From A Rejected Omega To A Blessed Luna

pushed her palm against the bleeding wound near his ribcage. The gash was deep and ugly, torn by rogue claws. His flesh peeled apart in

g," barked so

tone clipped but calm. "Hand

smearing the thick, bitter paste over the wound. The warrior screame

she ordered. "I'm

someone used to fixing the broken. The tent reeked of blood, sweat, and fear. The rogue attack had ta

ed, then layered it with a thin c

"Keep him warm, monitor his

ees nearly buckling beneath her. Her brown healer robes were soaked in blood and sweat,

ed with the shoulder first, her hands working gently, murmuring soft reassurance. She wrapped the ankle, gave her a mild seda

stood just outside the medical tent, letting the cold morning wind cool her flushed skin. Her face was sm

stone wall behind the infirmary and drank from a water f

healers, clapping shoulders, praising one another. No on

ga. The unwante

as the one who ke

was the one who

. The morning light was pale, as if the sun, like her, ha

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way others looked at her with pity, with suspicion. No wolf surfaced when she turned sixteen. No howling in her head. N

every toxin. While others learned to fight, she learned to mend. While girls her age d

il

unds. He had stilled, eyes darkening. She had inhaled sharply, recognizing the pull. That g

he had

every word. Eve

ss would mate me with you. You

no one stepped in. The way he'd shoved her to t

palms and a broken bond. And not a s

t

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with glossy hair and a perfect snarl. Liora saw them sometimes holding hands, shar

, she still had

'd straightened it in silence, her hands steady even though his

for somethi

ause she still loved him, but bec

ter that. It became her sanctuar

attle, bleeding and broken, s

their bedsides all night, pressing cool clot

n't come forward, Liora used her hands, her instincts

. But she didn't d

it to st

el ne

ache of be

stumbled into the infirmary, bleeding from a n

you just th

ct him. She just

e from shame than pain. She wrapped his arm gently, made him laugh

so full of light, it

up, he took the charm away and said, "Don'

toreroom and worked until her fingers

ons. It didn't care who you were or who had rejected yo

e others danced

ies, through festivals, through t

missed feeling alive... Because work w

her. If she felt guilt. If she ever regretted tying

ed up at the stars an

he silence did... And it sounded