Zaria's POV 

Of course it's being two weeks. Two long, agonizing weeks of pain, whispers and judgemental stares.

My parents death were like an open wound, I carried -raw and aching, yet there was barely time to mourn them. The pack had quickly moved on and decided my fate. To them, I was nothing more than an Omega. The daughter of traitors. A stain on their honor.

Heartbreaking whispers followed me everywhere I went.

"She should have been executed with them."

"Look at her, pretending she belongs here."

"An Omega like her has no right to stand beside the future Alpha."

Those were the words that came from the same people who once sang my praises. I ignored everything -the pointed glances, the cruel remarks. I also endured the endless chores, scrubbing the floor until my fingers bled, running errands until my legs trembled, doing everything the pack demanded of me because what other choice do I have?

But I wasn't alone.

Callum had always been there, his presence was a silent shield against the cruelty of the Pack. He had made sure I wasn't tortured and cornered beyond the words they threw at me. If anyone dared to push too far anytime he was there, he made sure to give them a glare that would silence them.

And Aria, my best friend was always by my side. She had stood up for me when I was too exhausted to stand by myself. She made up excuses to ease me from the chores, made sure I ate when I had no appetite, and held me up when I seemed to crumble from the weight of everything.

Despite the rumours that we weren't fit for eachother, Callum who stood by me in ways I had never imagined.

Every night, he sneaked into my room.

Every night, as he thrust inside me, he whispered comforting words.

"I will protect you, Zaria."

"You are mine, no matter what happens."

"I won't betray you."

And every night he came, we made love.

Steamy, hot love. He would suck my nipples till I started feeling pains. Pushed his fingers  inside me, hitting my sensitive bud. Made sure I took his dick in my mouth and sucking on it like my favourite candy. Rolled his tongue over my clit till I was thrashing from the thrill. Finally, he would make me kneel on the bed and slammed his cock inside my sheath.

I liked it. I like the pleasure that burned through my pains, leaving only the warmth of him in it's place. And I allowed myself to trust and believe in his promises.

I had to, there was no way about it.

Because when I become the mate of the future Alpha, everything would be worth it.

Tonight, the entire pack gathered inside the grand hall, their eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and disbelief -they couldn't believe that Callum, my Callum, would officially claim me as his mate.

I stood at the center of the hall -the same spot I had stood two weeks ago, pleading for my parents lives but today it was for an entirely different reason. My eyes gleamed with unshed tears but I quickly blinked it away-this was no place nor time to mourn.

I adjusted the straps of the fine silver silk dress Aria had gifted me the day before. It was a beautiful dress and must have cost a fortune for me, but for Aria it was nothing. Her parents, the Everwoods were the wealthiest family in the Pack.

My black hair cascaded over my shoulders. I had never felt more beautiful, more powerful. More hopeful.

This was it. After tonight, I would no longer become the Omega. No longer the daughter of traitors.

I will become Callum's bride.

Callum stood before me, his silver eyes unreadable. But....he doesn't look exactly himself.

I waited for him to take my hands and say those words that would change my fate forever. But then-he stepped back.

A hush fell over the room.

A cold , sinking feeling surge inside me as I watched him, confusion flooding my mind. Why was he hesitating?

Then he spoke.

"I, Callum Nightbane, future Alpha of the Nightbane Pack, reject you, Zaria Nightshade, as my mate and Luna."

The words cut through my chest like a dagger. My legs trembling as I tried to understand what was happening. I couldn't have heard him right. I must have been mistaken, right?"

The mocking gasps and murmurs from the pack confirmed that I had heard him right.

"He rejected her!"

"Pathetic! She really thought she could be our Luna?"

I looked up at at Callum, my body trembling, searching his face for some of explanation. This can't be? This has to be some kind of mistake or a prank. Right, it must be a prank.

He was mine. He had held me last night in his arms, whispered promises against my skin, sworn that he would protect me.

"Callum......." I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat.

He didn't even look at me.

