Liora sat outside, surrounded by the pack's pups as they laughed and tumbled around her. The warmth of the moment wrapped around her like a gentle hug. Sera sat beside her, arms crossed, a rare soft smile on her face — silently wishing things could stay like this forever. No Zyra drama. No pack politics. Just peace.
"You know," Sera said, nudging her shoulder, "you'd make a really good mom."
Liora chuckled. "I love women, Sera. Maybe you can mate an Alpha and carry the child for me."
Sera turned to her slowly, giving her the classic are you serious right now? face. "Are you okay?" she asked dryly. "Did the pups knock your head or something?"
Liora laughed again, but Sera wasn't done.
"As your very smart Beta — and someone who actually reads — let me tell you something for free," she said, shifting her legs. "You can get pregnant from a woman. Specifically, if she's an Alpha and you're her fated Omega mate."
Liora blinked. "Wait, what?"
"Yeah," Sera continued, deadpan. "It only happens during sex, if she bites deep into your neck — like, proper deep — during her rut. That's how she transfers her genes into your system. It's buried in the old werewolf history archives. Not common knowledge, but it's there."
Liora looked mildly alarmed now.
"And that's why I was freaking out when you got with Zyra during her rut," Sera said. "We don't just have the issue of your packs wanting to kill each other. Or the fact that I also want revenge for our Luna — your mother."
She paused, looking at Liora, serious now.
"We also might have a you could be pregnant with your enemy's baby situation."
Liora didn't know whether to laugh or pass out.
"…and that," Sera added flatly, "we definitely do not want."
Liora groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Why is my life always a twisted mess?"
Before Sera could fire off another sarcastic line, a loud shout broke through the air.
"Ball!!"
Liora barely had time to react before a ball came flying straight for her face. Instinct took over. Her hand shot up, too fast for thought, and something sharp — almost invisible — cut clean through the air.
Slice!
The ball split in two midair. The pieces dropped to the ground. Silence.
Sera's mouth fell open. "What the actual hell was that?"
Liora stared at her hand. It didn't hurt. But it tingled, warm and electric like something was waking up inside her.
"I—I don't know," she whispered. "It just… happened."
From across the field, Aldric, her father, watched, his arms folded tight across his chest, face grim. He had heard of such power before — long ago.
It wasn't supposed to exist in werewolves. Not unless…
Not unless something ancient had been stirred.
His expression darkened.
That power had once ripped through both packs. Had once been the weapon of their deadliest enemies — vampires… and their allies, the witches.
Aldric's jaw tightened as a gust of wind brushed past him.
He didn't like it. Not one bit.
Sera noticed Aldric walking away, his expression dark and unreadable. Her brows furrowed as she stood up quietly and followed him, weaving through the corridors of the packhouse until she found him already in his chambers, sitting in silence by the window.
"Father," she called gently, stepping inside.
He didn't turn. Just gave a small grunt of acknowledgement.
"What's wrong?" she asked, voice softer now. "Is it about what just happened with Liora? I've never read anything about a werewolf having powers like that."
Aldric finally looked at her, his face calm but his eyes stormy. He didn't speak immediately, and that made Sera's chest tighten.
"You remember what today is, right?" she continued. "It's… her mother's memorial, our late luna"
He nodded slowly.
"She doesn't remember," Sera said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She was so young. We had to use herbs to make her forget. She was only five, but she saw everything… saw her mother bleed out, right in front of her. The pain was too much. She screamed for days until the healers stepped in."
Aldric's jaw clenched.
"I've been with her for thirty years," Sera went on, her voice tightening with emotion. "I was ten when it happened. You remember. The Luna—she wasn't just a leader. She was a mother to me too. I was an orphan, and she… she gave me everything. A home. A purpose. She taught me how to fight. How to lead."
She blinked hard, holding back tears.
"I will never let anything happen to Liora. I don't care if she's stubborn or reckless, I'll protect her until my last breath."
She paused, stepping closer.
"So please, Father… if there's anything about her—anything you haven't told me—I need to know. Especially now."
Aldric looked at her for a long moment, as if weighing something heavy in his soul. Then he stood up, his posture straight but tired.
"There is something," he said quietly.
Sera nodded. "Then don't hold back."
—--- flash back 25 Years Ago
"Push, Luna! You can do this! She's almost here!"
The Moonveil Luna screamed, sweat and pain seeping through every pore of her body. Aldric stood at the edge of the room, heart pounding, watching helplessly as their Luna gave one final, desperate push.
Then silence.
A baby slid into the healer's arms — but she didn't cry.
No movement.
No sound.
Just open, unblinking eyes.
A heavy stillness filled the room. Everyone froze. The healer pressed her ear to the baby's chest. "Her heart is beating…" she whispered, "but she's not responding."
Three months passed.
