After three years as Alpha Darian’s wish-slave, Lyra’s nightmare peaks when he snarls, “Abort the pup—Seraphina’s the only Luna my legacy needs.” Betrayed as a “filthy surrogate,” she’s forced to endure a brutal abortion ritual while he offers her to Kael, her childhood protector: “Take her. She’s just defective Omega trash.” But Lyra claws for freedom: the Blood Moon Pact demands 100 wishes to break free—she’s granted 97. When Seraphina smirks, “Retrieve Darian’s ring from Moon Lake,” Lyra’s resolve hardens: “Three wishes left. Then I’m gone.” Darian sneers, “Prove you’re useful,” blind to her countdown. Kael pleads, “Moonveil awaits—you don’t have to go back,” but Lyra’s trapped in a deadly game: 98 wishes down, two to go. One wrong move, and Darian’s obsession will destroy her. Chapter 1 “For three twilight cycles, I walked beside Alpha Darian Voss, devoting myself to him each twilight as the Blood Moon Pact bound us.” Not until the scent of new life clung to my fur did he concede to the Bonding Rite, oath of eternal devotion echoing in the hollow of my ear. Before the moon could rise again, the pact shattered. Dawn found him dragging me to the Pack Healer’s den, hackles raised as he snarled for the pup extraction ritual. “Erase it,” he commanded, silver pupils cold as the northern tundra. “No Omega-tainted blood will bear my legacy—only Beta Seraphina Moore deserves that honor.” I swallowed the growl rising in my throat, pleading for the life stirring within. The truth emerged like a broken bone: his first love had returned, her scent overriding all else. That was when the insults began—“filthy surrogate,” “a burden he couldn’t shake,” each word a claw to my heart. But he forgot one truth: I was never here for love. The Blood Moon Pact demanded 100 wishes to break free, and I’d already granted 97. Three more, and I could return to Moonveil Pack, where my real life awaited. – “Even if you whelp that half-breed, it’ll be an outcast, unwanted by pack or moon,” the same Alpha who’d vowed starlight and devotion just nights before now bared his fangs in the Healer’s den. “You’ll do as I say, won’t you, Beta?” I studied him, marveling at the madness in his gaze—the same gaze that had once softened at my scent. My mind flickered to the moment I’d told him of the pup, his tail wagging, promises of a shared den spilling from his lips. Shoving the ache aside, I met his stare. “Does this count as Wish 97?” Many of his wishes had been the same—orders to nuzzle his neck, to whisper I belonged to him. I’d once hinted that after 100 wishes, I’d leave, but stayed for the warmth of his fur. Now, my words were a curse. “Spare me the pact nonsense,” he snapped. “You were always Seraphina’s shadow, nothing more.” “Then Wish 97 it is,” I said, voice steady as the moon’s orbit. “I’ll do as you command.” Darian froze, unaccustomed to such easy compliance from the Beta who’d once challenged his every order. On the cold stone slab of the Healer’s altar, I felt the silver-tipped needle pierce my paw, the toxin burning through my veins. The agony of losing the pup was nothing to the betrayal—he stood outside, scent mingling with Kael’s, the Beta who’d always watched over me. “Ensure Seraphina never catches wind of this,” Darian murmured. “She’s the only Luna this pack will ever know.” At six moons pregnant, I could still sense the tiny heartbeat fading. *Why bind yourself to me if your heart belongs to another?* Kael’s voice cut through the den’s silence, sharp as a blade. “And Lyra? You’d destroy a life she’s carried half a year for a she-wolf who left you?” “Seraphina was stolen from me,” Darian hissed. “Lyra’s presence is repayment for those lost years. Now do as I say—erase the evidence.” All knew Kael carried a torch for me, his loyalty to Shadowriver Pack a thin veil for his true allegiance: Moonveil, my birth pack. Darian’s laugh was a low, dangerous rumble. “Keep her if you want. She’s nothing but a defective Beta, reeking of Omega weakness.” Chapter 2 Learning I was a mere substitute tore at my soul deeper than any claw. Every tender moment, every shared howl at the moon—lies, all of it. I was a placeholder, a vessel for his unfulfilled love. As I lay in the Healer’s den, blood staining the straw bedding, he stood outside, offering me as a prize to Kael. “She’s yours, if you’ll have her. Bet she’d follow you anywhere, desperate for a real Alpha.” Once, a single growl from Darian would’ve sent Kael retreating. Now, I was chattel, to be bartered and discarded. Gazing at the tiny, still form beside me, I clenched my jaw. *Three wishes left. Focus on the pact.* The Blood Moon Pact was clear: 100 wishes to break free. Darian had saved me as a cub, and I’d repaid him faithfully, even as my Omega bloodline—hidden, but never forgotten—threatened to surface. After the ritual, Kael placed a warm herb pouch on my brow, his touch gentle, scent calming. “Drink this,” he said, but my eyes were on Darian, already striding toward the den’s entrance. “Done playing your little game, Lyra?” Darian called over his shoulder. “No need to pretend devotion now. Seraphina’s return makes your charade obsolete.” I ignored the herbal brew, rising on shaky legs. “Wish 96 was your demand I attend the den’s gathering. Fulfilled. Now I go.” Darian sneered, but Seraphina’s scent preceded her, sweet and cloying, as she stepped into the den. There she was—the reason for every scar, every broken vow. Her fur was sleek, ears tipped with silver, a perfect mirror of the Beta he’d always wanted. His posture softened at the sight of her, a betrayal more painful than the ritual. “Seraphina, my love—” “Save it,” I said, voice low. “I’ve come to fulfill the wish, nothing more.” Seraphina smirked, eyeing my bloodied paws. “Rough night, Beta? I heard you had an… accident.” Her