Mag-log inI am Hayley Viremont, Alpha of the Shadow Pack. But here… I am nothing more than an Omega servant. Or at least, that's what the five Alpha heirs of the Southwell family believe. To secure a fragile alliance between our packs, I agreed to spend one year living under their roof. At the end of it, I must choose one of them as my mate. Only one problem. None of them know who I truly am. So I hide my power. I bow my head. I endure their cold stares, their dismissive laughter, their orders. They think I'm weak. They think I'm beneath them. They think an Omega could never be their destined mate. But every time one of them gets too close, my wolf stirs. Every touch sparks something dangerous. Every argument burns hotter than the last. And the worst part? One of them is my true mate. But before I can discover which heir fate chose for me… Someone uncovers my secret. And suddenly the five men who once looked down on me are staring at me with something far more dangerous than contempt. Desire. Power. Possession. Now the packs are on the brink of war. One of the heirs wants me as his queen. One wants my throne. One wants revenge. One wants my heart. And one of them… Might be the enemy who planned my downfall from the beginning.
view moreI hate kneeling.
But tonight, I will kneel anyway.
My knees press against the cold marble floor while five powerful Alpha heirs stand before me like kings judging a criminal. My head is lowered. My hands are folded like a servant’s.
That is the role I chose.
That is the mask I must wear.
I draw in a slow breath and remind myself why I am here.
One year.
Just one year.
After that, the alliance between the Shadow Pack and the Midnight Pack will be secured. No war. No bloodshed. No more graves like the ones my parents lie in.
Still… kneeling before strangers burns like poison in my chest.
You are not weak, my wolf whispers inside me.
I know, I answer silently.
But tonight, strength must remain hidden.
Footsteps stop in front of me.
Heavy. Confidence. Dominant.
A voice speaks above me.
Deep. Cold. Commanding.
“Lift your head.”
My heart gives a strange, sudden beat.
That voice belongs to Alexander Southwell.
The eldest heir.
Future Alpha of the Midnight Pack.
I hesitate.
Not because I fear him.
But because I fear what might happen if I look at him.
The room grows quiet.
Then a low growl vibrates through the air.
A wolf’s warning.
Alexander speaks again, slower this time.
“When an Alpha speaks, you obey.”
My fingers tighten slightly.
I lift my head.
Our eyes meet.
And something changes.
For a moment, no one moves.
Alexander’s amber eyes lock onto mine like a predator discovering prey that refuses to run. His expression remains calm, but I see the sharp intelligence behind it.
He studies me.
Not like a servant.
Like a puzzle.
Like a threat.
My wolf stirs restlessly.
Careful, she warns.
I keep my face neutral and quickly lower my gaze again.
The moment breaks.
A sharp laugh cuts through the silence.
“Brother, you look like you’ve discovered a ghost.”
The speaker is Lucien Southwell.
Second heir.
Charming. Dangerous. Too observant for comfort.
He walks closer and circles around me slowly.
“She’s just an Omega servant,” Lucien continues with amusement. “Don’t look so fascinated.”
Another voice joins in. Rough and impatient.
“If she’s done staring, she should start working.”
That must be Damien. The third brother. The warrior.
A fourth voice speaks quietly.
“That’s enough.”
I glance sideways and see Ethan standing slightly behind the others. His expression holds none of the cruelty his brothers show.
Kind eyes.
A rare thing in a pack of predators.
Then a fifth voice breaks the tension.
“Relax, everyone. She’s pretty for an Omega. That alone makes her interesting.”
Sebastian.
The youngest.
His tone carries teasing curiosity.
I lower my head again.
Inside, my thoughts move fast.
Five heirs. Five wolves.
Alexander is the most dangerous. His power fills the room without effort.
Lucien watches everything with calculating amusement.
Damien radiates violence.
Sebastian hides his sharp mind behind playful charm.
Ethan… Ethan is the only one whose wolf does not threaten me.
Alexander speaks again.
“What is your name?”
The question is simple.
