there you are, Evangeline! Come, I have a gift for you.” Her eyes flicker between us both before she motions at me to hurry, and for the first time in my life, I am thankful to get away from Sinclair.

I follow Grandmother Philomena not even realising I am shaking slightly. I had imagined my first kiss a thousand times, but it wasn’t how I had expected it…I never imagined it to be filled with so much torment. How I had dreamed of kissing Sinclair a thousand times, yet now that I had, it hurt worse than the wishful thinking. For so long I wanted him and thought he would love me, I was naive as he doesn't love me. He loves the idea of me as his side whore and nothing more because I am an Omega… an object for him to use when he couldn’t be bothered to pleasure himself, right?

His apology niggled at my mind and the urge to run to my room filled me.

“Step up!” Grandmother Philomena says curtly.

“Yes, Grandmother Philomena!”

I hurry after her brisk stride until we end up in the room, where I heard her and Alpha Aeron talking in.

“Right so the gift is, tomorrow evening there is a ball at the Alpha of Alphas castle, and of course, we are invited. I actually think it would be befitting for you to come, too.”

My stomach sinks, so soon, they are getting rid of me so soon. I wouldn’t even be graced with a chance to say goodbye to the only home I have known. If it was not for the conversation earlier, I wouldn’t have been worried… but taking me to a ball on a full moon where all werewolves are more restless and hungrier… I know it is how they are planning to rid me of the pack.

“Grandmother, wi-will it be ok if I come? I mean, I'm just an Omega?”

“You will be fine, you will come as my assistant, and you are easy on the eyes. No one will mind. I will have your clothes sent to you, I expect you to be ready at nine in the evening, sharp!” She says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes ma’am,” I reply, lowering my head to her.

“Now off you go, enjoy the party, I shall head to bed.”

I turn, and pause, a part of me wants to ask her what will happen to me now that I am a wolfless Omega, but I can't gather the courage, and instead leave the room and bid her goodnight…

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The following day I woke up exhausted, I hadn't slept well, and had tossed and turned all night spending most of the night watching the shadows cast on the roof from my open curtains. I don't know how I will face Sinclair after that, will he be angry at me for doing what I did? He has always been so good to me…

I sit up, clutching the duvet to my chest. My bedroom is on the far end of the house, and with no direct sunlight it is one of the chillier rooms of the manor. Now I wonder if I was placed over here intentionally, so as not to disturb the future Alpha.

Knowing I can't stay in bed, I decide to spend the day cleaning after last night's party. What better way to avoid Sinclair than this?

Hours pass, but I don't stop, making sure I clean every window in the mansion aside from Sinclair’s and the Alpha’s room. I was finally finishing the attic window, when my gaze falls on Sinclair, who is in the training grounds behind the Manor gardens. He is shirtless as he trained with one of the warriors.

I watch him, my heart squeezing at what happened last night, and I sigh softly, slowly getting down from the stool I used to reach the skylight window. I sit down on the stool and drop the cloth into the bucket, gazing around the attic.

Boxes are piled to the side, as well as some crates and suitcases of things that were never used.

I am going to have to face him at some point.

“EVANGELINE!”

I flinch at Grandmother Philomena’s voice, and I quickly grab my bucket and cloths and rush from the room.

“Y-Yes?!” I call, hurrying down the steps, flinching when I stub my toe on the corner of the wall. Pain shoots through my toe and foot, and I barely hold back the curse I want to let fly from my lips.

I hurry around the corner, my feet padding on the wooden floor, before I came to a skidding halt when I see her climbing the stairs and heading toward me. I slow my pace, wary after last night.

“There you are,” She tutted, as she looks over at me with disapproval. I try to flatten out my clothes, wiping the dust, not wanting her to be disappointed in my messy state.

Her frown deepens as she looks at my bare feet and my hair, which I knew must have cobwebs in them from the attic. I awkwardly shift my weight from foot to foot, while her lips purse, her disappointment clear.

“Go shower, I have called a beautician to fix you up… You know Evangeline, I have invested a lot of time into your upbringing. You may be an Omega, but you have had the upbringing of a lady, do well to remember that. I don’t want you to disappoint me tonight.” I drop my gaze, feeling her words cut deeper than usual, they sting as she scolds me like I am a naughty child.

