The Omega’s Revenge: No Longer His LunaChapter 1

“The daughter of Alaric Blackstone. How dare you deceive me?”

Rejected for my bloodline, I faced a harsh truth: the man who once held me tenderly now looked at me with hatred. Marked as the shameful Omega daughter of an Alpha, I thought the mate bond was my salvation—only to find it was my curse.

Forced into marriage by my father as a bargaining chip, I made a decision to escape the torment and leave behind those who betrayed me. Years later, when I finally found peace, my mate returned, begging for forgiveness. However, after enduring all the pain he caused me, can I truly forgive him?

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

My legs trembled as I stood before him, the mate bond between us shrieking in agony at his next words.

My heart stopped. In that single word, I heard my sentence being passed.

“I reject you! I will never accept you as my Luna!”

The force of his rejection slammed into me like a physical blow, shattering my soul. Just hours ago, these same lips had whispered sweet promises against my skin. These same hands had touched me with reverence. Now, Alpha Finn Foster looked at me as if I were something rotten, something despised. Something he hated with a passion.

“Alaric Blackstone’s daughter,” he spat the words like venom. “You deceived me.”

My mate, the man the Moon Goddess had destined for me, the man who had held me in his arms just a night before, now glared at me as if I were a curse upon his existence. All because I was the daughter of his enemy.

I wanted to tell him I hadn’t known—hadn’t known he was my father’s enemy, hadn’t known anything beyond the overwhelming pull of our mate bond and the desperate hope that I’d finally found someone who would love and cherish me. Someone who could save me from the hell I lived in. But my voice failed me, just as everything else in my life had.

The marks of his passion from last night still burned on my skin, a cruel reminder of how completely I’d given myself to him. My first time. My only time. And now...

“Please,” I whispered, but pride made me swallow the rest. I’d spent enough years begging—begging my stepmother for food, for mercy, for a moment’s peace from her endless torments. Begging my father to see me as more than just his shameful omega daughter.

“I’d rather reject the bond and tear it to shreds than let Blackstone’s daughter stand by my side,” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “Last night was a mistake, omega. Nothing more. Imprint that in your skull.”

Days passed, and sorrow became my constant companion. My mate had rejected me all because of my bloodline. When I thought of the look of disgust on his face as he rejected me, it left me shaken, sending waves of fear and dread coursing through me. His cruel words lingered like ghosts in my dreams.

“Marry him for our pack!” My father’s cruel words echoed through his study. “This is your last value!”

“I’m pregnant,” I whispered.

He slammed his hand on his desk. “So?” he said, rising and approaching me. “You will do as I say, or I will kill you myself.”

I blinked back the tears threatening to fall. Why? Why was I so miserable? Why was I always unwanted everywhere I went? My mate—the only man I thought could save me, the one I prayed every day to meet and take me away from here—had just rejected me and left me with his child.

“Dad,” I called, but I was cut off.

“Alpha. It is Alpha to you,” he growled, making my knees go weak. “You will marry Alpha Dickson, whether you like it or not.” His eyes roamed my body and finally landed on my belly. I possessively wrapped my arms around it. “I’m sure he won’t reject you because you’re pregnant.”

“What do you mean?”

“Even better. A slave for his collection, fresh from the womb.”

Before I could say a word, he interrupted, “Now get out. Your new alpha arrives at midnight.”

“D—”

“Get out,” he commanded, his tone cold and leaving no room for argument.

And so I was sold, like property, to a man who saw me only as a hostage—a bargaining chip in the endless games of pack politics. I endured his hatred, his cruelty, all for the tiny spark of life growing inside me—the only pure thing I had left.

Until I lost even that.

The day I lost my baby, something in me shattered. Whatever naive, hopeful part of me that still believed in love and fate and the Moon Goddess’s mercy died along with my child. That was the day I decided to disappear.

Five years passed like a dream. I built a new life far from pack lands, far from mate bonds and alphas and all the pain they brought. I learned to breathe again, to exist without flinching at shadows.

Until today.

He kneels before me now, this proud alpha who once treated me like dirt beneath his feet. His eyes—those same deep ocean-blue eyes that once looked at me with such disgust—now shine with tears.

“Forgive me, mate,” he begged. “I’ve hidden my love with hatred. Come back to me, please…”

I look down at him, this mighty Alpha Finn Foster on his knees, and feel the old wound in my chest throb. Once, I would have given anything to hear those words. Once, I would have forgiven anything just to be loved by him.

But I am no longer that broken girl who thought her only value lay in being someone’s mate, someone’s wife, someone’s Luna.

