(Olivia's POV)
"ATTACK! We're under attack!"
The warning came too late. Bandits from an unknown source suddenly poured into our defense lines like water from a breached dam—dozens of them, their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty fanaticism. But their movements were off. These were not the ordinary bandits driven mad by a lust for territory or resources. Their movements were militarized, aimed with a practiced efficiency at key positions.
At this moment, the fiancé's brother and the betrayal are no longer important. I quickly make a judgment, as a small wandering wolf pack that has now grown into a large pack, our Ebony Pack also has anti-invasion training as part of our regular training. I issue the order, my voice filled with the command of an Alpha. "Warriors, to the outskirts! Protect the civilians! Delta team, guard the exits!"Immediately afterward, with my bare hands, I tore off part of my floor-length white dress and made an opening to facilitate my movement.
The ceremony hall transformed into a battlefield in seconds. Silk and ceremony forgotten, wolves fought in partial shifts – claws extended, fangs bared, but maintaining human form for better control. The scent of blood mixed with the lingering sweetness of wedding flowers, creating a sickening perfume.
I fought through the chaos, my white dress staining red. A rogue lunged for my throat; I caught him mid-leap, using his momentum to snap his neck. Another came from behind – this one I met with an Alpha-powered punch that shattered his jaw. My body moved on autopilot, years of training flowing through muscle memory.
Then I heard it – a cry of pain that cut through the battle noise like a knife. My father.
Alexander Blackwood lay crumpled near the altar, his face contorted in agony. The strong Alpha who had raised me, who had dared to make his daughter his heir, now looked small and vulnerable. Purple lines spread across his skin like poison ivy.
"Wolfsbane," a familiar voice said beside me. Dominic appeared like a shadow, producing a vial of clear liquid. "Let me help."
I hesitated for a split second, remembering whose son he was. The Silver Moon Pack had killed my mother – could I trust them with my father's life? But Alexander's breathing grew more labored with each passing second.
"Why do you have the antidote?" I demanded, even as I took the vial.
"I always carry it." His ice-blue eyes met mine steadily. "These attacks are... unfortunately common."
Something in his tone made me look closer, but there was no time to question it. I administered the antidote, watching color flood back into my father's face as his breathing eased.
I breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Dominic, "Stay here, little prince, and help me watch over my father." With that, I dashed out, continuing to fight alongside my warriors.
The battle raged on for hours. I fought until my muscles screamed, until blood – both mine and others' – had turned my wedding dress into a grotesque painting. When it was finally over, the hall looked like a war zone. The dead lay where they fell, rogues and pack members alike.
As warriors cleared the bodies and healers tended the wounded, my Beta approached with something clasped in his hand. A silver pendant caught the fading light, its surface etched with a familiar insignia – the mark of the Silver Moon Pack.
"Alpha," he said hesitantly, "we found this among the rogues."
I stared at the pendant, pieces clicking into place like a deadly puzzle. But proof? No. Just like with Adrian and Oliver, I had suspicions but no concrete evidence. The Silver Moon Pack was too clever for that.
Three days passed in a blur of cleanup and heightened security. I threw myself into work, ignoring the pitying looks and whispered conversations that followed me everywhere. The female Alpha heir, jilted by a male omega for her own brother. The scandal would feed pack gossip for years.
When I finally finished the aftermath work and was about to go back to my room to take a shower and tidy up myself, as I passed by Adrian's room, I heard it - the panting moans and intimate laughter. "Oh, baby, your tongue is so great. Can you go deeper?" Adrian's voice made me feel nauseous for the first time. The Pack was not yet fully settled, but they were no longer hiding, only indulging in pleasure.
Something in me snapped.
I didn't bother with the door this time. My power blew it off its hinges, revealing Oliver and Adrian tangled together on the bed. They scrambled apart, but there was no panic in their faces – only smug satisfaction.
"Finally figured it out?" Adriane unhurriedly put on his shorts, his voice full of sarcasm."We've been together since the day Father brought him here. You were just too stupid to see it."
"Too desperate to be loved," Oliver added, his omega mask dropping completely to reveal something cruel and calculating. "It was almost too easy. The mighty Alpha heir, so strong in battle but so pathetically weak in love."
My vision went red. Years of pain and betrayal erupted in a wave of pure rage. Power exploded from me, golden energy slamming them both against the wall with bone-crushing force. I heard ribs crack, smelled fresh blood, and couldn't bring myself to care.
"Are you crazy? Ovelia, I am your brother." Adrian leaned against the wall, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Brother? You didn't remember you were my brother when you plotted against me, and you didn't remember you were my brother when you slept with my fiancée. Now, after I've beaten you, you say you are my brother?" I laughed, "But I remember you are my brother, because if you weren't, you'd be a corpse right now. Oh no, make that two corpses." I glanced at Oliver, who had been knocked unconscious by my power.
"You're out of your mind, if you acted like a good woman, a good sister, I wouldn't fuck your fiancé." I realized that this man wasn't my brother, just a monster, "Even if I was a good woman, a good sister, you would have done the same thing when you realized that I was more powerful than you. Because you're just an incapable fool who's only jealous. "I finally said the words that have been weighing on my heart for many years.
Adrian seemed not to expect me to speak so bluntly, he froze, leaning against the wall and panting heavily. I didn't want to waste any more words with him, "Get out of here, now take this disgusting omega and get out, don't let me see you in front of me, or I'm not sure what I'll do to him." Adrian struggled to pick up Oliver and left the pack house.
They fled, broken and bleeding, leaving me standing in the wreckage of everything I'd thought I knew. The perfect omega, the loving brother – all lies. Even the attack felt orchestrated now, though I couldn't prove it.
I made my way to the training grounds, my heart hardening with every step. The moon watched silently as I stripped off my ruined clothes and began to move through combat forms, letting physical exertion burn away the last of my weakness.
"We don't need them," Cora growled. "We never did. We're stronger alone."
As I moved through the familiar patterns, a now-familiar scent of silver fir and cedar drifted on the wind. Somewhere in the darkness, ice-blue eyes watched, waiting. Friend or foe? Ally or enemy? In this new world of betrayal and lies, maybe it didn't matter.
The time for trust was over. The time for war had begun.
And this time, I would be ready.