“Yes, Grandmother.” I reply, clutching my bucket tightly.

She sighs as she comes over and slaps my shoulder.

“What did I say about slouching?”

“S-Sorry!” I stood up straight, sticking my chin out, fixing my posture and squaring my shoulders.

She nods toward my room. “Better. Now go.”

I hastily rush off, unable to stand her judgy eyes - wanting to escape. Grandmother Philomena has never been so snappy with me, I wonder if her worries are getting the better of her? Or is it that I am a disappointment, and she was now truly seeing me, seeing an Omega, and not the girl she raised as her granddaughter?

5. The Vilkas Lycans

Three hours had passed and I was ready for the ball in a black gown. Despite everything seeming to be normal, I felt uneasy.

Why do I feel like something big was going to happen tonight?

The ball is in full swing when we arrived at the castle of the Alpha of Alphas. My heart is in my mouth when I set sight on that dark stone castle. Even with the lights and the music, it still holds an ominous feeling. Like a predator trying to lure its prey….

“Evangeline. Focus.” Grandmother Philomena hisses, swatting my wrist.

I blink and put a small smile on my face as we walk through the entrance. Yet the more I see of this castle and the people here, the more out of place I feel.

“Alpha Aeron, Lady Philomena, Alpha Sinclair, welcome.” The Supreme Alphas Gamma says, bowing his head to the three.

“Hello, Wallace.” Grandmother Philomena replies. “I have brought… a guest with me.”

She motioned to me and the Gamma looks at me curiously, his eyes instantly trailing over me.

“Ah… of course.” He says, before stepping aside and letting us pass.

A guest? She said I’ll be going as her assistant.

How strange.

The next hour passed in a blur, Alpha Aeron and Sinclair vanished from sight, and I was stuck with Grandmother Philomena as she met and made small talk with all the important people here.

My! She must have an excellent memory to recall who was who. I, of course, was made to learn the names of all the important ranked werewolves of every allied pack, but I still didn’t recognise half of these. Silence befell the entire room when the announcer steps forward. Everyone's attention turns to him.

“Announcing the presence of the Alpha of Alphas! Alpha King Ambrose Vilkas and his Queen Danciana Vilkas of the Moonstone Pack!”

The entire court watches in silence, as the double doors at the top of the large winding staircase open. My heart is racing in excitement and fear. This is the man who is the most powerful of all Alphas… our king… and I am about to see him.

The moment the royal couple steps out, everyone lowers their heads and I quickly follow suit, despite trying to peek through my hair at the tall burly man in a suit, which is straining on his arms. His cold eyes scan the room and my heart thuds when his gaze snaps to me, and I quickly duck my head.

When they make their way fully down the steps we all rise, and I steal a glance at the Luna. She is stunning with blond hair and large blue eyes. She is tall, and elegant and holds a strong aura.

“Alpha Prince Chasyn Vilkas and his Luna Maryka Vilkas!”

“Alpha Prince Alcazer Vilkas and his Luna Odette Huntington!”

I peer up, staring at Celia’s sister. She is as beautiful if not more than Celia, but she has a haughty look that isn't so different from her sisters’. For the princes, everyone simply lowers their heads politely for a moment, once they ascend, the next prince is announced.

“Alpha Prince Jeremiah Vilkas!”

I look up curiously, Jeremiah? But he is the fourth prince…

“Alpha Prince Ragnar Vilkas!”

Luna Danciana has four sons, Chasyn, Alcazer, Jeremia and Ragnar.

“Alpha Princes Drystan and Draven Vilkas!”

I peer up as the twins step out. The sixth and seventh princes were born to an Omega, the only Omega who was able to birth the Alpha’s heirs, but in the process, she died. My stomach twists at just the thought of something like that happening.

Once they make it to the bottom, I see Supreme Alpha Ambrose frown as he looks to his sons, conversing between the mind-link.

All the princes are absolutely handsome, oozing power and an elegance one could only wish to attain. Each one of them dressed smartly in tuxes.