But the weight behind it is not.
For a second, memories flash through my mind.
My father’s voice.
Never reveal weakness in front of enemies.
My mother’s smile.
Lead with wisdom, not pride.
I answer calmly.
“My name is Hayley.”
Lucien chuckles.
“Just Hayley? No pack name? No family?”
I keep my voice steady.
“I serve where I am sent.”
Damien snorts.
“That sounds like an Omega answer.”
Alexander remains silent.
But I can feel his eyes on me.
Burning.
Searching.
Then he steps closer.
Too close.
The scent of his wolf reaches me.
Wild. Powerful. Male.
My pulse jumps in response.
His voice lowers.
“Look at me again.”
I obey.
Our eyes meet once more.
This time the reaction is stronger.
My wolf stirs sharply.
Mate?
The word echoes inside my mind like thunder.
No.
Impossible.
I force the thought away.
Alexander’s brows draw together.
Something about my scent has caught his attention.
I see the moment he notices it.
The confusion.
The suspicion.
“Strange,” he murmurs.
Lucien raises an eyebrow.
“What is strange?”
Alexander doesn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he leans slightly closer.
His nose moves subtly as if catching a scent carried in the air.
My heart beats faster.
Control yourself, I tell my wolf.
I push my Alpha aura deeper inside my body.
Lock it away.
Alexander straightens slowly.
But the suspicion remains in his eyes.
Lucien crosses his arms.
“Alexander, stop intimidating the girl. You’ll scare her.”
Sebastian laughs.
“I don’t think she scares easily.”
Damien suddenly steps forward and tosses a rag toward me.
“If you’re finished staring at our Alpha, clean the training hall. It’s filthy.”
The rag lands near my feet.
For a second, anger burns through my chest.
You are an Alpha.
You command warriors.
You lead a pack.
Yet here I am.
Being ordered like a servant.
But this humiliation has purpose.
So I picked up the rag.
I bow my head slightly.
“As you wish.”
Sebastian whistles softly.
“Well, she’s obedient.”
Ethan watches me with quiet concern.
Alexander says nothing.
But when I turn to leave, his voice stops me again.
“Hayley.”
I pause.
“Yes, Alpha?”
His eyes narrow slightly.
“Who sent you here?”
The question lands like a blade.
Careful.
Very careful.
“My pack leader.”
“Which pack?”
“I am not permitted to say.”
Damien laughs harshly.
“Convenient.”
Lucien smiles slowly.
“I like her already.”
Alexander continues staring.
Long.
Silent.
Then he finally waves his hand dismissively.
“Go.”
I turn and walk toward the door.
Every step feels heavy.
Not because of shame.
But because I can feel Alexander’s gaze burning into my back.
My thoughts race.
He suspects something.
Already.
Behind me, the brothers begin talking again.
Sebastian speaks first.
“Well, that was entertaining.”
Damien scoffs.
“She’s nothing.”
Lucien chuckles.
“You’re wrong. That girl is hiding something.”
Then Ethan’s voice rises quietly.
“Maybe she’s just scared.”
Alexander finally speaks again.
His voice is low.
Thoughtful.
Dangerous.
“She isn’t scared.”
Silence follows.
Lucien asks casually, “Then what is she?”
There is a pause.
Long enough to make the air feel tight.
Then Alexander answers.
Slowly.
Carefully.
“Something about that girl is dangerous.”
I keep walking down the hallway, pretending I heard nothing.
But inside my chest, my wolf whispers a warning.
The Alpha is watching you.
And for the first time since arriving here, a dangerous thought enters my mind.
What if hiding the truth from Alexander Southwell… is far more dangerous than revealing it?
