Howl of the Blessed Omega

Louisa

The silver moon hung like a cold, merciless blade in the black sky, spilling its pale, ghostly light into the damp wolf den where I huddled in the darkest corner, every inch of my skin ablaze with invisible flames. My fingertips were stained a deep, bruised purple—wolfsbane, the most lethal poison known to our kind. It had already crept deep into my veins, burning like molten lead, twisting my guts until each shallow breath felt like swallowing broken glass.

“Just so Elena can become the Alpha’s fiancée… you would poison me with wolfsbane?” My voice cracked and trembled, bouncing off the wet stone walls like a dying echo.

Outside the cave mouth, my stepmother Luna’s voice sliced through the night, sharp and frigid as winter steel:

“Throw her into the border forest. Make sure she doesn’t interfere with Elena’s claiming ceremony.”

There was a pause—my older brother Jasper’s hesitant voice, thick with unease:

“Mom… the dose is way too high. She might not… she might not survive this.”

“Good riddance,” Luna snapped, the words dripping venom. “That wretched little freak should never have been born.”

My vision swam, dark purple fog rolling across my sight, but in that moment the phone clutched in my shaking hand flared to life. The screen’s cruel blue glow illuminated the latest photo in the pack’s group chat.

Elena stood radiant in a flowing silver wolf-clan gown that shimmered like moonlight on frost, her arm looped possessively through Lucas’s—my Lucas. My fated mate. The one the Moon Goddess herself had bound to me with an unbreakable thread of destiny. His face was blank, carved from stone, as though he had already accepted this grotesque charade.

The pain in my chest had nothing to do with the poison.

I remembered everything. Born an Omega—the lowest of the low—I had been touched by rare, divine favor. The Moon Goddess granted me the gift of soothing: one gentle touch from me could calm even the most savage, blood-mad werewolf, bringing their raging beast back under control. That gift had made me valuable. Untouchable. And it had sealed my sacred bond with Alpha Lucas the moment our eyes met beneath the full moon when I was twelve.

But to Luna, my blessing was a threat.

She wanted her illegitimate daughter Elena on the Alpha throne beside Lucas. She wanted Elena crowned the new Moon Priestess. She wanted the power, the prestige, the control. And I—the unwanted Omega with the Goddess’s mark—was the only obstacle standing in her way.

So they poisoned me.

So they discarded me like rotting meat.

So Lucas—blinded, deceived, or perhaps simply too weak to fight—let another woman take the place that belonged to me.

The heavy stone door groaned open.

Jasper dropped to his knees in front of me, eyes bloodshot, voice breaking.

“Little sis… I’m so sorry. I thought Mom just wanted you out of the way for a while… I didn’t know she’d used that much—”

I forced the corners of my mouth upward in what must have been the ugliest smile ever born. With trembling fingers I reached into the shadows and pulled out a worn scroll of pack records, pressing it into his hands.

“Tell Elena…” My voice was barely a whisper. “She can have everything she wants.”

Power? The Alpha title? The silver crown of the Moon Priestess? None of it had ever truly mattered to me.

What mattered was the man who once held me under the full moon and promised, voice rough and low against my throat, “You’re mine. Always.”

The man who never came for me tonight.

Jasper half-carried, half-dragged me toward the edge of the border forest. The wolfsbane surged in one final, vicious wave; black spots exploded across my vision like spilled ink. My legs gave out. I collapsed into the wet carpet of fallen leaves, the cold earth soaking through my clothes.

And then, faint but unmistakable, a long, mournful howl tore through the night.

Lucas?

Or merely the wind, laughing at my ruin?

They left me there—broken, poisoned, abandoned—on the threshold of the border forest, a place even the bravest wolves feared. A graveyard for exiles, traitors, and those the Moon Goddess had turned her back on.

A place where secrets rotted… and sometimes, just sometimes, they were reborn.

I didn’t know whether I would live through the night.

But if I did…

Every lie.

Every betrayal.

Every drop of blood they owed me—

I would collect.

The moonlight fell across my purple-stained fingers, silver and poison swirling together in a strange, ominous beauty.

I closed my eyes.

The wind rose.

The forest whispered.

And in the darkness, I waited—

for death, or for the beginning of my revenge.