The doors at the top shut and I realise the third prince was not going to make an appearance, but I am sure most are relieved. He is a monster, no one even knew who or what his mother was, but the rumour is, he isn't normal…

“Thank you everyone for-” Alpha Ambrose was cut off when the doors at the top of the stairs swing open, banging off the walls, making everyone flinch at the sound, and I'm hit with a wave of power that rolls through the ballroom.

He is taller than the rest of them, and the power that surrounds him is far stronger. He is wearing black pants and a button-down shirt with a few buttons left open, and his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off a tattoo along his left arm.

Even when dressed more casually than every other male here, he still makes a far louder statement. No, he does more than that, he instils fear.

Even the way he walks is intimidating, with calculated steps. Yet, he still manages to walk with grace, shoulder’s back and head held high, this is a man who didn’t win respect, he demands it.

Every fibre of my being wants me to run, from the moment I laid eyes on him. However, my feet are rooted to the floor, as he prowls into the room.

My heart begins to race, and it isn't because of how handsome the dark-skinned man before me is, not his chiselled jaw, full lips or those cold gold-green eyes, but because I recognise him.

“An-announcing-” the announcer stutters out, only to be cut off.

“Zedkiel Vilkas.” The prince says in his deep, sinister voice. His tone almost daring anyone to challenge him. Even his siblings dare not stare too long. And those foolish enough to, quickly avert their gaze when his eyes falls on them. As he comes closer, descending, everyone is quick to drop their gaze.

Glimpses of fragmented memory I wasn’t sure were mine, flashes before my eyes. Cold, malicious, gold-green eyes staring at me… The smell of blood, and cold dread washes through me.

Fear envelops me, and I feel ice-cold as I stared at the man who walks down the stairs, oozing dominance and power. His eyes sweep the room and I know I should drop my gaze, but I am paralysed in fear. My hands tremble, and my breathing halts when his eyes meet mine. I am like a deer caught in headlights.

Cold indifference sets on his features and he quirks a brow, still, I can't bring myself to break my gaze. His lips twitch as he turns his gaze away, striding through the place. His aura is menacing and the room is so silent, you could hear a pin drop.

He is the man who stars in, and haunts, my nightmares.

6. A Clash

EVANGELINE.

“Evangeline!” Grandmother Philomena hisses, as she stomps my foot, yanking me from my thoughts.

I blink, and stare at her for a second, before I look around the room fearfully, and at the broad back of Zedkiel Vilkas.

No one talks to him, each one lowers their heads to him as he passes by, he doesn't even bother paying respect to his father. He takes a glass of alcohol from a tray as he passes, downing it in one gulp.

“Did you forget your manners, child!” Grandmother mutters, her grip on my arm painfully tight, bringing tears to my eyes as she digs her nails in.

“Y-you’re… it hurts.” I whimper. Her hard gaze is filled with obvious irritation before she lets go. I resist the urge to rub my arm. “I’m sorry. I just…” I give up trying to explain through the stutter I seemed to develop.

I can't express how, or what he makes me feel, it would be an insult to the royal family and everyone nearby would hear it if I told her here.

“No excuses. Are you trying to embarrass us?” She mutters, casting a glance around.

“I'm sorry.” I lower my head to her, but despite my apology, my mind is churning with thoughts.

The man from my nightmares is surely him. Was it the future? A premonition of some sort?

Our clothing in the dreams was strange, I was wearing a heavy ball dress, much like those of the past, and he was wearing a tunic and leather pants… The only difference was that the Prince has short hair, and the man in my nightmares has longer hair.

A cold shiver runs down my spine, and I shudder as I find myself looking at the man who is standing against one of the far walls. No one approaches him, and the tension surrounding him seems to ripple violently around the room.

Some instinct tells me to hide away from his gaze, maybe if I lay low we may never have to see one another again!

-

Dinner was soon served, a lavish eight-course meal, but I have no appetite. I am seated at a table in the smaller dining room where the staff of the ranked werewolves are seated.

However, I am at a higher table, on a slight dais with five other omegas. They are important, I can see that as all are dressed in extremely fine dresses. I am too preoccupied to wonder who they are though. The sooner this evening ends the better.

“So, who do you belong to? I’m Lucia, by the way.” One of them asks, looking me over.

I turn to her, snapping from my train of thought.

“Evangeline… Umm, belong to?” I ask.

