A smell hit me like a truck going full speed. Pine trees and winter storms. Leather and something wild and scary and completely overwhelming. It made my wolf go totally crazy inside my head, scratching and clawing to get out. My knees went weak. The cleaning materials fell from my hands, clattering to the floor like my world was falling apart.

"Do you smell that?" a deep voice asked. The voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Honey and wildflowers," another voice answered, rougher than the first. "Like summer and sunshine. Where is it coming from?"

A third voice, softer but just as strong, said, "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever smelled."

But that was impossible. I was just an omega. Just unseen Aisla who cleaned floors and stayed out of sight and never caused trouble for anyone important.

The footsteps got closer. I could hear them breathe now.

My wolf was going crazy inside me. She wanted out. She wanted to run toward that smell, not away from it. She wanted something I didn't understand.

"There," the third voice said, softer than the others but somehow more dangerous. "In the kitchen. She's in there."

The footsteps stopped right outside the door. I could feel them there, waiting.

Deep down, I knew my life was about to change forever.

I could swear I heard three wolves roaring inside my head.

The kitchen door handle turned slowly.

I was about to meet my fate.

Or my doom.


~

I had spent my entire life in the shadows. As a lowly omega, I was used to being overlooked, ignored, and unseen. 

But everything changed on my 18th birthday.

That was the day the Moon Goddess gave me a cruel kind of blessing. 

I had a mate. 

Not just one. 

Not two. 

But all three of the Alpha’s sons, the legendary triplets were bound to me.

The rain had not stopped for three days now.


Everywhere I went, I felt eyes on me. Whispers follow me down the halls like a thick smoke. The omega girl. The cursed one.


No matter how quietly I moved, no matter how much I tried to make myself small again, I couldn't vanish anymore. I was no longer in the shadows. The bond made me glow to everyone. Too bright. Too obvious.


I used to dream of being seen, of being noticed. But now my presence was the fuel stirring fear.


You are the heir to the most powerful family in werewolf history.


Moonblood. Not omega. Not invisible. Not forgotten.


It should have felt like freedom. Instead, it felt like chains.


Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw Lucien's face twisted in pain as I strangled him with dark, poisonous vines. I also smelled the singe of Caelan's skin burning beneath the vines. I heard Kieran's voice, strained with more fear than anger.


Chapter 15 - The Weight of Blood