The Mafias Omega Wolf Awakening

For three years, I was the invisible Omega scrubbing Alpha Kane’s floors, hiding the secret that we were Fated Mates.

I thought my silence and devotion would eventually win him over, especially after I shifted to save his life from a mutated bear.

But then I heard his voice through the Mind-Link, cold and mocking, speaking to Serra, the woman he intended to make Luna.

"She is just a tool," he laughed. "A shield to keep the elders off my back while I secure our alliance. You are the only one I want."

My heart shattered, but the true knife twist came during the rogue ambush at the bar.

While I was cornered by a wolf wielding a knife, Kane didn't even look at me.

He threw his body over Serra, letting rogues tear his flesh to protect her, while leaving me to die.

He broke every instinct of the mate bond to save a woman who didn't even have a scratch on her.

I watched him bleed for her, and my love finally turned to ash.

I didn't wait for him to heal. I didn't wait for him to realize Serra was actually a human spy using dark magic to fool the pack.

I severed the bond, rejected him under the full moon, and walked into the snow.

Five years later, a crippled, broken Alpha crawled to the border of my new territory.

"Lilith, please," Kane begged, kneeling in the frost, his eyes desperate. "I was a fool. I need you."

I looked down at him, my hand resting securely in the grip of the most powerful Alpha in the North.

"You don't need me, Kane," I said coldly.

"You just need someone to save you from the hell you built."

Chapter 1

Lilith POV

For three years, I had been the invisible stain on the Blood Moon Pack's pristine reputation.

I was an Omega. The lowest of the low. My existence was defined by the grit beneath my fingernails: scouring stone floors until my knees were raw, cooking feasts I wasn't allowed to eat, and bowing my head so low my nose brushed the dirt whenever a high-ranking wolf strode past.

But I harbored a secret that kept the frost from settling in my marrow during the long, lonely nights in the servant's quarters.

Alpha Kane was my Mate.

I knew it the second the clock struck midnight on my eighteenth birthday. The scent had slammed into me like a physical blow-a heady, intoxicating collision of ozone, petrichor, and the sharp, resinous tang of ancient pine.

My inner wolf, usually a quiet, submissive creature, had clawed at my chest, howling a single word that vibrated through my very bones.

Mine.

But Kane was the Alpha. He was powerful, radiant, and destined for a dynasty. I was a nobody. I swallowed the truth. I never told him. I waited, praying the Moon Goddess would guide him to me, that he would catch a drift of my scent-wild jasmine and honey-and claim me.

He never did. Or perhaps, he simply chose to ignore what was beneath him.

Still, I didn't yield. I served him. I served the Pack. I poured my devotion into every shirt I ironed, every meal I plated, loving him from the shadows.

Then came the day the snow turned red.

It was supposed to be a routine patrol. But the woods were cruel that winter. A rogue bear-massive, mutated, and foaming with madness-had ambushed the hunting party. I shouldn't have been there, but I was running supplies to the perimeter.

I saw Kane cornered. His flank was torn open, his wolf form stumbling in the deep drifts. The bear reared up, a mountain of matted fur and muscle, ready to crush his skull.

I didn't think. My body moved before my mind could process the terror. I shifted.

My wolf was small, russet-colored, and unimpressive, but I was fast. I threw myself into the void between the Alpha and death, snapping at the bear's sensitive nose, drawing its roar and its rage onto myself.

It bought Kane the split-second he needed. He lunged, tearing the beast's throat out in a spray of dark blood.

I lay in the snow, panting, my vision blurring as red stained the white around me. Kane shifted back to human form. He was naked, glorious, and terrifying in his violence. He walked over to me.

He didn't scold me. He didn't look through me. For the first time, he truly saw me.