Destined For The Rival Pack

3rd POV

“Help me! Help me!! Help me!!!” Fiona’s voice echoed through the endless darkness. She ran, barefoot and terrified, through a misty forest that reeked of blood and dread. Her heart slammed against her ribs, breath ragged as unseen claws seemed to scrape at her heels. She didn’t know what chased her, only that it was evil. Something monstrous.

Branches lashed at her face as she stumbled through the trees, screaming, “Please! Don’t hurt me!”

A voice, deep and commanding, broke through the nightmare.

“Fiona!”

Her eyes flew open. She gasped, drenched in sweat. The room around her was dimly lit, unfamiliar yet safe. A shadow moved, then came the face of the man who had saved her.

“Are you alright? You were shouting in your sleep,” he asked, his voice low and calm.

Fiona blinked, her heartbeat still racing. “I… I had a bad dream,” she whispered.

Sebastian’s hand rested gently on her shoulder, warm and steady. She didn’t want him to pull away, so she placed her trembling fingers over his, pretending she was just cold. His touch grounded her, melting away the remnants of the nightmare.

“I’m Sebastian,” he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “I remember I promised to tell you my name when you woke up.”

Her cheeks flushed with faint color. “Nice to meet you, Sebastian,” she replied, voice shy but sincere.

“Come,” he said, standing tall. “I’ll have someone take you to the pack clinic. You need to be properly checked.”

As he led her out, Fiona couldn’t help but notice how everyone they passed bowed slightly. “My Lord,” they greeted him. The title lingered in her mind, curious and strange.

At the hospital, a nurse prepared a bed for her. “Where is Rachel?” Sebastian asked.

“She’ll be here soon, my Lord,” the nurse replied.

My Lord again… Fiona thought. Who exactly is he?

Moments later, a young woman entered with an easy smile. “You must be the girl from Bluemoon Pack,” she said kindly.

“Yes, ma’am,” Fiona replied.

“Oh, don’t call me that,” the woman laughed. “I’m Rachel, the pack’s doctor. And that handsome young man you see over there…” she pointed at Sebastian, who was now talking with other wolves outside the ward…“is my brother. Alpha Sebastian.”

Fiona froze. Alpha? The word hit her like thunder. She had slept in the Alpha’s chamber.

“I slept in the Alpha’s room?” she muttered under her breath.

Rachel giggled. “Yes, you did. But don’t worry, he doesn’t bite. He’s more soft-hearted than he looks. He probably didn’t even tell you who he really was, right?”

Fiona shook her head.

“That’s typical Sebastian,” Rachel said, preparing an injection. “He never likes to show off.”

Fiona watched her cautiously. “Wait…when did you…”

“….inject you?” Rachel smiled innocently, pulling the syringe away. “While you were talking.”

“That’s… tricky,” Fiona mumbled, vision starting to blur.

Rachel chuckled softly as Fiona drifted into sleep.

**

Days passed. Under Rachel’s care, Fiona regained her strength. She had started to smile again. The Jupiter Pack had treated her kindly, welcoming her as one of their own. Rachel had become her closest friend, while Sebastian… Sebastian had become something else entirely.

He visited often, sometimes to check on her, other times simply to sit with her in silence. But Fiona knew what his lingering glances meant. He wanted more.

She tried to avoid him, but he was persistent, sending messages through Rachel or calling her to his chambers on one excuse or another.

This time was no different.

“Lady Fiona,” a soft voice called. It was Karen, one of the pack’s Omegas. “Alpha Sebastian requests your presence in his chambers.”

Fiona sighed, brushing her hair. “Tell him I’ll be right there.”

When she entered, Sebastian’s sharp gaze met hers. “What took you so long?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, my Lord. I was…”

“How long will you keep running from me, Fiona?” His tone softened. “The other day, I asked you to run with me and you refused. Is this because of my proposal? Do you loathe me that much?”

Her heart twisted. “Never, Sebastian. You’ve been nothing but good to me. I know what you want, but I can’t…” she looked away.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His hands found hers, strong yet gentle. “I don’t care what happened to you in the Bluemoon Pack,” he said quietly. “I’ll change that. I’ve fallen for you, Fiona. My wolf calls your name even when I sleep.”

Her breath hitched.

“Let me heal your wounds,” he whispered, “and replace your pain with love.”

Fiona’s eyes burned with unshed tears. Part of her wanted to believe him. But another part—the scarred, frightened part—whispered don’t.

What would he say if he found out she was wolfless? That she was an orphan Omega, discarded by fate?

Sebastian lifted her hand to his chest. “Listen,” he said. His heartbeat thudded strong and steady. “That’s for you, Fiona Cullen.”

Something inside her cracked open. She smiled, weakly at first, then fully.

When he leaned in, she didn’t resist. She hugged him tightly, feeling his strength surrounding her. His lips brushed her forehead, then descended to her mouth, gentle, deliberate. The world spun in a rush of heat and tenderness.

But Fiona pulled away suddenly. “I have to go,” she whispered. “Rachel’s expecting me.”

He smiled, though disappointment flickered in his eyes. “Alright. Go.”

***

At the clinic, Fiona found Rachel pacing, her face pale.

“Rachel?” Fiona frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Rachel pointed at the small scanning device on her desk.

“Take a look at this.”

Fiona blinked. “Rachel, you know I’m hopeless with machines. What am I looking at?”

Rachel turned the screen toward her, showing a tiny, pulsing image. Her voice trembled, half laughter, half shock.

“Fiona… you’re pregnant.”

Fiona’s world still. The sound of the words echoed in her chest like thunder.

Pregnant.

Her hand fell instinctively to her stomach, and her mind replayed the last few nights, his warmth, his touch, the way her heart had raced against his.

She looked up at Rachel, eyes wide with disbelief.

“I’m what?” she whispered, voice breaking.

Rachel smiled faintly, but there was worry and shock behind it. “How are you pregnant?”