The Moonwalk mansion was always loud at dawn boots hitting the marble floors, warriors shouting commands, kitchen staff scrambling to prepare the Alpha King's breakfast. But for Seraphine, the noise was background chaos. She had learned to melt into it, to disappear. Omegas survived by being silent shadows.
Today, she wasn't fast enough.
Her heart hammered as she rushed across the grand hallway, balancing a silver tray of documents meant for the council chamber. The papers were shaking because her hands were. One mistake in this mansion could get her punished. Omegas didn't get the luxury of second chances.
She kept her gaze down. Always down.
Eyes on the floor.
Neck lowered in submission.
That was how you stayed unseen.
But fate wasn't in the mood to be kind.
A pair of warriors barged into the hallway, talking loudly, not looking where they were going. One slammed into Seraphine's shoulder, sending the tray flying. The stack of documents scattered like snow across the polished floor.
The warrior didn't apologize. He didn't even look back.
Seraphine dropped to her knees instantly, scrambling to gather the papers with trembling fingers.
"Please, not now… not today…" she whispered under her breath.
If she didn't get these documents in on time, the Beta would lash her. That was the Moonwalk way.
Her vision blurred as she worked faster. Her breath quickened. She could practically feel the threat of punishment creeping over her skin.
Then the air changed.
Suddenly, the hallway became deathly still. Like the mansion itself held its breath.
A pulse of raw, crushing dominance rolled through the walls heavy, suffocating, ancient.
Seraphine froze mid-movement, a sheet of paper crumpled in her fist.
No.
No, no, no.
This was the one aura every living creature in Moonwalk Pack recognized. An aura that commanded kneeling without ever speaking a word.
The Alpha King was approaching.
Her wolf whimpered inside her, curling into a terrified ball.
Her body lowered on instinct, forehead nearly touching the floor.
Footsteps… slow, powerful, echoing like thunder.
Seraphine's breathing turned shallow.
He never came down this hallway. Omegas never crossed his path. He ruled from the top floor, a throne hidden behind walls of warriors. Seeing him meant trouble.
Why was he here?
The footsteps stopped right behind her.
The air grew colder.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hands shaking violently.
A deep voice smooth, dark, and sharp enough to cut bone slid down her spine.
"Stand."
She couldn't. Her knees wouldn't move. Her wolf wouldn't dare.
The alpha aura pressed harder, crushing, suffocating.
"Did you not hear me?" His tone was soft… too soft. The kind that meant danger.
"I.... I…" Her voice cracked. "I can't… Your Majesty, I...I mean no disrespect"
His power wrapped around her throat invisibly, not choking her but forcing her body upright like a puppet. She gasped as her limbs obeyed against her will.
Her legs shook so badly she thought she would crumble.
Slowly, trembling, she lifted her head.
And saw him for the first time.
Tall ..no, massive. Shoulders broad enough to block the light. Dark hair, tousled slightly like he'd run a hand through it. A chiseled jaw dusted with stubble. Lips firm and unforgiving. Eyes a cold, metallic silver that seemed to see straight into her soul.
Kael Dreadmore.
Alpha of Moonwalk Pack.
King of all Alpha Kings.
He looked carved from dominance itself.
And he was staring directly at her.
Seraphine's heart nearly stopped. Omegas never met an alpha's eyes especially his. It was forbidden. Dangerous. Suicidal.
She dropped her gaze instantly.
Too late.
Something flickered in Kael's expression. Curiosity. Annoyance. Something darker… hungrier.
His voice dropped to a low growl.
"You resisted my aura."
"I—I didn't"
"You did." He stepped closer. The cold heat of him rolled over her skin. "If I order an omega to stand, she obeys instantly. You didn't."
Seraphine shook her head frantically. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying my body I was just scared"
"Good."
His voice was a whisper of steel.
"Fear keeps you alive."
Her knees buckled. She caught herself on the floor again, head bowing low.
His hand shot out, gripping her chin, forcing her to look up. His grip wasn't gentle. It wasn't cruel either. It was… claiming.
Her breath hitched.
"Look at me, omega."
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she fought the instinct to faint. His thumb brushed her jaw, testing, exploring, as if assessing how fragile she truly was.
His nostrils flared.
He inhaled her scent.
Oh moon. No.
No, this couldn't be happening.
He leaned in slightly, his lips close to her ear.
"…Interesting."
Every hair on her body rose.
Kael straightened, releasing her, but those silver eyes stayed locked on her for a moment too long.
Then..
"Bring her to my wing."
Seraphine's blood iced.
The warrior guards behind him stiffened in shock.
"Alpha.." one stammered, "she is only an omega servant"
Kael didn't spare him a glance.
"I didn't ask for your opinion." His voice dipped into lethal coldness. "I gave an order."
"Yes, Alpha King."
Three warriors immediately grabbed Seraphine by the arms. She gasped, struggling, panic exploding inside her.
"No....p-please....I didn't do anything"
Kael watched her with unreadable eyes. The ghost of a dark, dangerous smile touched his lips.
"You caught my attention," he said quietly. "For an omega… that is either a blessing."
He paused.
"…or a curse."
Her heart plummeted.
Kael turned his back to her, walking away with the slow confidence of a man who feared nothing in this world.
Without looking back, he spoke:
"Take her to my chambers. I will decide what to do with her."
Seraphine's scream died in her throat as the warriors dragged her down the hall.
The Alpha King had claimed her.
And nothing would ever be the same.