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Evangeline Rose is an Omega with no memories of her past. Orphaned at a young age, she was taken in by the Alpha of the Silver Mountain pack. Grateful for her life and all she has, she keeps her wishes and desires a secret. But what happens when she comes of age and her life is destroyed by those that she holds dear? When heart-breaking truths come to light, she is forced into the grasp of a beast - an Alpha Prince known to be ruthless, dangerous, and cruel. Despite trying to escape, she finds herself trapped in this fate with no solution in sight. Tormented by recurring nightmares that haunt her, foreshadowing a terrifying truth, Evangeline needs to get to the bottom of whatever it is that is plaguing her life before it catches up to her. A Prince of Darkness and an Omega orphan - they are worlds apart yet destined to collide. When secrets, lies, and a forgotten curse come into play, they are forced to embark upon a journey filled with passion, hatred, and temptation. Coupled with a forced union, old flames, and manipulation, Evangeline is plunged into a game larger than her. Will she be able to make it through, or will she succumb to those around her?
Chapter 1
Mar 29, 2025
Evangeline
My eighteenth birthday.
A night that should be memorable, one that every werewolf waits for. For me, last night was meant to be so important. Being the weakest of the pack, my options are already limited, but things got worse after last night.
I am an omega. I am the lowest on the food chain, prey — a nobody.
An omega is only good for two things: to serve as a pup carrier or a plaything for a wolf who wanted me. That’s what is expected, anyway. An omega is meant to be meek, submissive, and, most of all, compliant.
"Happy birthday, dear," Grandmother Philomena says, placing the beautiful cake in front of me. The cake is covered in black fondant with red roses of edible icing.
The glowing candles on the cake dance before my eyes, blurring into glimmering spots as I look at the cake. Something that is meant to be a happy moment for me really isn't.
Last night, I didn't shift, although I should have.
Of everything, I didn't expect this. When I stood under the moon, nothing happened. I didn’t even feel her presence. I was devastated. Without my wolf, I am useless, even as an omega. I wouldn’t survive the alpha’s knot, nor would I be able to carry a pup.
Sure, Alpha Aeron said it might just be that there may have been a mistake in my date of birth, as I had lost all memories of my past, but Grandmother Philomena had taken me to the Oracle years ago to determine my age. Surely, the Oracle couldn’t be wrong.
No matter how shaken I was, I simply smiled at the Alpha and nodded, although I knew no one believed that either. I am a failure; I bet they regret even taking me under their wing.
But what hurt me most was the look of disappointment on Sinclair’s face when I didn’t shift. Sinclair, the Alpha’s son and the man I yearn for. He even took me to buy this dress a few days ago, but all that excitement was for nothing.
Last night, when I didn't shift, he had silently turned and left, and I don't blame him.
The distant chant of "Happy Birthday" from a room full of fake friends still reaches my ears despite being consumed by my emotions and thoughts. I can't shut them out completely. Grandmother Philomena has organized this for me. I must show her I’m grateful.
"You're eighteen. Congratulations, Evangeline. Here, cut the cake." Someone passes me a knife, and I hear myself thanking them.
It isn't a big party, just a few young men and women invited by Grandmother Philomena. It still feels like too many people. This is the first time a party is thrown for me.
I'm surprised she didn’t cancel, especially since I never got my wolf, but I guess it was too late to do so. My eyes scan around the vast space, looking for him.
Where are you, Sinclair? You promised to be here.
I am scared that he is disgusted with me since I never got my wolf. It still hurts that he turned and left yesterday.
Usually, Alpha Aeron, Sinclair, and Grandmother Philomena would give me a present, and we would have dinner together, something I cherish. Even though Alpha Aeron is a busy man, leading one of the most powerful packs in the country, he still made time for me.
"There you go, dear." Grandmother Philomena smiles endearingly as she feeds me a bite of cake.
"Thank you, Grandmother Philomena." I smile as I eat the cake.
Chocolate, my favourite.
"Smile, child," she murmurs as she hugs me.
Am I not acting normal? Of course, with guests, she wouldn’t want me to behave like I am miserable. I am being ungrateful. She is throwing me a party, yet here I am, acting all gloomy. I look around the room, smiling gently. But inside, I still feel uneasy and chastise myself for upsetting Grandmother Philomena.
This room is full of people who know I am not one of them. I am just an omega, and they are all ranked she-wolves, but of course, they would want to attend. What better chance to glimpse or spend time with Sinclair than this?
I scan the room, looking for him, and my heart skips a beat at just the thought of him.
Why isn't he here?
Although I am different, I don’t let it get to me.
"Go mingle," Grandmother Philomena orders, and I must obey.
Taking a deep breath, I venture into the midst of the guests. I walk through the crowds, thanking people for coming and for their gifts. They are pleasant to me because Grandmother Philomena has eyes everywhere.
After a while, when Grandmother Philomena leaves the room, I walk over to the refreshment table and help myself to a refreshing iced drink. I am so disappointed that Sinclair isn't here. He promised me.
"Evangeline." I turn to look at the group of she-wolves who approach me.
They are all in their early twenties and older than I am. Luckily, they aren't some of my bullies. I can see Celia across the room, talking avidly (or more like showing off) to the others. But then, she is a high-ranked she-wolf, after all.
I move a little further over, hoping they want to help themselves with food and not bother with small talk.
"Hello," I say, smiling politely at the women before me. Two of them are of alpha blood, and I lower my head in submission.
"Where’s Sinclair?" one of them asks, helping herself to a drink.
I sip my drink quickly. "I don’t really know. I'm sorry,” I say, looking around.
Another two roll their eyes whilst one of them shakes her head. “Can you call him? We were really hoping he’d be here.”
My hands tremble with nervousness, and my eyes dart around. It is no surprise they are here for him. No one showed up for me, only him, and now I am wasting their time. Another reason for them to dislike me. Yet still, my eyes prickle, knowing the one person I thought would never let me down did. Sinclair broke his promise.
"I'm afraid I don’t know where he is," I mumble, feeling awful.
"Obviously. She’s just an omega. She has no right to call him, Katya."
"So, we came for no reason," Katya murmurs.
"I’m sorry. Excuse me," I say politely, trying not to let my emotions show. It hurt when they said that. I am a person with feelings. I get it; no one wanted to come to my party. I didn't either.
Unable to handle more of their snide comments and judgy eyes, I excuse myself. No one really cares, carrying on with their conversations without even sparing me a glance.
"Great. I came here for him." I hear one of them complain to the others.
"Same. Why else would we attend an omega’s party?" a third whispers.
"Shush, you don’t want Lady Philomena to hear you."
I leave the hall disheartened. I wanted Sinclair here, too. He promised me, but I haven't seen him since last night.
It hurts.
Entering the bathroom, I feel disappointed.
He said he’d be here.

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