The Alphas Sweet Obsession

The dense forest surrounding the Crescent Moon Pack was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the trees. Sienna Moonstone trudged through the underbrush, her breath visible in the crisp night air. Her chest tightened as she clutched a small bundle of herbs she had spent hours gathering. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, creating an ethereal glow around her pale, delicate features.

She hated the forest. Not because it frightened her, but because it symbolized her place in the pack-an omega. She was always tasked with the most menial and degrading jobs. Picking herbs, cleaning the dens, and being at everyone's beck and call had defined her existence. Yet she endured, because that was all she had ever known.

The sting of rejection cut deeper than the cold night air. Born to pack warriors who died in battle when she was just a child, Sienna was left to the mercy of the pack. But mercy was something the Crescent Moon Pack lacked.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of leaves behind her. She froze, her body stiffening as a low growl reverberated through the air. Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned slowly, clutching the bundle of herbs like a makeshift shield.

A pair of glowing yellow eyes peered at her through the darkness.

"Out here all alone, little omega?" sneered a familiar voice.

Sienna's breath caught as Mark, one of the pack warriors, stepped into the clearing. His hulking frame loomed over her, and his predatory grin made her stomach churn.

"I-I was just gathering herbs," she stammered, taking a step back.

Mark's grin widened. "Always so obedient. That's what I like about you, Sienna. So easy to push around."

He advanced, and Sienna's instincts screamed at her to run, but she knew better. Running would only make things worse.

"Leave me alone, Mark," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Or what?" He laughed, his tone dripping with mockery. "You'll call for help? Who's going to come for you? No one cares about an omega."

Sienna clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. He was right. She had no one.

But before Mark could take another step, a powerful growl ripped through the air. The sound was so deep and resonant that it seemed to shake the very ground beneath them.

Mark froze, his expression shifting from predatory to terrified as another figure emerged from the shadows.

It was Alpha Garrett, the leader of the Crescent Moon Pack. His towering frame and piercing blue eyes radiated authority and power. His presence alone was enough to make even the bravest wolves tremble.

"Mark," Garrett's voice was calm but laced with menace. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mark stammered, taking a step back. "I-I was just-"

"You were harassing a member of my pack," Garrett interrupted, his tone icy. "Go. Now."

Mark didn't need to be told twice. He turned and bolted into the forest, his tail metaphorically between his legs.

Sienna stood frozen, her mind reeling. Garrett turned his gaze to her, and for a moment, she thought she saw something other than indifference in his eyes-something softer.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice gentler now.