They Called Her Weak Until He Chose Her

The first time I touched his wounds, the forest went silent.

200 pairs of eyes watched from shadows, waiting for me to fail.

I was the weak omega. The broken one who couldn't shift properly.

Yet I stood before Dominic Ravenwolf, the dying alpha king himself.

Stay hidden. Stay safe. My grandmother's last words echoed forever.

The silver pendant she left me hung heavy against my chest always.

Dominic commanded us like a god carved from shadow and pure power.

But I noticed what no one else did. He favored his left side.

My omega senses felt it. Something deeply, dangerously wrong.

Then the howl tore through the night. Not celebration. Warning.

The attack came from nowhere. Rival wolves poured from the trees.

I pressed myself against oak, trying to become the forest itself.

Then I watched horror unfold. Dominic was staggering in battle.

He'd been poisoned. Before the attack even began.

This wasn't just an attack. It was a complete and utter slaughter.

Something in me compelled movement toward him instead of away.

Slipping between shadows, I found him fallen against a boulder.

What are you doing here, little Omega? His voice commanded even dying.

I can help you. My voice nearly disappeared in the sounds of war.

No one can help me now.

I can. My grandmother taught me the old ways of deep healing.

What's your name, healer?

Eleanor Moonfell.

If I die today, at least I'll be looking at something beautiful.

No one had ever called me beautiful before in my entire life.

This will hurt. I worked quickly, mixing herbs and spring water.

Three drops of my own omega blood. The secret they never knew.

As I pressed the cure in, his body went rigid with pure agony.

A roar tore from him that could have brought enemies running fast.

Shh. You'll bring them back. My hand covered his mouth instinctively.

His eyes flashed red with alpha fury at being silenced by me.

But he understood. He let me work in absolute silence.

Time stretched and compressed as my hands moved across his skin.

Something unexpected formed between us. Connection undeniable.

Why are you helping me?

You're unmated, unclaimed. I've never even noticed you before now.

That's the point. Not being noticed is how I've survived this long.

Look at me. His voice was impossible to deny or resist.

What I saw in his gaze stole my breath away completely.

What else have you been hiding, Eleanor Moonfell?

The battle was ending. Triumphant howls mixed with rage and victory.

Your pack needs you. The poison isn't completely neutralized yet.

Our pack. This conversation isn't finished. That's an order.

No one can know what I did. What I truly am.

Tomorrow. Come to the alpha house at dawn. That's an order.

As he looked back once, something passed between us in darkness.

By saving him, I had exposed myself beyond any return.