From a Broken Omega to the Northern Queen

idn't commit, my fated mate, the Alpha who let

ce as his Luna, not out of love,

ous Seraphina-my adopted sister, the one who framed me-was hav

eard my own parents' secret conversation. The

hina, and her "weak heart

Not surprise. Not even pain. Just a profound,

e-an offer of escape. A new life in a sanctuary far to the n

they were get

ey know, I wa

pte

ra

protest echoing in the damp stone cell

utrition, trembled as I pushed myself to my feet. A sharp, searing pain shot up my right leg, a permanent reminder of the silv

la

childhood memories. It was a voice that resonated with power, a sound that

g the cramped space with an oppressive energy. The scent of him-a potent mix of winter pine and the clean, shar

ook a step inside, his dark eyes scanning my frail form with an unnerving detachment. "As per t

he bond between us, that sacred connection the Goddess bestowed upon mated pairs, was a phantom limb. It was there, a dull thro

arents... the pack elders, could not be here. Seraphi

dopted sister. The one whose place I was born to t

a, the lowest of the low. My parents, in their grief and disappointment, had adopted Seraphina, the orphaned daughter of the Gamma, and showered her with the love and status that should have been mine. I was forced to yi

ing his back to me, a

e world that had forgotten me. The pack members we passed averted their gazes, their fa

was just a collection of hostile stares. Kaelen's Beta, a stern-faced wolf named Ma

me being," he announced, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "It is b

lling wave. Seven years in a dungeon, only

faint flicker against my mental shie

phina is asking for you! She

s replaced by a raw, immediate panic. His head snapped up

ted back, his mental voice

large, ornate house where the pack leaders lived, leaving me alone

ilapidated shacks reserved for the Omegas. I pushed open the door to the smallest one, the one that had been mine before the dung

s, my body screaming in protest. Exhaus

er, Lyra, were communicating through the mind-link. My white wolf blood, a secret I had guarded my entire lif

nxiety. 'Seraphina saw her from the window. The shock was

once a source of comfort, was now sharp wit

, his tone heavy. 'For the good of the pack, and for S

ng nothing. Not surprise. Not even pain. Just a profo

me from the window. I dragged my aching body over and saw a small, dark bird perche

s brief. She had arranged an opportunity for me, a place of sanctuary far to the north, a place where I could

e grime on my cheek. It wasn't a tear of sa

ght sky. They wanted to exile me. Little did they know, I was alrea