gaze dropped to my midriff, mock sympathy dripping from her words. “Such a shame. Darian did say you were clumsy with pups.” I turned to leave, but her next words froze me. “Oh, and Lyra—Darian’s family heirloom went missing in the Moon Lake. A little trinket, but dear to him. I’m sure you’d want to retrieve it, being the dutiful pact-bound Beta you are.” Her tone made it clear: this was a test, a display of her newfound power. Darian stepped forward, blocking my path, scent a chaotic mix of guilt and urgency. “Seraphina’s right. The Moonstone Ring—” “Is this Wish 98, then?” I interrupted, too weary for games. He hesitated, then nodded, the Alpha in him refusing to admit weakness even now. “Yes. Retrieve the ring, Lyra. Prove you’re still useful.” I met his gaze one last time, memorizing the silver of his eyes—the same eyes that had once made me believe in forever. Now, they were just another reminder of the lie I’d lived. “Very well, Alpha,” I said, bowing my head in mock deference. “As you wish.” The cold of Moon Lake bit through my fur as I waded in, stones cutting my paws. Below the surface, the ring glimmered, but something else lingered—a faint, familiar scent, like ozone and moonlight, the scent of home. *Almost free.* When I surfaced, ring in hand, Darian’s expression was not one of gratitude, but revulsion. “Stop playing the martyr,” he snapped. “You’re no hero—just a Beta fulfilling her duty.” Seraphina took the ring, smirking as she slipped it onto her paw. “Such dedication, Lyra. Almost makes me jealous.” I said nothing, turning to leave. The pain in my paws was nothing to the clarity blooming in my chest: three wishes left, and then—no more Darian, no more Shadowriver Pack, no more pretending to be something I wasn’t. Kael met me at the den’s edge, offering a steadying paw. “You don’t have to go back in there,” he said, voice low, earnest. “Moonveil Pack awaits you, Lyra. Your real family.” I smiled faintly, though my heart ached. “Not yet, Kael. Three wishes remain. Then… then I can finally breathe.” He nodded, understanding in his gaze—the gaze of a fellow Moonveil wolf, my childhood protector, now offering a lifeline I wasn’t yet ready to grasp. Behind us, Darian and Seraphina’s laughter rang out, a harsh melody of betrayal and delusion. But their voices faded as I focused on the pact’s countdown: 98 wishes fulfilled, two more to go. The moon rose overhead, casting long shadows on the path ahead. For the first time in three years, hope stirred—faint, but unbroken. Soon, the past would be nothing but a scar, and I’d return to the pack where I belonged, where I was more than a substitute: I was Lyra Blackwood, Beta of Moonveil, and no Alpha’s wish would chain me forever. Chapter 3 Darian’s snarl followed me as I emerged from the lake, water dripping from my sodden fur, the Moonstone Ring clutched in my trembling paw. The cold had seeped into my bones, but the burn of his disdain was hotter—*disgust*, not concern, flaring in his silver eyes. “Stop wallowing, Beta,” he snapped, tail lashing. “You’re not a tragic heroine—just a tool fulfilling its purpose.” Seraphina purred as she took the ring, her wolfbone earrings clinking like shattered ice. “Such dedication, Lyra. I almost feel sorry for you.” Her words dripped with false sympathy, but her scent—sharp, triumphant—betrayed her. I dropped the ring into her paw, ignoring the sting of gravel in my wounded pads. “Wish 98 is fulfilled, Alpha.” My voice was steady, but inside, something cracked. *Two wishes left.* Darian’s lip curled, as if my compliance offended him. Once, he’d praised my resilience; now, it was a flaw, a reminder that I wasn’t the fragile Beta he wanted Seraphina to be. The next three sunrises blurred into a haze of pain and silence. I holed up in the Healer’s den, Kael bringing me herbal poultices for my paws, his presence a quiet reassurance. But even his soothing scent couldn’t mask the rumors swirling through Shadowriver Pack: *Seraphina’s past, a forbidden Blood Moon Ritual video, her scent lingering on a Northern Alpha’s fur.* Then came the notification—a grainy clip circulating on PackNet, a she-wolf with Seraphina’s sleek silver fur and telltale earring performing a ritual meant for mated pairs. The comments burned: *“Is that Shadowriver’s future Luna?” “Beta Lyra looks just like her—coincidence?”* Darian burst into the den, scent a storm of panic and fury. “You’ll take the blame,” he ordered, paw slamming into the stone wall. “Claim it’s you in the video. Now.” I stared at him, the man who’d once vowed to protect me from harm. “Is this Wish 99, Alpha?” His jaw clenched. “Yes. Do it, and I’ll make the scandal disappear. Seraphina’s joining the Northern Council—she can’t have this stain.” Kael stepped forward, hackles raised. “You can’t ask this of her, Darian. The scent match is too precise—” “Silence, Beta,” Darian snarled, though Kael was no ordinary Beta. His Moonveil star-marked paw pads glowed faintly, a silent warning, but Darian was blind to anything but his obsession. I stood, steadying myself on Kael’s shoulder. “Very well. But after this, only one wish remains.” The Scent Forgery Ceremony was a violation worse than the pup extraction. In the Pack Hall, under the watch of elders, I let Darian inject Seraphina’s gland secretions into my neck, the toxin burning as my scent shifted to mimic hers. My silver crescent mark throbbed—it rejected the falsehood. Before the assembled pack, I lied: “I am the wolf in the video. I… I betrayed the pack’s trust.” The words tasted like ash, but Seraphina’s smirk across the hall was a blade to my gut. The crowd erupted in growls—*“Traitor!” “Unclean Beta!”*—but Darian’s nod was all that mattered. He’d saved Seraphina, as always.
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