The Alpha Who Bought Me

Kyra's POV.                  

    I woke up before the sun, my heart already moving too fast. For a moment, I didn't know why then I remembered that the Moon Match was tonight.

The thought sat heavy in my chest,not excitement exactly,something closer to fear the kind that makes your stomach tight.   

      I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the house breathe around me. I shouldn't care this much, because girls like me didn't get miracles. But I had waited for this night for years, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from wanting it. this was the first year omegas were allowed to attend tge moon match.          

    They never let us before, like we did not deserve mates or the Moon's blessing, but the pack was losing numbers and the elders started caring about pups again, so suddenly they remembered omegas existed, and they called it a "new tradition," as if they were doing us a favor.              

    I did not care about what their actual intentions were, I only cared that I could stand in that hall tonight and maybe, for the first time, someone would look at me and not see me as the wolfless girl but as their fated mate, yes my wolf never came.             

    In Silver Fang, most people shifted before they were eighteen. When it happened, they said you could feel your wolf all the time, pressing against your skin, guiding you but I felt nothing , just silence and that silence followed me everywhere. I was slower, weaker, always guessing instead of sensing. When others smelled danger or lies, I had to read faces and hope I wasn't wrong and because of  that they lowered my rank.               

       My father was the pack Beta, that should have protected me. Instead, it made me a disappointment people liked to talk about, the Beta's daughter who couldn't shift.                  "Omega."                

That word followed me like a shadow. 

                  I swung my feet onto the floor and dressed quickly, because if I stayed in bed too long the house would wake, and I would have to face my stepmother and Laura and all the small ways they reminded me I did not belong.     

              Laura was my twin sister, same face, same hair, same eyes. When we were little, people mixed up our names and laughed. Now no one mixed us up, Laura's wolf was strong, her rank safe, her future bright. Mine was chores , silence and side eyes. Some days it felt like the Moon had made one good twin and one leftover twin.              

   I slipped out of my quarters with a laundry basket at hand while it was still quiet and headed for the river.       The air was cold, and the ground damp under my feet. This was where omegas washed things that weren't worth dirtying the pack house with.    The water moved slow and dark, quiet except for the soft sound of it hitting the rocks. I knelt and dipped the clothes in, rubbing