Forsaken by My Pack: The Omega’s Luna Rises

I remained by my father’s grave long after the funeral had ended. Everyone had left, but I couldn’t. Not yet.

How could I leave the only person who had ever truly believed in me?

The moonlight bathed the cemetery in a pale glow, like a silent witnesses to my grief. I stared at the freshly turned soil, willing myself to feel something other than the crushing weight of responsibility pressing on my chest. I wasn’t ready to lead. I wasn’t ready to be Luna. I wasn’t ready for any of it.

The bond with Killian still sat heavy on my soul, even years later. We were mated, yes, but we were never in sync. Not the way mates were supposed to be. Killian, the omega. And me, the daughter of the great Alpha.

How was this my fate?

I had been prepared for greatness, to take over when my father stepped down. But instead, I was bonded to the lowest member of our pack.

It wasn’t Killian’s fault. But I couldn’t shake the bitterness that clawed at me every time I saw him. My father’s strength had kept the pack in check, silencing their mockery and disapproval of my mate. But now, with him gone, I was left to face their sneers alone.

The sound of footsteps behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Killian’s scent reached me before his soft voice did.

“Tabitha... I just wanted to see if you were okay.”

I didn’t answer right away, keeping my gaze fixed on my father’s grave. The pain in my chest tightened, anger bubbling up from the sorrow. “What do you think, Killian? Does it look like I’m okay?”

He just stood there. His presence was a reminder of everything I wasn’t ready for. The mate bond between us had been established the moment I turned eighteen, but even now, it felt wrong. Forced. I had spent years trying to accept it, trying to accept him. But every time I looked at Killian, all I saw was my failure. My father’s death had only made it worse.

“I know you’re hurting, but—”

“Hurting?” I laughed bitterly, finally turning to face him. “My father is dead, Killian. I’m supposed to take his place, lead this pack, and I’m mated to someone no one respects. Do you have any idea what that’s like?”

His face fell, and for a moment, guilt twisted in my stomach. But then I remembered the eyes of the pack on me, the whispers I’d heard just before the funeral.

‘She’s mated to an omega.’

‘She’s not fit to lead.’

‘She’ll never be the Luna her father was.’

I didn’t need their judgment. And I didn’t need Killian’s pity.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, taking a step back. “I just wanted to help.”

“Well, you can’t.” My voice broke, but I held his gaze, refusing to let him see the tears forming in my eyes. “Just… go, Killian. Please.”

He hesitated but eventually, he turned and left without another word. As soon as he was gone, the tears I had been holding back finally spilled over. I tilted my head to the sky, staring up at the full moon. It glowed brilliantly above me, but instead of offering comfort, it felt like a mockery.

“Why, Fenrir?” I whispered. “Why did you choose this for me?”

I waited for an answer that would never come. All I had now was the weight of my fate. And it was crushing me.

The sound of rustling in the trees nearby caught my attention, but I didn’t turn. I was too lost in my misery to care. I was certain I was alone, but I was wrong.

Ares stood in the shadows, watching me with cold eyes. Nimfa was beside him. Her lips twisted in a cruel smile. They had always been there, lurking, waiting for me to break. And now, they thought they had won.

I could almost hear their thoughts. ‘She’ll step down soon. She has no choice.’

But they were wrong. I wasn’t ready to lead, but I wasn’t ready to give up either.