Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Damon's expression hardened. "This—this isn't possible." I crossed my arms, raising a brow. "What exactly isn't possible?" His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tight. "You. You're an omega. My mate can't be an omega." I almost laughed. *An omega?* If only he knew. Instead, I tilted my head, feigning indifference. "Funny how the Moon Goddess doesn't seem to care about your preferences." Damon took a step closer, his scent wrapping around me, but there was hesitation in his gaze. Conflict. His wolf wanted me—wanted its mate—but *he* didn't. "I'm rejecting you." The words cut through the air like a blade. For a second, the world stilled. Kian, standing a few feet away, tensed. My third-in-command, Nova, shot me a sharp look, waiting for my reaction. I let out a soft breath, meeting Damon's eyes with an amused smile. "Alright." He blinked. "What?" I stepped past him, my voice light. "I said alright. You reject me. I accept." No begging. No tears. Just... acceptance. Because I *knew* what he didn't. Damon may have been the Alpha of the Silver Ridge Pack, but I was Alpha of something far greater. And soon, he'd find out exactly what he just rejected. --- ### **Chapter 4: The Arrival** That evening, we drove into Silver Ridge territory—the land of my so-called *mate*. He had no idea my pack was coming. A few weeks ago, Damon had reached out to the Council, requesting help. Rogue attacks had been increasing on his land, and he needed a strong pack to assist with security. The Council sent *us*. The *Shadow Crescent Pack.* The most feared, most powerful pack in existence. Most thought we were a myth. A legend whispered in fear. A pack that left no survivors. But we were very, very real. As we crossed the border, Damon's warriors stiffened, their heads lowering as our SUVs rumbled through the territory. They could *feel* the power emanating from us. Could sense the danger coiling beneath the surface. Nova smirked from the driver's seat. "They're already intimidated." Kian leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. "Good. Saves us time." I watched from the tinted window as we approached the packhouse. Damon stood at the top of the steps, his arms crossed. His Beta and warriors flanked him, but I could see the unease in their stances. They knew we weren't just any pack. But they had no idea that their Alpha's rejected mate was the one leading it. The moment our SUVs stopped, I stepped out, letting the cold night air wrap around me. My long black coat flowed behind me as I walked toward Damon, my pack following close behind. His stormy blue eyes locked onto me. He inhaled sharply, realization dawning in his expression. "You." I smiled. "Surprise." --- ### **Chapter 5: The Truth Unveiled** The silence was deafening. Damon stared at me, his wolf raging beneath the surface, barely contained. "You're... you're *their* Alpha?" The disbelief in his voice would have been amusing if it weren't so pathetic. I raised a brow. "You rejected your mate because you thought she was an omega. Now, you find out she's the Alpha of the pack you *begged* for help. Must be a tough day for you." His Beta—Luca—stepped forward, eyes flickering with uncertainty. "The Shadow Crescent Pack is legendary." He swallowed hard. "You... you're the Phantom Alpha?" The title spread through the crowd like wildfire. Whispers. Fear. Recognition. I let them sink in. Damon clenched his fists. "How the hell is this possible?" I tilted my head, letting my wolf and vampire aura seep into the air. "Because I'm not just a wolf." The temperature dropped slightly as a breeze ruffled through the trees, responding to the power that pulsed beneath my skin. Nova flicked her fingers, and a small spark of lightning crackled in her palm. Kian smirked, making the earth beneath us tremble slightly. Damon's warriors took a step back. Fear. Respect. Power. Damon exhaled sharply. "The Council didn't tell me *who* they were sending." I smirked. "Guess they thought you'd figure it out on your own." His jaw tensed. "I don't need help." I stepped closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear. "Then why did you ask for it?" His breath hitched. Checkmate. His wolf recognized my power. Respected it. Even if *he* wasn't ready to accept what I was to him. Not yet. But he would. And by then, it might be too late. --- ### **Chapter 6: The Unwanted Desire** Living under Damon's roof was going to be *interesting.* His pack was *terrified* of us. The Shadow Crescent warriors carried themselves with unmatched confidence, their power suffocating the weaker wolves in Damon's pack. And Damon... well, he avoided me. I saw the way his jaw clenched every time I walked past him. The way his eyes darkened when he caught my scent. He *hated* that he wanted me. But he did. Even if he didn't want to admit it. Nova leaned against the railing beside me on the packhouse balcony. "How long do you think he'll last before he cracks?" I took a sip of my coffee, watching as Damon trained with his warriors below. His movements were sharp, powerful—but *not* enough. Not against me. "Not long," I murmured. "His wolf won't let him." Nova smirked. "Good. I love watching arrogant Alphas eat their words." So did I. And soon, Damon would realize the truth. I wasn't an omega. I wasn't weak. I was the Alpha he never saw coming. And whether he liked it or not... I was his.