His Holiday Prohibition

Aria Nightshade was not born weak.

She was made that way.

The realization came to her on the night everything shattered.

The Silverfang courtyard burned with light and noise, alive with celebration as wolves gathered beneath golden lanterns. Music pulsed through the air, deep and commanding, echoing against stone walls polished by generations of power.

Tonight was not just a celebration.

It was a declaration.

A choice that would shape the future of the entire pack.

And Aria stood at the edge of it all—unnoticed, unwanted, exactly where she had always been placed.

“Still pretending you belong here?”

The voice came from behind her, soft and cruel.

Aria didn’t turn.

She didn’t need to.

“I’m not pretending,” she said quietly.

A small laugh followed. “Then you’re delusional.”

Footsteps faded, but the words lingered.

They always did.

Aria lowered her gaze slightly, her fingers tightening around each other as she forced her breathing to remain steady.

She had endured worse.

Much worse.

Still… something felt wrong tonight.

Not the crowd.

Not the whispers.

Something deeper.

Her chest felt tight, like invisible pressure was building beneath her skin, unfamiliar and unsettling. Her wolf stirred uneasily, restless in a way she had never felt before.

It made no sense.

She was an omega.

There was nothing in her worth reacting to.

“Tonight,” the elder’s voice rang out, silencing the courtyard, “Alpha Ronan Blackthorn will choose the woman who will stand beside him as Luna of Silverfang Pack.”

Excitement rippled instantly.

Aria’s heart stuttered once.

She ignored it.

It meant nothing.

It had to mean nothing.

At the center of the courtyard stood Ronan.

Power radiated from him effortlessly.

Tall, composed, and unshakable, he was everything a leader should be—and everything Aria had learned never to look at for too long.

Because wanting anything in this pack was dangerous.

And expecting anything was worse.

“Step forward,” the elder continued, “the one you have chosen.”

Silence fell.

Ronan did not move immediately.

Instead, his gaze swept across the crowd.

Slow.

Measured.

Deliberate.

And then—

It stopped.

On her.

Aria’s breath caught sharply.

For one impossible second, the world narrowed to just that moment.

His eyes held hers.

Dark.

Unreadable.

And something in her chest reacted violently.

Not fear.

Not pain.

Something else.

Something that felt… wrong.

Then he looked away.

Just like that.

As if nothing had happened.

As if she had imagined it.

Aria’s fingers trembled slightly before she forced them still.

Of course.

It meant nothing.

She meant nothing.

Ronan stepped forward.

Not toward her.

Never toward her.

The crowd parted as he moved, his path clear, his decision already made long before this night began.

He stopped in front of Selene Virell.

Perfect.

Untouchable.

Chosen long before the words were spoken.

Selene’s lips curved into a knowing smile as she met his gaze.

“I choose you,” Ronan said.

The words echoed across the courtyard.

Final.

Absolute.

The reaction was instant.

Cheers erupted, loud and overwhelming, drowning everything else.

Selene stepped forward as Ronan took her hand, pulling her closer with quiet certainty.

No hesitation.

No doubt.

No second thought.

Like it had always been her.

Like it could only ever be her.

Something inside Aria broke.

This time, it wasn’t quiet.

It cracked sharply through her chest, stealing the air from her lungs.

She lowered her gaze quickly, but not fast enough.

“Look at her,” someone whispered nearby.

“She actually thought—”

“Pathetic.”

Laughter followed.

Aria swallowed hard, her throat burning as she forced herself to remain still.

Do not react.

Do not break.

Do not give them what they want.

“Let it be known,” the elder declared, “that Selene Virell is the chosen Luna of Silverfang Pack.”

The courtyard roared again.

Aria stepped back.

Then another.

The crowd surged forward, eager to celebrate, eager to belong.

She belonged nowhere.

Her chest tightened again—but this time, the pain wasn’t alone.

Something else moved with it.

Colder.

Sharper.

Watching.

Aria lifted her gaze once more.

Not at Selene.

At Ronan.

He stood beside his chosen Luna, composed and unshaken, his expression untouched by everything happening around him.

There was no regret.

No hesitation.

Nothing.

And suddenly—

Aria understood something she had never fully allowed herself to accept.

She had never mattered.

Not to him.

Not to this pack.

Not to anyone.

Whatever had flickered between them moments ago—

It had not been real.

Her chest twisted violently.

And this time—

Something inside her answered.

Not with pain.

With resistance.

Aria turned away.