Instead he turned to Aria, who had a smile on her face. A knowing, triumphant smile.

"And I accept you, Aria Everwood, as my mate." Callum's voice was firm, final.

It felt like the word has disappeared. The pain in my chest was unbearable, more unbearable than when my parents were executed. It was like my soul had torn apart. The bond we had shared, the one I had trusted was shattering before my very eyes. 

Then, as if to put the final nail on my coffin, Callum cupped Aria's face with the same hand that touched me, the same one roamed my body every night. And then he kissed her. Right there in front of everyone.

I wanted to scream, to rip them apart.

Pulling apart from the kiss, he turned to me, his eyes cold but his voice was even colder-icy. "Accept my rejection, Zaria Blackthorne." His tone was all formal, all business.

"But.... Callum." I wanted to argue, to remind him of everything but one glare from him was able to silence me, to tell me that nothing I say will change what has already happened.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, pain shook my body, tearing me apart from the inside out. But I managed to swallow past the lump in my throat. 

"I, Zaria Nightshade, accept your rejection."

And that was it. I felt the bond breaking, the place he had marked me gleaming with intense pain. The pain was so overwhelming that I couldn't stand on my feet-I collapsed to the ground 

The vision blurring, and the last words I heard before closing my eyes was Alpha Kael barking out command to the guards.

"Seize her."

Zaria's POV 

My head throbbed in pain, my body ached and the sharp scent of mold filled my nostrils the moment I regained consciousness.

I blinked again the darkness, confusion settling over me. Where was I?

Then everything came rushing back: Callum's rejection. Aria's triumphant smile. The way he kissed and touched her in front of everyone just like he did to me, but in secret of course. The immense pain of our bond shattering.

A sob escaped my mouth as I glance around. A cell. I have been thrown into the Pack's prison.

A wave of despair clawed at my chest.

I had given Callum everything. My love. My trust. My body.

And in return, he had pushed me aside like I was nothing. Tears streamed down my face as I curled into myself. How.....how could I have been foolish?

I was still repreminding my stupid self when I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. My body tensed.

The door flung open violently and he stepped inside.

Callum.

Even in the darkness, I could recognise him. His sharp and handsome features are unmistakable and his eyes were locked onto me with a cool indifference, as if I were nothing more than a criminal and not the same woman he had sworn to protect.

The silence stretched between us before I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to be composed. "Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you reject me?"

Callum sighed, rubbing a hand on his face like I was a hassle that needed to be gotten rid of. "I needba strong Luna, Zaria. Someone who commands respect. Someone who isn't an Omega. Someone whose parents didn't betray this pack."

His words stung than I cared to admit.

Aria. She had always been the perfect one. Wealthy. Powerful. Untainted by scandal.

I let out a bitter laugh. "So, it wasn't about love?"

He smirked. "Love? Don't be delusional. Love was never a factor, Zaria. You should've known that."

Anger replaced my pain as I clenched my fists. "Then why? Why did you use me? You marked me....." My voice broke from the overwhelming humiliation. "You fucked me several times, even took away my innocence on the night my parents died. You whispered lies in my ears every night."

Callum shrugged, as if I didn't matter, as if those times doesn't matter. "I wasn't going to let you go without getting a taste of you. You have the best pussy I have ever fucked and I can't seem to get over you."

A taste. Best pussy.

I was nothing more than a meal to be devoured and discarded. I was nothing more than his whore.

Rage burned through me, and I met his gaze. "You'll regret this.

"Regret? Isn't that too much for someone who will be dead by sunrise."

I froze. "What....?"

"My father had already given the order," he said, his voice cold and detached. "At dawn, you'll be executed like your parents."

Panic surged through me as I scrambled forward, grabbing his legs. "Callum, please! You don't have to do this."

He yanked his leg free, stepping back. "Goodbye, Zaria."

Then he turned and walked away.

I collapsed to the ground, my body trembling. Elsa, my wolf whimpered for the first time since the nightmare began, feeling just as betrayed as I was.

This is really the end for me. I'm going to die.