A few exchange looks, and the one who spoke raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, you must belong to one of the princes if you’re at this ball or sitting at our table.” Lucia replies.

Confusion flits through me. “I came with lady Philomena Welhaven.”

“Ah, a gift, then.” Another woman states, exchanging looks with Lucia.

“A g-gift?” I ask, my stomach flipping sickeningly as realisation strikes. Grandmother Philomena wants me gone… Will she give me to the royal family? But I have no wolf, I can be killed!

These women are the omegas of the royals, and it is obvious they are held in high regard, I know most of the princes will have more than one… but it seems clear only some are favoured.

Reaching for my fork, I push the thoughts aside as best I can. However, I can barely hold it properly, the cool metal tapping the plate.

Maybe they are mistaken, I tell myself. Grandmother Philomena brought me here as her assistant. Yet she didn't treat me as one, instead referring to me as a guest.

I am trying to calm myself when the most terrifying, deafening growl I have ever heard makes the chandeliers shake. I jump at the sound, my knee hitting the tabletop beneath the fancy tablecloth.

Silence falls instantly, and a wave of fear spreads through the room. Fear so strong I can feel it, like this entity eating me up and feeding on the fear that is oozing from us all, the energy only growing more potent.

“Sinclair!”

My heart thuds when I hear grandmother’s cry. I stand, knocking my chair over. The sound echoing in the room. I am ready to run, when Lucia grabs my arm.

“Don’t go. He’ll kill you.” She whispers, terrified.

“He’ll hurt Sinclair.” I reply, I don't care who she meant, my only thought is to make sure Sinclair is ok.

I run from the hall and through the arch to the brighter-lit dining hall. To my utter horror, I see none other than Prince Zedkiel pinning Sinclair to the wall, his elongated claws digging into his skin.

Sinclair looks livid as he stares down the Prince, which only seems to anger Zedkiel more, his grip on his throat tightens as Sinclair's face starts to turn purple. Zedkiel’s dark, menacing aura swirls around him and it is so strong, I fought even from this distance to remain standing.

I look around the room, why is no one helping him! Everyone, even the king, is simply watching as they stand there.

Scanning the room for Alpha Aeron, I feel utter despair when I see him just standing there from his position a few seats down from the king. He is tight-lipped with his eyes full of fear.

“Help him!” I whimper, turning to the nearest man, but he simply ignores me.

“Try that again.” Zedkiel growls, his grip tightening.

“Zedkiel!” Supreme Alpha Ambrose calls, his face pale as he glares at his son's back.

But the Prince doesn't seem to care, from where I stand I can see the cold contemptuous look on his face and when his hand tightens around Sinclair’s throat, I can see he is enjoying this. A chilling smirk crosses his face.

Panic makes me move. “P-please let him go!” I say bravely, running over.

I am terrified, and I feel like I am either going to vomit or pass out. I hear a few gasps, but I am more concerned for Sinclair.

His beautiful eyes turn to me in shock, but it is the gaze of the Prince that terrifies me, and I take a step back, nearly tripping over my own feet and any bravado I have left, drains out of me.

“P-please.” I stutter, clutching my hands in front of me.

“Angel…” Sinclair murmurs, there is something I can’t decipher in his eyes, but I turn my attention to the Prince, although I am unable to look him in the eyes.

He scoffs, throwing Sinclair mercilessly to the ground and my hands instantly reach for Sinclair wanting to help him, only for Zedkiel’s growl to make me jump and stagger back.

Zedkiel bares his teeth at me and I flinch when he turns his attention to me, my heart sinks when he stalks towards me.

Perhaps he’ll kill me… maybe the nightmare just depicts my death at his hand, not where it will take place. But if I am to die, at least it is because I had been of some use to Sinclair…

I close my eyes, my heart thumping in my throat.

The moment he roughly grips my jaw I let out a shaking sob, my eyes flying open in fear. But, where moments earlier there was only white-hot anger it is now mixed with something else.

“Looks like you have a little mouse trying to save you.” He sneers, his grip is painful.

“Zedkiel…” Alpha Ambrose tries again. “Unhand the woman.”

