Forsaken by My Pack: The Omega’s Luna Rises

Ares’ POV

The sun was barely up when the someone's knock pounded on the door, loud enough to wake the entire street. I groaned, rolling over. Beside me, Nimfa grumbled, tugging the blankets over her head. The peace we had, brief as it was, shattered in an instant.

“Who in Fenrir’s name is that?”

I sat up with my mind racing. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, and certainly not the investor. A cold knot of worry twisted in my gut. I had made too many promises and delivered on too few. If the investor was here unannounced, it couldn’t be good.

“I’ll handle it,” I muttered. Nimfa stayed buried under the covers. I barely had time to start pulling on my clothes before the voice outside demanded her presence as well.

“Nimfa, get up,” I barked, already halfway dressed. “Our guest isn’t someone we can ignore.”

She groaned but reluctantly pushed herself out of bed, still wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. She muttered curses under her breath, following me downstairs. But when I opened the door, her bravado disappeared. The man waiting outside, tall and broad-shouldered, with eyes that could freeze over hell, was staring straight at her. Nimfa, suddenly aware of how little she was wearing, crossed her arms over her chest. Her discomfort was clear.

“This is… unexpected,” I said, forcing a smile as I opened the door wider. “I wasn’t informed you’d be visiting today.”

The investor didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped inside. His presence filled the room with an unsettling aura. “I didn’t need to inform you,” he retorted coldly, his eyes locking onto mine. “I’m here because you’re late, Ares. Far too late.”

My forced smile faltered. He had been patient for weeks now. But I knew that patience was running thin. The plutonium shipments were delayed. Everything had been complicated lately. Tabitha’s stubborn refusal to relinquish control had split my attention. And now it was catching up to me.

“I understand,” I began, keeping my tone even, trying to mask the panic that had begun to bubble up. “But these things take time. The pack has been difficult to manage, but the shipment is coming. I just need a little more time.”

The investor’s eyes narrowed. His lips curled into a menacing sneer. “Time? I’ve given you more than enough time, Ares. My clients are growing impatient. Do you know what happens to wolves who disappoint me?”

Beside me, Nimfa stiffened. I could feel her fear radiating off her in waves. She knew the stories. We all did. The investor didn’t just punish failure. He obliterated it. Nimfa tugged at my arm, whispering frantically, “You promised him, Ares. We can’t afford to cross him.”

I ignored her. I had to keep my focus. “Look, I can make this right. Just a few more days and—”

The investor cut me off with a sharp wave of his hand. “I’m done with your promises. You have until the end of the week. After that, you’re no longer useful to me.”

With that, he turned and walked out the door, leaving behind a suffocating silence.

Nimfa’s face went pale. Her hands trembled as she began to pace. “We’re dead." Panic crept into her voice. “He’s going to kill us, Ares. You’ve crossed him too many times.”

“Stop it,” I snapped harshly, turning on her. “Panicking won’t help.”

She kept pacing as her voice rose with fear. “You don’t understand! He doesn’t just kill his enemies, he wipes them out! You promised him the plutonium, and now—”

My patience snapped. I struck her across the face. And the sound of it echoed in the small room. Nimfa stumbled back, clutching her cheek in shock. It wasn’t the first time I had hit her, but it still caught her off guard.

“Get a grip,” I growled. “I don’t need your hysterics right now. We’ll handle this. I have a plan.”

Nimfa blinked, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn’t say a word. She knew better than to argue when I was like this. I turned away from her, pacing the room. My mind was working furiously. The investor was a problem, sure. But I wasn’t out of options yet.

“We just need to keep things under control for a little longer,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. “The council is already in my pocket. Tabitha’s hanging on by a thread, and it won’t be long before she snaps. When she does, I’ll make my move.”

“And what if she doesn’t snap? What if she fights back?”

I stopped pacing, looking at her as my eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll deal with her.”

She stared at me. “Deal with her?” she echoed. “You mean… kill her?”

I didn’t answer immediately. I just stared at her as my jaw tightened. “If she doesn’t step down willingly, I’ll make sure she’s out of the picture… permanently.”

Nimfa’s eyes widened in horror. Before she could protest, I struck her again, this time harder. She crumpled to the floor, sobbing silently, clutching her face.

I stepped over her without a second glance. “Keep an eye on her,” I commanded. “No one is going to stand in my way… not even Tabitha.”