Forsaken by the Pack, Claimed by the Alpha

For three years, I have not known true sleep.

As an Omega, my only purpose was to be the Soul Tether for our comatose Alpha. A blood rune carved into my spine kept his soul anchored to the living world. If I fell into deep slumber, he would die.

But the pack's future Luna, Selene, despised me. Wielding her father's political influence, she breached my warded sanctuary, claiming I was a fraud draining the pack's wealth with a fake magical bond.

While my healers were dragged away by her personal guards, she forced deadly Wolfsbane poison down my throat.

"Dig out the root of that ugly scar," she commanded the surgeon.

As my body violently shut down from the poison, they carved the magical rune right out of my neck with a burning silver scalpel.

I screamed as the silver melted my flesh. The pack warriors just watched, mocking the absurd idea that a lowly Omega could hold an Alpha's life.

They didn't care that I had sacrificed my sanity and endured endless exhaustion for him. As the brutal extraction snapped our tether, the agonizing wail of the Alpha's dying soul echoed through the medical tower.

I fell into a freezing darkness, certain we were both dead.

But when I finally opened my eyes days later, I wasn't in the afterlife.

The Alpha had awakened, his god-like golden soul projecting over my bed. And he had just sentenced Selene's entire bloodline to death for touching me.

The reckoning had begun.