The Omega who Killed her Alpha

The air was thick with the stench of power and deceit as Adira, Kane, and Finn approached the council's grand hall. The towering stone building loomed over them, its shadow stretching across the cobbled streets like a harbinger of doom.

Finn fidgeted beside Adira, his wide eyes darting to the figures patrolling the perimeter. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered.

"No," Adira muttered, her voice low but steady. "But it's not like we have another option."

Kane, walking a step ahead, didn't look back. "Stay close and don't draw attention to yourself. If things go south, you run. No heroics."

Adira shot him a glare. "We're not leaving without answers."

Kane finally turned, his expression hard. "Answers won't matter if we're dead."

Finn swallowed audibly, but Adira didn't flinch. She tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak, the weight of it both comforting and foreboding.

The three of them slipped into the crowd gathering outside the hall, blending in with the mix of pack members and outsiders drawn to the council's summons. The air buzzed with murmured conversations, fear and curiosity intertwining in every word.

Adira's gaze swept over the crowd, her senses on high alert. Her heart stuttered when she caught sight of Malik near the hall's entrance, his imposing figure unmistakable. He was speaking with another Alpha, his expression cold and calculating.

Kane leaned close, his voice barely audible. "Don't let him see you."

Adira nodded, pulling her hood lower over her face. The last thing they needed was Malik recognizing her and sounding the alarm.

The crowd surged forward as the hall's massive doors creaked open. Guards in polished armor lined the entryway, their expressions impassive as they allowed people to enter in small groups.

Kane led the way, his movements deliberate and confident. Adira and Finn followed, keeping their heads low as they passed the guards.

The inside of the hall was even more oppressive than the exterior. Rows of stone benches lined the walls, and at the far end, a raised dais held the council members' imposing chairs. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken threats, and Adira's skin prickled with unease.

They found seats near the back, the shadows providing a semblance of cover. Finn shifted nervously beside her, his gaze darting around the room.

"Relax," Kane muttered. "You're making us look suspicious."

Finn scowled but forced himself to sit still.

Adira's attention snapped to the dais as the council members began to file in, their presence commanding the room. At the center was Viktor, his dark eyes scanning the crowd like a predator surveying his prey.

Her breath hitched, anger and fear twisting in her gut. Kane placed a hand on her arm, grounding her.

"Focus," he murmured.

She nodded, forcing herself to stay calm.

The room quieted as Viktor stood, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade.

"Brothers and sisters," he began, his tone smooth but laced with menace. "We gather tonight under the shadow of betrayal. Our packs face threats both within and without, and it is our duty to root out these dangers before they consume us."

The crowd murmured in agreement, their unease palpable.

Adira's fists clenched. Every word out of Viktor's mouth was a lie, a calculated move to solidify his control and vilify anyone who opposed him.

"Our first order of business," Viktor continued, "is the matter of the Omega accused of murdering her Alpha."

Adira's blood ran cold.

Viktor's gaze swept over the crowd, lingering just long enough to make her stomach churn. "This traitor," he said, his voice rising, "is a stain on our honor. She threatens the very foundation of our society, and we will see justice done."

The crowd erupted into shouts of approval, the sound a deafening roar in Adira's ears.

Kane leaned close, his expression grim. "This is bad."

"You think?" Adira hissed.

Finn fidgeted beside her, his face pale. "What do we do now?"

"Wait," Kane said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The doors at the far end of the hall slammed open, and the room fell silent.

Two guards marched in, dragging a man between them. His head was bowed, his face obscured by his unkempt hair, but Adira's heart stopped when she recognized him.

Her mind raced. He looked worse than she'd imagined—beaten, bloodied, and barely able to stand. The guards shoved him onto the floor in front of the dais, his body crumpling like a rag doll.

Viktor stepped forward, his expression cold. "Dorian," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You stand accused of treason against this council. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Dorian lifted his head slowly, his gaze defiant despite the blood on his face. "Go to hell."

The crowd gasped, the tension in the room crackling like a live wire.

Viktor's expression didn't change, but the air around him seemed to grow colder. "You always were reckless," he said, almost conversationally. "But even you should know better than to bite the hand that feeds you."

Dorian spat blood onto the floor, his defiance unwavering. "Your hand has been choking the life out of us for years. Someone had to fight back."

Adira's chest tightened. Despite his betrayal, Dorian's words struck a chord. He wasn't entirely wrong.

Viktor motioned to the guards. "Take him to the holding cells. We'll deal with him after this meeting."

As the guards dragged Dorian away, Adira's mind raced. She had to act, but every move felt like a trap waiting to spring.

Kane's voice cut through her thoughts. "Stay focused. We're not here to save him."

"He knows something," she whispered. "If we lose him—"

"We won't," Kane said, his tone firm. "But rushing in now will get us all killed."

Adira swallowed her frustration, forcing herself to stay still as the meeting continued. Viktor shifted the discussion to other matters, his voice a constant reminder of the power he held.

But Adira's attention was elsewhere. She couldn't stop thinking about Dorian, about the secrets he carried—and the danger he was in.

When the meeting finally ended and the crowd began to disperse, Kane stood, his movements calm and deliberate.

"Let's move," he said, his voice low.

Adira and Finn followed him out of the hall, their eyes scanning the guards stationed at every corner. The streets outside were dark, the moonlight barely cutting through the heavy fog.

As they slipped into the shadows, Kane turned to Adira, his expression serious.

"If we're going to get to Dorian, we need a plan."

Adira nodded, h

er resolve hardening. "Then we'd better make it fast."