“You are not safe here.”The words reached me before I even saw him, low and controlled enough to stop me instantly in the middle of the hallway. I slowed my steps before turning carefully, already knowing who I would find standing behind me.Lucien leaned casually against the wall with his hands resting inside his pockets, appearing relaxed to anyone who did not know how dangerous he truly was. His expression remained calm, almost amused, but his eyes gave him away immediately. They were sharp, calculating, constantly observing every detail around him like a man who trusted absolutely nothing.Including me.“I was never safe,” I replied quietly.A faint smile touched his mouth. “Good. At least you are honest enough to admit that.”I studied him carefully while unease curled slowly inside my chest. Something about him felt different tonight. It was not only his tone or the tension in his posture. His energy felt colder somehow, more controlled, like he had tightened every dangerous in
“I do not chase. I claim.”I said the words quietly, but they carried the weight of both a promise and a warning, and I watched her carefully as the silence settled between us afterward. Most people reacted when I spoke like that because they understood exactly what I meant the moment the words left my mouth. Some became nervous, others defensive, and a few foolishly tried to challenge me, but eventually every single one of them bent beneath the pressure of my attention.She did none of those things.She remained perfectly still while looking at me with calm, unreadable eyes, and what unsettled me most was not confidence or arrogance but the simple fact that she looked like someone who had already survived far worse than anything I could threaten her with.“Then you must be very accustomed to people surrendering,” she replied calmly.A faint smile touched my lips. “Most people do.”“And the ones who refuse?”My gaze darkened instinctively. “They learn.”The silence that followed felt
“I do not understand what you are.”The words escaped me before I could stop them, and the instant they left my mouth, I knew there was no taking them back. The confession hung heavily between us in the cold night air while I stood there staring at her, waiting for anger, offense, or at least some visible reaction to what I had just said.Instead, she only looked at me.She remained calm in a way that unsettled me far more than fury ever could have. Her expression did not harden, her posture did not shift, and her breathing stayed steady while her eyes searched mine with quiet intensity.“And what exactly do you think I am?” she asked softly.I released a slow breath, but it did nothing to ease the tightness building in my chest. Something inside me felt restless, trapped beneath my skin, desperate to claw its way free whenever she stood this close to me.“That is the problem,” I admitted honestly. “I do not know.”Her lips curved slightly, though the expression barely resembled a smi
“You want my loyalty? Earn it.”She did not wait for him to speak.“You want my loyalty?” she repeated, her voice calm but sharp. “Earn it.”Lucien’s lips curved slowly, like he had been expecting this.“I was wondering how long it would take before you came to me.”Hayley folded her arms, her gaze steady. “Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t come because I trust you.”“I know,” he said softly. “You came because you have no better option.”Her eyes darkened slightly.“I always have options.”“Not anymore.”The words landed between them, quiet but heavy.Hayley studied him. Really studied him.Lucien was dangerous. Not in the loud way. Not in the obvious way.He was calm. Patient. Calculating.Men like him did not attack first.They waited.They planned.They won.“You’re playing a risky game,” she said.He chuckled under his breath. “So are you.”“I don’t play games.”“Everyone plays games,” he replied. “Some just pretend they don’t.”She stepped closer.Not slowly. Not carefully.Delibe
“She’s not what she pretends to be.”He said it quietly, but the words felt loud in his chest.“She’s not what she pretends to be.”Lucien’s voice had not left his head since the moment it was spoken. It lingered. It pressed. It refused to fade.And now she stood in front of him.Still. Calm. Watch
“She’s lying.”The thought enters my mind the moment I see her again.Hayley Viremont walks across the corridor with the quiet steps of a servant, head slightly lowered, eyes calm and unreadable.Too calm.I lean against the wall and watch her.She does not notice me immediately. Or perhaps she pre
“I know who you are.”The words stop me mid-step.My heart skips once.Slowly, I turn.Lucien Southwell stands a few feet away, watching me with calm, unreadable eyes. His expression carries that same quiet curiosity he always wears, but tonight something else hides beneath it.Certainty.Danger.I
“Someone here is kind.”The thought surprises me.I never expected kindness inside the Southwell house.Pain still lingers in my ribs. Damien’s strike was not gentle. My body aches, but I keep moving because servants do not rest unless ordered.Still, I know something important today.They felt it.






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