Without a word.

Without permission.

She walked.

No one stopped her.

No one noticed.

The music swallowed her absence easily.

By the time she reached the forest, the air changed.

Cooler.

Sharper.

Real.

Only then did her steps falter.

Her breath broke first.

Then her control.

Her knees hit the ground hard as the pressure in her chest exploded outward, violent and sudden.

“Something’s wrong—” she gasped.

This wasn’t heartbreak.

This wasn’t normal.

Heat surged beneath her skin, burning, spreading, like something alive was forcing its way through her veins.

Her body trembled violently.

“No… no, this isn’t possible…”

Omegas didn’t feel like this.

Omegas didn’t—

Pain ripped through her again.

Stronger.

Deeper.

And this time—

It didn’t feel like something breaking.

It felt like something tearing free.

A scream tore from her throat as the pressure reached its peak—

And snapped.

Silence crashed down.

Aria collapsed forward, her body going still.

For a moment, the forest held its breath.

Then—

Her fingers moved.

Slowly.

Unnaturally.

Her eyes opened.

And nothing about them was the same.

The dull softness was gone.

Replaced by something sharp.

Bright.

Alive.

A low, unfamiliar growl slipped from her throat as her body pushed itself upright without effort.

The air shifted around her.

The forest responded.

Like it recognized something ancient.

Something dangerous.

Aria inhaled sharply.

Every scent hit her at once—clear, overwhelming, precise.

Her heartbeat steadied.

Strong.

Controlled.

Powerful.

She looked down at her hands.

They trembled.

Not from weakness.

From force.

“What… did they do to me?” she whispered.

The words slipped out before she could stop them.

And for the first time—

The thought didn’t feel random.

It felt right.

Footsteps broke through the silence.

Fast.

Closing in.

Aria turned sharply.

From the darkness, figures emerged.

Rogues.

Three of them.

Their eyes locked onto her instantly.

Predatory.

Calculating.

“Well,” one of them said, smirking, “this is convenient.”

“An omega,” another added. “Alone.”

“Easy prey.”

Aria didn’t move.

But something inside her did.

It sharpened.

Focused.

They think you are weak.

The lead rogue lunged.

Fast.

Confident.

Certain.

Aria moved.

Not back.

Forward.

The moment his hand reached for her—

Something exploded out of her.

Power.

Raw.

Uncontrolled.

Violent.

The rogue was thrown back with brutal force, his body slamming into a tree with a sickening crack.

Silence followed.

The others froze.

Their expressions changed instantly.

Shock.

Then fear.

Aria stood in the center of it, breathing steady, her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

She didn’t understand what she had just done.

But they did.

And suddenly—

She was no longer prey.

She was something else entirely.

Aria’s voice came out low.

Unfamiliar.

“Leave.”

They didn’t argue.

Didn’t hesitate.

They backed away slowly—then turned and disappeared into the forest.

Aria remained where she was.

Still.

Silent.

The power inside her pulsed again.

Stronger.

Darker.

Alive.

Far away, deep within Silverfang territory—

Ronan Blackthorn froze mid-step.

A sharp sensation struck his chest.

Brief.

Violent.

Unfamiliar.

He frowned.

“What was that…”

But the feeling vanished instantly.

Leaving behind only unease.

And something worse—

Recognition.

Back in the forest, Aria lifted her head slowly.

Her breathing steadied.

Her eyes no longer soft.

No longer weak.

Something had been taken from her.

Something had been hidden.

And tonight—

It had broken free.

Aria Nightshade rose to her feet, her body no longer trembling, her presence no longer small.

For the first time in her life—

She understood the truth.

She had never been weak.

She had been restrained.

And now—

Whatever had been holding her back was gone.

Her voice was quiet.

Cold.

Certain.

“They did this to me.”

The realization settled deep within her.

Not confusion.

Not fear.

Clarity.

And with it—

A new kind of anger.

Not loud.

Not reckless.

Controlled.

Focused.

Deadly.

Aria turned toward the distant glow of Silverfang Pack.

The place that had broken her.

The place that had hidden the truth from her.

And for the first time—

She didn’t feel small.

She didn’t feel invisible.

She felt dangerous.

And somewhere, deep inside her, something ancient stirred again.

Not waking.

Watching.

Waiting.

Because this was only the beginning.

And when the truth finally came to light—

Silverfang Pack would learn one thing too late.

They had not rejected the weakest wolf.

They had discarded something they were never meant to control.