****

The night stretched on as I remained on the floor. I had lost hope. Until, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor.

I lifted my head, and from my tear-streaked vision I saw a figure standing by the door.

Ashen. Callum's best friend. We weren't close, so I wonder what he was doing -

Hurriedly, Ashen pulled out a key, sliding it into the lock. The heavy door creaked open. "Get up," he whispered, holding the door and scanning the hallway.

I stared at him, confused. "Why are you...."

"This is no time for questions," he cut me off. "Leave. Now."

There was no time for hesistation. I pushed myself up despite the pain that wrecked my body and ran out of the cell. 

My heart raced as we made our way through the corridors, towards a secret passageway. Once outside, he handed me a bag. 

"There's everything you need in the bag. Run as fast as you can." I nodded, before I could even say more, he turned and left. I slung the bag across my shoulders, and made my way into the forest. My breath came in ragged gasps as I ran, the trees blurring past me.

I was tired. I was weak. I wanted to rest, but I couldn't. I keep running through the forest with one goal in mind -survival. I had to survive, not for me, but for my father. That was his last commands.

I kept running-until I heard footsteps behind me. When I turned around, I saw Ashen with several of Callum's men.

Did Callum find out and told him to get me back? My heart beat at the thought of going back to that cold prison.

"Ashen...?" 

A slow smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Did you really think I was just going to let you go?"

My heart pounded.

"Callum said you were tight," he murmured, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with dark and dangerous intent. "Said you had the best pussy ever. I thought to have a taste too."

Fear gripped me. "Please don't...." I stumbled back.

But he closed the distance between us, his hand unbuckling his belt. His hand reached out but before he could grab me-

A low growl echoed through the night. Ashen frozen. His men tensed. The growls grew louder, and from the darkness huge figures emerged.

Rogues. They were more than a dozen of them, their eyes sharp and intimidating.

Ashen cursed, stepping back. "Damn it! We're leaving." With a final glare, he turned and quickly disappeared into the trees with his men. 

My heart pounded against my ribs as he left me alone with the rogues. I wanted to run, but I knew it was useless. These huge ceatures would catch me even before I took my first step. They moved closer, their steps intimidating. They stood in front of me, the leader of the Rogues, an older tall man with piercing golden eyes, smirked. 

"Looks like we found something interesting."

Zaria's POV 

Five years later

"I can't believe you're really leaving, huh?" A deep, raspy voice filled my ears as warm fingers trailed lazily behind me, cupping my breasts and fondling them roughly.

"Hmmmm," I moaned with my eyes closed but didn't turn around. I won't fall into his seduction games again. My thighs were already burning from him fucking me all night and I couldn't afford him taking me again. 

Instead, I quickly picked my clothes that were scattered on the floor. I wore my bra and pants, then pulled on my dress. I turned to the man lying on the bed-a striking figure with sharp golden eyes and tousled dark hair. Rylan Draven, the Rogue Prince. 

Five years ago, the Rogue king, Cassius Draven had saved me that night after Ashen left. He took me into his home, cared for me and adopted me as his daughter. I will be eternally grateful to him.

Daughter? The word was funny, because here I am, secretly sleeping with his son, my supposed brother. 

Our relationship started on a platonic level. When I just came, my life was in disarray. Callum's rejection, my parents' death and most importantly the guilt of my stupid self fucking Callum the night the parents died, weighed down on me. I even attempted suicide once, but Rylan rescued me before the wolfbane started having effect. Since then, he had always been my by side, making sure I was never alone.

But on my twentieth birthday night, everything changed. He came to my room exactly when the time struck twelve to be the first person to wish me a happy birthday. That night, we succumb to our desires, and never stopped since then. 

I don't love him. That was weak, and it doesn't exist in my world anymore. But I love the way he buried himself inside me.

I smirked, fastening the side zipper. "Jealous?"

Rylan got off the bed, his balls dangling between his legs as he walked towards his closet and pulled out a fresh set of underwear. "Not jealous, just disappointed. I was hoping to keep you locked up here a little longer. You had the best tits I've ever seen. I'm going to miss em." 