The Moon Goddess might play cruel jokes, but I’ve learned to write my own destiny.

And this time, I choose myself.

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Scarlett’s POV

It was a day like any other, and I was buried in chores when the heavy door creaked open. My stepmother, Luna Elena, strode in, her eyes sharp and lips curved into that cruel smile she wore so well.

“We’re going to the ball,” she declared with authority. “And you’re coming with us.”

The words hit me like a slap. “What?” My voice barely escaped my lips. A ball? For people like me? It seemed impossible.

“Are you deaf?” she hissed, taking a step closer. “Or should I carve it into that thick skull of yours?”

“No, Luna— I mean, yes— I mean… why?” I stammered, my thoughts racing. A ball was for nobles and alliances—people who mattered. People like Nina, her perfect daughter. The werewolf kingdom didn’t even know I existed. I was just a secret kept behind closed doors, a stain hidden from the eyes of others.

“You dare question me, b*tch?” Her glare burned into my skin.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, head bowed, hands trembling.

Her voice turned icy. “You think I want to parade you around? If not for your pathetic father’s request…” She cut herself off before she could finish her sentence. “Just find a dress and put it on. And make sure you don’t embarrass us.”

She left without saying another word, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding. Her words felt like shackles tightening around me. I hurried to finish my work before retreating to my small room. After a quick wash, I searched through my limited wardrobe of worn, outdated clothes. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do.

“Scarlett!” my stepmother’s voice called. I quickly tied my hair up and left my room.

The drive to the hall felt endless, the suffocating silence broken only by Nina’s perfect reflection smiling at me from the car window. She looked like a vision in her royal gown, while I felt like a mere servant beside her.

“Behave yourself,” Nina hissed as soon as we stepped out of the car.

“What the hell are you wearing?” my dad demanded as he stepped out of the car. His eyes roamed over me with unmistakable contempt. Usually, he ignored my existence, but not this time.

“Honey,” Luna Elena cooed with a sweet tone, “you know how she is. She refused the dress I gave her and insisted on wearing that... thing.”

“Just to embarrass me?” he growled. I stayed silent, knowing it was safer that way.

“She won’t,” she assured him, her eyes drilling into mine with a warning. “No one knows who she is.”

A smile slowly crept across his face, and his eyes lit up with a disturbing satisfaction. I felt something twist painfully inside me.

“You’re right, Elena,” he muttered. “No one knows who she is.” He turned to me, his eyes narrowing. “You will act like Nina’s maid, and you will not utter a single word about being my daughter.”

I stayed silent, fighting back the tears threatening to spill. I knew if I spoke, I’d start crying. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Really, Dad?” Nina chimed in, eager to seize any opportunity to make my life miserable.

“Yes,” he replied with a smile—the same smile I had always longed for, the one I had prayed he’d show me. “She’ll be your maid tonight, given the clothes she’s wearing.”

Even if I had been dressed like a noble lady, I’d still be treated like a maid, because that’s all I ever was to them. But it hurt to hear him say it out loud.

“Thank you, Dad,” Nina said with a smirk that made my skin crawl.

“Do I make myself clear, Scarlett?”

I could only nod, fighting back the tears threatening to spill.

The ballroom sparkled with luxury, yet a heavy sense of despair enveloped me like a suffocating veil. My stepmother had turned tonight into another opportunity to flaunt me like a prized possession—a pawn in her twisted game of control.

“Remember, Scarlett,” Luna Elena’s voice echoed in my mind, a sickly sweet reminder. “Behave like the perfect maid.”

The evening progressed, the laughter and chatter of the guests blending into a dull roar in my ears. After finally escaping Nina and her friends’ taunts, I found a quiet corner, desperate for a moment of peace. That’s when I saw him. And I smelled him.

It was as if time stopped when our eyes met. A magnetic pull so strong it felt like destiny itself was intervening. I had spent months praying silently to the Moon Goddess, begging her to free me from my chains. And now, here he was, standing tall and proud, his gaze holding mine with such intensity that I felt my heart skip a beat.

Could this be my salvation? The escape I had been longing for?

He walked towards me, each step confident and assured. The crowd seemed to part for him, though all I could focus on was the soft smirk playing on his lips. When he reached for my hand, a jolt of electricity surged through me—a promise of something more, something beyond the misery and pain that had defined my existence.

“I knew it was you,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. “From the moment I saw you.”

I swallowed, unable to find my voice, overwhelmed by the intensity of the mate bond. Could he sense my desperation? The fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night everything changed?