An Omega For The Twin Alpha

lpha's Ball, a tradition as old as the pack itself. Every year, the Alpha hosted this grand event to celebrate the coming of age of the young wolves, those

gown she owned, a pale blue that matched her eyes and clung to her slender frame. It was a stark contrast to the elaborate dresses worn by the daughters

to pack lore, she might find her mate. For as long as she could remember, Ava had harbored a secret hope that the Alpha, Rowan Blackwood, might notice

t made him the center of attention in any room. His hair was jet-black, a stark contrast to his piercing blue eyes, and his features were sharp and angular,

he Alpha. He would never choose someone like her as his mate. Still, a small part of he

by torches that flickered in the gentle breeze, casting a warm glow over the assembled pack members. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and mus

uiet solitude of the forest or the comfort of her own company. Tonight, though, she felt a pang of loneliness as she watched the other young wolves la

stood, surrounded by the pack's elite. He was dressed in a formal black suit that only accentuated his comman

sharp and defined in the flickering torchlight. She couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, wishing t

erful, and capable of standing by his side as an equal. Ava was none of those things. She was weak, an

onging. She watched as he danced with the daughters of the Beta and other high-ranking wolves, his movements graceful a

the torches and the lively energy of the pack kept the chill at bay. Ava found herself standing near the edge of the clearing

rself to yet another night of disappoint

va

ew feet away. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on her, and for a moment

, her voice trembling slightly as

stood, half-hidden in the shadows. There was something unreadable in his

owan said, his voice low and smooth

it be? Could he actually see somethin

said quietly, her eyes down

her spine. There was something almost predatory in the wa

oice soft but laced with an undercurrent of p

ve him, wanted to believe that she was more than just an Omega, that she c

d, her voice barely audible

tudied her. Then, slowly, he reached out and took her ha

voice low and comm

fade away. The noise of the crowd, the flickering torches, the chill in the air-

might overlook, but I don't. You have a strength, Ava, a quiet resilience tha

ar, everything she had dreamed of. And yet, there was a part of her that couldn't quit

aid, her voice trembling.

d, and his eyes flashed with some

fierce. "You are not weak. You are not nothin

ss his face. For a moment, Ava thought she saw regret, or mayb

closing off. The warmth in his eyes was replaced by the col

and formal. "You're right. You're an Omega, and there are e

struggle in his eyes. It was as if he was torn betw

looked at her one last time, his gaze lingering

, his voice flat and emotionless. "And remembe

standing alone in the clearing, her heart pounding

else, something she couldn't quite name. She had spent so long dreaming of a moment like this,

owan saw something in her, something that se