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The Betrayed Omega's Revenge

The Betrayed Omega's Revenge

Priest Valen

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Amara Solthorne was once a loyal and gentle omega, bound to her pack by duty and love. But her world shattered when her mate, Kieran Vale, rejected her during the sacred Luna's Bond Ceremony, leaving her humiliated and cast out. Betrayed and broken, Amara soon discovers her true heritage, a bloodline of Moonfire wolves, beings of immense power feared by all. With her powers awakened, Amara sets out on a journey to reclaim her honor and exact revenge on those who betrayed her. But when an ancient enemy rises, threatening the very existence of wolfkind, she must decide whether her vengeance is worth risking the lives of those she once called family. In a world where betrayal runs deep and trust is scarce, Amara's path to redemption will forge her into a legend or destroy her completely.

Chapter 1 The Betrayal

The forest was alive with whispers, the wind brushing through the towering pines as the pack gathered under the pale glow of the full moon. Tonight was the Luna's Bond Ceremony, a sacred tradition where mates were confirmed before the pack. Amara Solthorne stood at the edge of the clearing, her heart thundering against her ribs.

For weeks, her dreams had been consumed by this moment. Kieran Vale, her destined mate, the beta of the Crescent Howl Pack, would finally announce their bond. After years of silent yearning, Amara would step into the role she had always been told she was born for, the Luna's mate.

But something felt wrong.

The crowd parted as Kieran stepped forward, his dark hair gleaming under the moonlight. His emerald-green eyes, once so warm when they met hers, now carried a strange coldness. Amara smiled despite the knot forming in her stomach, willing herself to trust him.

Kieran raised his hand, and the pack fell silent. "Tonight," he began, his voice steady, "we honor the bond that strengthens our pack, the connection between two souls destined by the Moon Goddess herself."

Amara's cheeks flushed as the pack's eyes turned to her. She felt her mother's hand briefly squeeze her shoulder in silent encouragement.

"Amara Solthorne," Kieran said, his gaze locking onto hers. "You are kind. Loyal. A symbol of what an omega should be. But..."

Her breath caught.

"You are not the one I choose to stand beside me as Luna."

The words hit like a thunderclap. The air was suddenly too heavy, the murmurs of the pack deafening in her ears.

Amara stared at him, her mind refusing to accept what she had just heard. "What...what are you saying?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"I reject you as my mate," Kieran said, his tone devoid of emotion.

A gasp rippled through the crowd. Amara felt her knees weaken, but she forced herself to stay upright. She searched his face for any sign of regret or hesitation but found none.

"Why?" The question escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Kieran's lips tightened. "Because I need someone stronger by my side. Someone who can elevate the pack, not hold it back."

The words cut deeper than any blade. Amara felt the eyes of the pack burning into her, pity and judgment swirling around her like a storm.

Her father, the pack's healer, stepped forward, his face a mixture of outrage and hurt. "Kieran, this is not how it's done. A rejection at the ceremony"

"It's done," Kieran interrupted coldly. "This is my decision."

Amara couldn't speak. The bond between them, the invisible thread that had tied her to him since the moment they met, began to unravel. The pain was searing, an ache that reached into her very soul.

As Kieran turned away, another figure emerged from the crowd. Isla Greythorn, a dominant and ambitious wolf who had always been vocal about her disdain for omegas. She slid her arm around Kieran's, her smile triumphant.

Amara's vision blurred. She didn't wait for anyone to say anything more. She ran.

The forest felt colder than usual, the trees casting long shadows under the full moon. Amara's breaths came in short gasps as she stumbled through the underbrush, tears streaking her face.

How could he?

The question rang in her mind, over and over, until it was all she could hear.

She didn't stop until she reached the edge of the pack's territory. The pain of the rejection clawed at her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. She fell to her knees, clutching at the ground as if it could anchor her.

A howl echoed in the distance, a sound of celebration from the pack she had been cast out of.

She clenched her fists.

Her life had been dedicated to them, her family, her pack, Kieran. And yet, in one moment, it had all been taken away.

"Pathetic."

Amara's head snapped up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. A man stepped out from the shadows, his silver eyes glinting in the moonlight. He was tall, with a scar cutting across his sharp jawline, and he carried an air of authority that made her instinctively wary.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"Someone who knows betrayal when he sees it," the man replied, his gaze sweeping over her. "You're broken now, but there's power in you. I can see it."

Amara shook her head. "You don't know me."

"I know enough," he said, his tone calm but unyielding. "You're not just an omega, are you?"

His words sent a chill down her spine.

"I can help you," the man continued. "If you're willing to let go of everything you thought you were."

Amara stared at him, torn between fear and desperation. She had nothing left to lose.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Orion Duskbane," he said. "And if you want to survive, you'll follow me."

Amara hesitated for only a moment before rising to her feet.

"Fine," she said, her voice steadier than she felt. "But if you're lying to me"

"Then you'll find out soon enough," Orion interrupted, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

As they disappeared into the forest, Amara couldn't help but glance back toward the pack she had once called home.

Her heart was still heavy with pain, but something new had begun to stir within her, an ember of anger, of determination.

The omega they had cast out was gone.

And whoever she was becoming, the pack would regret ever turning their backs on her.

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