Her Alpha's Ultimate Betrayal

I continued to serve dutifully in the Alpha’s household, keeping to my responsibilities.

Until one night, during my shift, the Alpha called for the young Omega who was on duty with me to enter his room.

Not long after, her cries for help echoed through the hall.

“Alpha, the Luna has already arranged for me to be mated. Please, I beg you, let me go.”

“What mate could be better than the Alpha himself? Tomorrow, I’ll claim you as my chosen mate. You’ll live in luxury, my little beauty. Now, let me have a taste.”

“Alpha, the Luna will kill me! The last one, she… she was beaten to death. Please, have mercy!”

“Stupid bitch! Shut up! You’re ruining the mood!”

*Thwack—thwack!*

The sound of two sharp slaps rang out.

The young Omega let out a piercing scream before falling silent.

I stood outside the door, frozen, my blood turning to ice.

I couldn’t help but think of my sister, Alayah. Had she pleaded like this too? Begged for mercy?

Had her cries been met with the same violence?

A cold wind swept through the corridor, biting at my neck, jolting me awake.

My mind had never been clearer.

Slowly, I pushed open the Alpha’s door, my hand gripping the silver knife I always kept strapped to my thigh.

It was meant to protect myself, to use if I ever found myself in danger.

But who said a silver knife could only be used on myself for protection?

I stepped behind the Alpha, my eyes burning with fury.

I’d imagined this moment countless times—dreamed of saving my sister, the one who’d been my only solace.

I slashed at him with my claws, tearing into his flesh again and again, over a dozen times, until his screams faded into silence.

The young Omega was already unconscious, so I turned and made my way to the Luna’s chambers.

I knew I wouldn’t survive the night. But if I was going to die, I’d make sure Alayah’s death was avenged.