Zedkiel scoffs and looks over his shoulder at his father, who is now standing. “You want to save her… come and get her father.” He challenges tauntingly.

He is mocking the Alpha king… did he fear no one? Yet it is clear they all fear Prince Zedkiel far more because his father drops back into his seat.

Tears prick my eyes, seeing not even the Alpha of Alphas is willing to take on his own son.

Sinclair gets to his feet, trying to approach us but the moment he is close, faster than I could even see, Zedkiel raises his leg kicking him with such force he goes smashing into the table behind him, the force knocking it into the table behind. A few startled screams fill the hall as everyone moves quickly and steers clear of the tables.

The Prince looks down at me, and for a second I feel as if he is looking me over, but then he pushes me away, I am certain I have imagined it. The rough shove sends me to the floor. He turns and to my horror heads towards Sinclair who is being helped up by Prince Chasyn.

“Zedkiel, stop.” He warns his younger brother. Zedkiel shoves his brother, stalking Sinclair like he is his prey.

“Move, unless you want to share a grave with him, brother.” He warns him menacingly. “Because you know I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

7. A Brave Attempt

EVANGELINE.

“Prince Zedkiel.” I turn when grandmother Philomena steps forward.

No grandmother! He might hurt her too!

I quickly get up, wanting to pull her away. He needs someone strong to save him, not her!

“G-grandmo-” She raises her hand, her eyes flashing as she looks at me warningly.

“Enough.” She growls at me, a noise I had never heard her make towards me before.

I felt a pang of hurt but say nothing, she is disappointed in me… I have messed up again.

“Prince Zedkiel, if I may?” Grandmother Philomena speaks clearly, no ounce of fear in her voice or even a stutter.

Zedkiel stops in his tracks.

“My grandson has foolishly insulted you, and on his behalf I apologise to you.” She says clearly.

He turns to her and raises one of his brows.

“And how will one apology fix his insult?”

Insult? What did Sinclair do?

“Not an apology… a compensation.” Grandmother continues as I pray someone comes to her side, I don’t want Zedkiel to hurt her. “A prized possession of the Welhaven family. An omega I raised as my own.”

My heart sinks as my head snaps towards her.

No! No, this wasn’t happening! She means me!

“G-grandmother, pl-please no!” I beg her in a panicked whisper, clutching her arm with shaking hands. I can feel his gaze on me, like a beast before it devours you.

“Behave.” Grandmother Philomena warns, pulling free.

Terror encases me as I look at Sinclair with tears pooling in my eyes.

Help me…

“Grandmother, I don’t think-” Sinclair looks at me in panic. My heart races, my breathing shorter as fear writhes through me.

“Do you accept this compensation?” Grandmother cuts him off, looking at Zedkiel while motioning toward me.

“Mother.” Alpha Aeron says from behind us.

I run over to him, tugging at his sleeve.

“Please don’t give me to him, I’ll move to the servant quarters, or I’ll leave! I promise I won’t be any trouble! Please, Alpha.” I beg, my eyes sting with unshed tears. Alpha Aeron grabs me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders, his fingers cupping the back of my neck and I lean into the safety he offers. He squeezes my shoulders as he would his child.

“Son!” Grandmother Philomena's voice cuts through the air like a sword. “Do not make matters worse.”

They seem to be exchanging words through the link, before I feel Alpha Aeron stiffen, he slowly rubs my back and just when I thought all will be ok, he slowly pushes away from me.

No!

I choke, losing his warmth. He looks down at me, sympathy in his eyes, he cups my cheek softly, but I can tell he isn’t going to argue as he looks away from me.

“Please…” I murmur, my voice sounding so small and broken. His gaze drops back to mine, his eyes soften and just when he is about to speak, Zedkiel beats him to it.

“Fine, I’ll accept the omega as compensation… next time I won’t be so merciful. Cross me again… and you will die.” His threat isn’t empty, and I knew he would follow up on it.

Sinclair looks angry as he glares at the ground, his chest heaving… but he can’t do anything…

“A-Alpha…” I plea once more, looking at the man who had taken me in, helped raise me as I clutch his sleeve.

Please. Save me once more. Please? Just this once and I would never ask for anything again.

I will do whatever they ask of me.