I rolled my eyes, but a knowing smile tugged at my lips. Of course, I knew how much Rylan loved my big, plump breasts. He would always suck, knead them at any given opportunity. He couldn't get enough of them.

"You could always come around to check up on me." I stepped closer, brushing my lips against his, savoring the familiar taste of him before pulling apart. "That is, if father can handle you being away."

He smirked, slipping his arms around my waist to pull me closer, but I slipped away from his grasp, straightening my dress. "Go raise hell at that fancy academy of yours," he mused, watching me with a mixture of amusement and something else I couldn't quite place.

I turned to leave, throwing one last smirk over my shoulder. "Oh, I intend to." With that I stepped out and quietly moved through the corridors towards my room. This is how it has always been, we spend the night in eachother's room and leave at dawn before anyone sees.

Getting to my room, I sighed, already tired of the long journey ahead-I'Il be transferring to Nightbane Elite Academy and I needed to fucking get ready.

********

The academy loomed ahead-grand, prestigious, and crawling with Werewolves who looked at me with disbelief as I struggled with my boxes looking for my dormitory. Here, no one has the idea who I really was. Good. I had left Zaria Blackthorne behind. Now, I was Celeste Draven, an enigma with a new face and a past erased.

On my twenty one birthday, I woke up with a different face from the one I had always known. I was scared when I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw that my brown eyes had changed to silver and even dark hair also changed to silver. Infact, my entire face changed, giving a different look. But Cassius calmed me down saying I had a rare bloodline, hence the altered look.

And I loved the change because it had made changing my name and getting into the academy earlier. And that I'm here I can't wait to destroy all those we have hurt me, used me and cast me aside. Everyone in the Nightbane Academy and Pack will feel what it's like to betray someone who has been broken.

Now, I'm all out to destroy. I have lost everything I hold dear: my identity, my body, my dignity, so I have nothing to lose anymore. I'm already down, so I'd bring them down with me.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I found the dormitory. "Room 23," I muttered, dragging my box inside the building. 

Inside, the room was neat and well decorated. There were four bed spaces and I met three other ladies inside which means I had the last space.

My new roommates, introduced themselves. Lila was beautiful with a curvy body. Kira wasn't that beautiful but she had a likeable spirit from the way she helped me with my box when she found me at the door earlier. Ava was beautiful and petite framed.

Lila grinned, flopping onto her bed. "So, Celeste, why transfer in your third year? You have just two years until graduation. It's seems ....unnecessary."

I smirked, sitting on my bed. "I have always wanted to come here, but you know how difficult it was to get in. So when I heard it was earlier to transfer, I took my chance."

She nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Kira handed me a bottle of water, which I took with a grateful smile. "But....you really need to be careful, Celeste. This school isn't always welcoming to transfer students. The elites think we don't belong here."

Oh, I know.

I had heard of the bullying of transfer and low ranked student and it was one of the reasons why Cassius wouldn't let me come until I was older. He believed I would lost myself in the demons lurking around in the academy. But he had no idea, I already become a demon myself.

I nodded, but before I could respond, Ava shrieked with happiness, staring into her phone. "Okay, ladies, we have the biggest event of the year coming up-Aria's birthday party tonight. And we have to go!"

Lila rolled her eyes but grinned. "The Queen of Highlights is throwing another spectacle, huh?"

My breath hitched for a second before I forced my expression to remain neutral. I had never expected things to move so fast. It seems the Moon Goddess is truly by my side. Aria. My former best friend. Callum's Mate. The woman who had watched and helped as he destroyed me. 

I'm so loving this.

"Celeste, would you like to come along?" Kira's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I didn't hesitate.

"Sure," I said smoothly, my lips curving into a smirk. "Sounds fun. I'm in."

Queen of highlights, huh? Let's see for how long she would be able to keep up with that title. 

Because I'm back. 

The one and only true Queen.