The Omega who Killed her Alpha

Adira's legs burned with the strain of constant movement, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Every corner of the desolate district seemed to echo with Malik's relentless hunt, the fading sound of sirens now replaced by an eerie stillness that weighed heavy on her nerves. Kane led the way, his pace unrelenting, but his posture spoke of an alertness she couldn't match.

"Where are we even going?" Adira hissed, breaking the silence.

Kane didn't turn back. "Far enough from his reach, close enough to get answers."

Her frustration bubbled. "That's not an answer."

"It's the best one you're getting," he shot back, his voice clipped.

Adira swallowed the retort on the tip of her tongue. The air around them felt charged, heavy with tension and something she couldn't quite name.

They turned down another narrow alley, its walls cracked and overgrown with moss. At the end of the passage, a faint light flickered from behind an arched wooden door. Kane slowed, his steps cautious.

"What is this place?" Adira asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"A sanctuary," he said, though his tone suggested anything but safety.

He pushed the door open with deliberate care, revealing a dimly lit chamber. The room was sparsely furnished, its air thick with the scent of aged wood and burnt herbs. A woman stood at the far end, her figure illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle.

Adira had heard whispers of the healer—a woman whose knowledge ran deep, whose past was shrouded in mystery. Yet standing here, in the presence of someone who seemed both fragile and unyielding, Adira felt her resolve waver.

Kane stepped forward, his demeanor softening ever so slightly. "We need answers."

Rhea's gaze swept over him, then landed on Adira. Her eyes, dark and piercing, seemed to see too much.

"You brought her here," Rhea said, her voice smooth but heavy with implication.

"She's the key," Kane replied. "You know it as well as I do."

Rhea's lips pressed into a thin line. "Keys open doors, Kane. They also lock them. Do you know which one she will be?"

Adira's patience snapped. "I'm right here, you know. Stop talking like I'm some riddle to solve."

Rhea's expression didn't change, but something flickered in her eyes—approval, perhaps, or curiosity.

"You carry the blood of your Alpha," Rhea said, stepping closer. "And with it, the burden of his choices."

Adira stiffened. "I didn't choose this. I didn't choose any of this."

"No," Rhea agreed. "But the bloodline did."

Kane folded his arms. "We don't have time for cryptic lectures. Tell us what you know about Viktor, about the note—about all of this."

Rhea's gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned away, her hands moving to a worn shelf. She retrieved a rolled parchment and unspooled it on a nearby table.

The parchment was old, its edges frayed and its ink faded, but the symbols etched onto it were unmistakable.

Adira felt her stomach drop. "That… that's the same mark as on the note."

Rhea nodded. "The mark of the pact. A promise made long before your time, one tied to the survival—and destruction—of the packs."

Adira's chest tightened. "What does that have to do with me?"

Rhea pointed to the center of the parchment, where the symbol spiraled into a crescent. "Your Alpha was meant to be the catalyst. His bloodline was chosen to fulfill the prophecy."

Adira's voice rose, laced with disbelief. "Prophecy? You're saying my Alpha died because of some ancient story?"

"Not just a story," Rhea said, her tone sharp. "A binding pact. One that requires blood to awaken what lies dormant."

Kane's jaw tightened. "The entity."

Rhea's silence was confirmation enough.

Adira shook her head, stepping back. "No. This can't be real. He wasn't… He wouldn't…"

Rhea's eyes softened, but her words were unyielding. "He knew, Adira. He knew what was required of him, and he accepted it."

Adira's breath hitched. The weight of her Alpha's betrayal—of his willingness to sacrifice himself, and possibly her—pressed down on her chest.

"That's why Viktor framed me," she murmured, the pieces falling into place. "To keep the truth buried."

"And to ensure you wouldn't uncover it," Kane added.

Rhea stepped closer, her voice low but firm. "The note you carry is only part of the puzzle. If you want to end this, you'll need to find the rest."

Adira met her gaze, her own steady despite the storm raging within her. "Where?"

Rhea hesitated, then spoke a single name.

"Dorian."

Kane's reaction was immediate—his fist slamming into the table, the sound echoing through the room. "He's involved in this?"

"He's always been involved," Rhea said. "You know that."

Adira looked between them, frustration mounting. "Who is Dorian?"

"A traitor," Kane said, his voice hard. "One who hides behind loyalty while selling it to the highest bidder."

"And someone who knows more about your Alpha's death than anyone else," Rhea added.

Adira's pulse quickened. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. "Where do we find him?"

Rhea's expression darkened. "He's with Viktor. At the council meeting tomorrow night."

The words hung heavy in the air.

Kane's eyes met Adira's. "Then that's where we're going."

Adira's stomach churned, but she nodded, her resolve hardening. "We end this."

The distant sound of boots on cobblestones shattered the moment. Kane moved to the door, his body tense.

"They've found us," he said grimly.

Rhea didn't flinch. "Take the back passage. It'll lead you out of the district."

Kane nodded, motioning for Adira to follow.

As they moved toward the hidden exit, Rhea's voice called out, stopping Adira in her tracks.

"Adira."

She turned, her heart pounding.

"Remember," Rhea said, her gaze piercing. "The truth is a weapon. Wield it wisely."

Adira didn't respond. She turned and followed Kane into the darkness, the weight of Rhea's words—and the prophecy—pressing heavily on her shoulders.

The passage was narrow and damp, its walls lined with roots and stones that seemed to close in around them. Kane led the way, his movements swift and purposeful.

"What's the plan?" Adira asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps.

Kane glanced back, his expression unreadable. "We get to the council. And then we make them pay."

Adira swallowed hard, the reality of their path sinking in. The council wasn't just dangerous—it was a death sentence for anyone who dared to challenge its authority.

But there was no turning back now.

As they emerged from the passage into the cool night air, the sound of Malik's men echoed in the distance.

Kane's eyes narrowed. "Stay close."

Adira didn't need to be told twice. She followed him into the shadows, her mind racing with questions and fears she couldn't afford to dwell on.

The truth was a weapon

, Rhea had said.

Adira only hoped she was strong enough to wield it.