But when he gently brushes my hands off that were now clutching his suit, what was left of my world comes crashing down around me.

“I'm sorry. There is nothing I can do.” He says, turning and leaving the hall.

I stand there under the blinding light of that hall, like a deer caught in headlights.

“He’ll kill me,” I whisper, looking around at the guests, but no one speaks.

Each one stares at me coldly as if I deserve this. Not one offering any form of defence or protection.

I see Celia smirking from where she stands close to her sister. Grandmother Philomena’s cold expression as she shakes her head in disappointment at me.

No one cares…

And why should they? I was just an Omega.

“Evangeline.” Sinclair is about to approach when Zedkiel blocks his path.

“She belongs to me now, and I don’t give you permission to talk to her.” He growls, turning, he advances towards me and this time he looks me over a lot slower.

Like a product to use and toss aside.

I shudder under his gaze.

No, I can’t give up, I have to try to save myself if no one else would.

“C-can I g-go to-to-”

“Speak properly.” He snarls, making me whimper in fear.

“C-can I go to ge-get my things tonight. I-I’ll c-come in the morning.” I whisper.

I need to run away.

He raises an eyebrow taking hold of the back of my hair, he leans in taking a deep whiff of my neck. It takes everything not to move away from his touch.

“I’m no fool, little mouse. You’re mine now.”

-

“She’ll be dead by morning.” The guard says as I’m pushed into the prince’s room by his command.

“Pity, she’s so young too, to think the Welhavens raised her and just discarded her…”

I fall to my knees on the cold floor of the Prince’s quarters. I place my face in my hands, sobbing into them.

What did I do to deserve this? I really did try to be the best I possibly could, but it wasn’t enough…

Wiping the tears away, I look around. This can’t be the end, I have to do something, for myself.

Forcing myself to my feet and after scanning the room, I notice it doesn’t have a window. I hurry to one of the three doors on the other side of the room, the first is locked, and I rush to the second, not giving up.

Luckily, it opens and I step inside, realising I am in the prince’s bedroom. To my relief, I see this room has a window. It is the only thing that doesn’t match the modern interior of the room with its sharp pointy dome-like shape, and the intricate metal design around the edge of the dark frame.

Please open…

I didn’t know how, but I am sure he won’t come up so soon… if I can get away, I will leave Dark Falls immediately. I’ll go far, far away. I’ll live amongst humans. I’ll get a job or something, anything will be better than staying here to be killed.

With shaky fingers, I brush away my tears, pulling at the window handle. It opens pretty easily, and relief floods me, but the moment I look down I feel sick. It is high… extremely high.

“That or stay here and die.” I tell myself, stepping away from the window. I remove my heels, pushing them under the bed before I roll my dress up to my knees and return to the window.

Yes, I’m going to do this and I’ll get as far as I can.

I am trying not to give in to the emotions and the pain I am feeling. Not only that, but I am running on adrenaline, the only thing rushing through my mind is to survive as I begin climbing down the castle wall…

-

I reached the Welhaven manor , which is dark and silent, and I wonder if the Alpha family has returned. I hope not… I enter and quickly hurry to my room, relieved that I don’t run into anyone, and quickly change into a hoodie and leggings.

Finding my sneakers, I pull them on, quickly grabbing a few items of clothing and the small stash of money I had saved. It isn’t much, but it will get me a room and food for a few nights. For a second I look around the place that had been home for the last ten years, one final time.

Home…

A place that no longer wants me.

Sucking in a shaky breath, I wipe away the tears that brim my eyes. My emotions that are wreaking havoc inside of me are barely held at bay threatening to break their damn.

Turning I leave my room, sneaking to the staff quarters. The wooden key box that holds all the staff car keys id in sight, but I have to be careful no one hears me…

I’ll take Josie’s car, she is out of town anyway, no one will notice for at least a few days.

I'm sorry for stealing Josie…

Grabbing the keys I slowly sneak out into the rain that is now pouring down. Ready to get out of this place and save myself before he ends up killing me too…

8. A Crash

EVANGELINE.

Three hours have passed, and I am lost. I don’t know where I am and without my phone, I have nothing to guide me, they will know I am missing by now. Will someone come after me?