Liora didn't cry. She didn't laugh. She didn't even blink. Her tiny chest rose and fell, and that was the only proof she was alive. The Luna, every night, sat by her daughter's crib, eyes red, hands clenched in prayer. She begged the Moon Goddess for a miracle.
One night, the air in the room shifted.
The Moon Goddess appeared — luminous, veiled in silver mist.
"She is my blessed one," the Goddess said softly. "A True Blood Omega. A Night Omega."
The Luna flinched. "No. Please, no. Not that."
"She has been chosen. And now… her mate is born. She can move now. Her soul is no longer incomplete."
The Luna shook her head, tears already rolling. "That legend—"
"She is bound to her mate. Life for life. But their union will awaken the curse once buried. They must win".
With that, the Moon Goddess vanished.
And just like that… Liora cried for the first time.
The whole pack rushed in, stunned and joyful. But the Luna and Aldric — they didn't share in the celebration. They sat, holding the now babbling infant, and remembered the legend.
The Night Omega — blessed by the Moon. Destined for destruction. Fated to love a True Blood Alpha. And to die by her Alpha's hand.
It had happened once before.
The prophecy claimed she would be reborn — for her Alpha. And that her return would mark the beginning of a dark time for all werewolves.
A chill crept into the room.
The Luna held Liora close, her voice a low, fierce whisper. "We will never let her near any True Blood Alpha. Mate or not. If I see one… I will kill them myself."
Even if that Alpha came from Moonveil.
Even if it was from the rival pack — Lunarion.
Years passed. No signs of any True Bloods in their pack.
Then came the dream.
A cloaked figure appeared to the Luna. He showed her a vision. A child born in Lunarion. One who would destroy everything.
The next day, the Luna gathered warriors. Aldric tried to stop her. "Dreams are not truth," he warned. "They could be a trap."
She didn't listen.
She didn't know that day was her last.
She stormed Lunarion territory , took them unawares , killed their leaders, nearly took Zyra's life. But a Beta — enraged and desperate — struck her down.
Aldric dragged her broken body home.
The healers did what they could.
But she died that very night.
And Liora… Liora saw it all. She saw her mother bleeding. Dying. Screaming.
She broke.
The healers took the memories away. They made her forget.
All she remembers now… is that Lunarion killed her mother.
But not why.
---Flashback ends.
Aldric stared into the fire, the memories burning brighter than the flames. A tear slipped down his cheek.
"We have to break the bond," he muttered.
Sera's face fell. "Father…" she whispered.
"You know what happens if we don't," Aldric said, voice firm. "Zyra will eventually kill Liora. You've heard the truth—Liora is the rebirth of the Night Omega."
He looked Sera in the eye, the weight of centuries behind his words.
"Centuries ago, during the time of peace between Moonveil and Lunarion, the Moon Goddess fated her most blessed creation—the Night Omega—to a True Blood Alpha of Lunarion. But that bond ended in betrayal. They poisoned her. Her death triggered the downfall of the werewolves. Neither pack was spared. And in their desperation, Lunarion forged alliances with vampires and witches."
He paused, swallowing, the memory of the story told by their ancestors were bitter on his tongue.
"The Alpha… stabbed our Omega in cold blood. That betrayal shattered everything. And if we allow this bond to exist, history will repeat itself."
He stood, eyes blazing.
"Our pack doesn't know Liora is the rebirth of that same Omega. And they must never know. They fear her already—some remember her for her light… others for the destruction she caused. I've kept the truth hidden, even from her, for a reason."
Sera swallowed hard. She'd read about the Night Omega. Stories cloaked in both reverence and fear. But hearing it spoken aloud—hearing the weight in Aldric's voice—sent a chill through her.
"What happened to the vampires and witches?" she asked quietly. "And the True Blood Alpha who killed her?"
Aldric looked to the fire, voice low. "They vanished the day the Night Omega died. As for the Alpha… our ancestors struck her down. Her death marked the beginning of our blood feud with Lunarion. Then, years later… the death of my Luna added fuel to the flames. That's what kept the hatred alive. Until the pact."
He exhaled sharply, the air thick with regret.
"We must break the bond," he said again, more resolute than before.
"The Seer from the fated moon night said separating the bond is like killing them," she said carefully. "You want to kill them both?"
Aldric turned sharply. "No, I have a way, my daughter will remain alive but Zyra will die, We don't have a choice."
Sera stepped forward, voice trembling but firm. "Being irrational killed our Luna. If we rush into this, we could lose you too. Please. Let's think. Let's plan."
He looked away, jaw clenched.
"Leave me, Sera."
"Father—"
"Leave."
Sera stepped back slowly, eyes searching his face one last time.
"Alright," she whispered.
She turned and left.
Aldric stood alone, his decision already made.
Tonight... the bond would be broken.
No matter the cost.