I paced back and forth in the small living room as my thoughts spiralled. The creak of the floorboards beneath my feet was the only sound breaking the silence. Being an omega had its benefits sometimes—no one noticed me. I could slip into the background, move unseen, listen to the whispers of the pack without drawing attention. That’s how I learned about Ares’ plan all those years ago.
I clenched my fists, the memory as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. I’d overheard Ares speaking to the council about the mating process, how it had been tampered with. And the corrupt or indifferent wolf council had turned a blind eye. They didn’t care about Tabitha’s happiness or future. They wanted control. And Ares, power-hungry as ever, was more than happy to give it to them, even at the cost of her dignity.
I knew then that Tabitha and I were worlds apart. She, the daughter of a great Alpha, destined for greatness.
And me?
Just an omega. A nobody. But that hadn’t stopped me from longing for her. From praying and begging Fenrir to give me a chance. I convinced myself that if I prayed hard enough, the universe would hear me. That Fenrir would answer.