Tears burn at the thought of the monster I was given to. Like I was nothing more than a piece of property. I won’t go, I won’t let him take me. Betrayal washes through me; how can they do this to me?

My knuckles are white, my nails digging into my hand, threatening to break through my tender skin as I grip the steering wheel with all my might. My hands are clammy and a bead of sweat rolls down the back of my neck as fear perfumes from my pores while I try to navigate the roads.

Rain batters down on the windshield, making visibility extremely difficult, and I am straining to see past the hood of the car. The wipers are moving as fast as they can, but it does nothing to help see the road ahead.

“Please come on…” I whisper, peering out at the darkness.

The road is narrow, winding around the bend of the hilly, rocky side. One wrong move and my car will go hurtling down the side of this very mountain.

How far am I?

Would they find me?

I press my foot on the gas a little too hard, the back end of the car sliding on the slippery roads. Quickly I lift my foot off the gas pedal, I don’t even have a driver’s licence, so this isn’t one of my brighter ideas considering driving isn’t something I have any experience with for that matter, but… I had no other choice.

I can’t go back there. I won’t go back there.

Fear envelops me at the memory that plagues my mind once more. My hands shake as I clutch the steering wheel tightly, my heart beating like a thousand drums as I ease the gas back on. I refuse to go back there. Even if I want to, the road is far too narrow to turn this car around.

Please clear up…

Tears burn my eyes, making what little vision I have out the window even worse, I can’t return to him, not when I knew what he is… A Monster.

My chest is heaving violently, and I can feel a panic attack coming on. Grandmother Philomena’s voice echoes in my mind.

‘Deep breaths Evangeline, you may be an Omega but do not show your weakness!’

She is harsh, but I always thought she had a good heart… Did she?

She has sold me like I am a piece of clothing.

I inhale deeply, counting slowly to ten as I exhale.

Slow and steady… breathe in… breathe out…

I need to get away from Dark Falls immediately. The blaring sound of a horn and blinding headlights made me brake, sending me slamming into the steering wheel. My heart was racing as the car slowly drove past, honking in annoyance.

It’s ok, Evangeline… you’ve got this….

I bite my trembling plump lip, feeling the taste of blood lingering in my mouth as I restart the car once again, taking another shuddering breath. I just round another bend when suddenly a menacing growl rumbles outside.

Screaming in fear, I let go of the steering wheel as something huge hits the windshield shattering the glass, the impact sends my car off the rocky winding road and tumbling down the side of the mountain.

No!

I feel myself dropping at a terrifying speed and I clench my eyes shut, not wanting to see death come at me. Yet when the car finally hits the bottom, I am flung back and forward, my nose slams into the steering wheel, and pain rushes through my entire body as the car flips over several times before it coms to a stop.

My entire body is screaming with agony and my head feels like it is about to explode.

Somehow…I am still alive. How? I do not know, but I am still breathing, though my heart feels like it might burst out of my chest at any given second.

Glancing around, I am met with darkness.

What was that thing? Panic slowly writhes through me.

My hands fumble with the seatbelt, yanking on it. Trying to undo my seatbelt, my heart beats violently as I tug at it with shaking hands, but it is too late… the car starts moving, becoming unstuck from between the two trees it is wedged between.

A deafening scream leaves me as I watch the terrain rush past the windows before it comes to a stop. The car smashes into the rocks below as my head snaps back and blinding pain rushes through my waist and leg.

My head is pounding, and my vision darkens.

No… I don’t want to die!

Fear envelops me as I free myself from the seatbelt. Bits of glass are stuck in my arm, and I can smell the copper scent of my blood as it fills the air. Once again, I triy to scramble out of my seat.

I hiss when I realise my leg is stuck, the side of the car is completely smashed in, trapping me within its confines…

What should I do?

I look around, realising despite the pouring rain there was a light… I squint, trying not to succumb to the darkness. Instead, focusing on the slight flickering of orange, blinking, I watch as it travels along the hood when clarity hits me.

Fire…

The smell of oil fills my nose seconds later, and I realise if I don’t get out now, I really will die…

In my panic, I start yanking on my seatbelt when that doesn’t work, I start banging on the door, and scraping one of my legs trying to free them. The flames grow closer, the heat coming in through the shattered windshield. I pull as hard as I can, but I am failing.

“Someone help me!” I scream, hissing when the metal rips through my leg as I tear it free.

Blood.

There is blood everywhere, I look at my hands, the blood covering them makes my chest heave as I struggle to breathe. I realise I am far more injured than I had realised.

Flashes of blurred memories glare before my eyes, haunting me.

Blood… Fire… Dead bodies and screaming…

Focus Evangeline… Come on…

I cry out in pain as I break my other leg in the process of freeing myself from the car.

Tears of pain stream down my cheeks as I try to crawl free.

Goddess…

Suddenly the door is ripped off its hinges and just as my vision tunnels, I see the black boots that slowly approach, the rushing rain splashing off them. Each silent step sounds like it is roaring in my ears.

Terror consumes me as I slowly look up those legs clad in black jeans, the leather jacket he is wearing drips with water, and then I look into the blood-red eyes of the beast I am trying to escape.

A cold smirk crosses his handsome face, as he crouches beside me, watching me. His gaze is almost amused that I have tried to escape him. Slowly, he reaches down, pinching my chin between his fingers. I hiss at the pain in my neck as he ruthlessly forces my head up.

“Well well well… look what I caught. A scared little mouse. You didn’t think you could escape me, did you?” His deep seductive voice came, but it only made a shiver run down my spine.

I try to jerk my face from his tight grip, but he pinches harder. “Let me go.” I whisper, trying to pull away.

“I should punish you for making me chase you. Although I must admit, I love a good game of cat and mouse.” A whimper escapes me and he tsks, clicking his tongue. “Don’t cry, Love. I will let your disobedience slide just this once,”

“Please… Please…” I begg. “I never asked for this,” Tears spill down my cheeks and my breathing is uneven and wracked with sobs.

“Don’t beg, the only time I want you begging is when you're on your knees with your lips wrapped around my–" a whimper escapes my lips at the idea of what he wants me for. His grip on my face tightens, and he chuckles.

"You're an Omega, I'm sure you get the picture, after all it's the only thing an Omega is good for. Worshipping an Alpha." He snarls, his lips pulling back over sharp canines.

"And you will beg, little Omega. You will worship me, cry, and plead.” He is enjoying this; I could see it in his eyes as he leans closer, so we are nearly nose to nose. His lips brush mine with his following words.

"Tell me I'm wrong, little Omega," He purrs.

I shake my head. I didn’t want to go with this man, I just wanted to go home, wherever that is.

Begging, I look up at him doing the very thing he said I would, just not in the way he envisions. “P-please let me go.” My voice barely a shaky whisper.

"Now why would I do that? We were just starting to have fun. Did it make your blood rise knowing I was hunting you?" He growls dangerously, his index finger runs down my neck, stopping at my pulse point.

"I bet it made your heart race, didn't it, little mouse?" He taunts coldly, as he leans in, brushing his nose across my cheek. My heart thunders when his tongue flicked across the side of my cheek, catching the tears that refuses to stop.

"Hmm, your fear tastes so sweet, are you sweet little Omega? Or are you–" I jerk back out of his grip and his lips tug up into a grin.

"Well, I guess I have my answer then.” He replies sinisterly, his grip on my tightens. "I'll have some much fun breaking you, breaking you in every way possible. And I won't just break your body but your soul, but by then you'll willingly give it to me," He whispers dangerously into my ear.

"You don't want me, please. Just let me go," I plead.

“I can’t do that. You gave yourself to me the moment you defended that pup you call an alpha.” His grip tightens even more, the pain rushing through my already hurting body as he leaned in close. His lips graze mine as he speaks.

"But don't worry little Omega, maybe one day, once you're useless to me, and broken beyond repair. Maybe then I'll give you back to your precious Alpha. Sinclair is it? Do you think he would want you then?" He taunts and I sob harder.

“But until then, we will have so much fun,” He purrs sadistically. My entire body trembles with fear and pain. He is too close… His tongue flicks out, grazing against the corner of my lips as he licks up a drop of blood.

“Delicious.” He growls. “Don’t worry love you won’t escape me again, after a while you won’t want to… If you live, that is.”

It is the last thing I hear before I finally lose to the darkness…