Chapter 1 One Night

• Lilian Grey, an Omega, moved through the busy halls of the Blue Moon Packhouse like a shadow, her head bowed, her presence barely noticed. Being the daughter of a lowly Omega, she had always felt like an outsider. Her father had abandoned her, for a reason she did not know.
• After her mother's mysterious death, Aurora took care of her. She was five then and still could not understand the rumors throughout the pack about her family background. Whenever Lillian passed, she heard people say, "She has a cursed bloodline.
• They believed the curse was the reason her mother died unexpectedly, and the worst thing was that they jumped to the conclusion that anyone who was connected with her would be doomed to share the same fate. No one knew the curse's origin, but it was said to go back generations, long before Lilian’s time.
• Lilian had no memory of her mother’s final days, but the rumors weighed heavily on her. Even as a child, she could sense the cold treatment of others. The way parents would pull their children away when she came near, and how some pack members would quickly change the subject when she entered some places in the villa.
• Lilian often cried in her room and only Aurora, whom she considered her second mother offered her comfort, reminded her that the pack’s beliefs were just beliefs, with no real power over her.
• "Aurora would often say. "Your past doesn't define who you are." But still, Lilian couldn’t help but get affected from the consequences of those whispers. Over time, it wasn’t just children who avoided her—it was everyone.
• For twenty years, Lilian kept herself in isolation. Yet, even among the hostile glares and whispers, there was someone she could never help but look at—Alpha Morgan Garren.
• Morgan was everything Lilian could never have—strong, proud, admired by all. A 25-year-old leader of the Blue Moon Pack stood tall, his presence commanding and undeniable. His power radiated off him like the light of the full moon, and his silver eyes held a gaze that could melt or destroy with a single glance.
• Lilian had secret feelings for him and she knew it was some kind of foolishness to dream of someone so far above her. She was nothing but an outcast Omega, and he was the mighty Alpha of the pack, who deserved to be with Luna worthy of his stature.
• But no matter how much she tried to suppress her feelings, she could never get out of his mind and heart. She told herself it was just admiration, that all the pack felt the same awe in his presence. Still, she could not help but flutter every time he walked by, even though he never spared her more than a passing glance.
• One evening, a party was held in the villa in celebration of Alpha Morgan's successful battle. The packhouse hummed with the sounds of music and merriment, and warriors bragged about their victories as the females flirted with their Alpha. Lilian skulked at the side of the room like she always did, bringing drinks and disappearing as quickly as she came. Though the air was thick with excitement, to her it was all another night of isolation.
• Lilian slipped away from the middle of the action as the night wore on, in search of a little privacy. The celebration was going strong, and she found herself stepping into the library. The noise from the main hall was muffled, and the refreshing scent of old books even gave her a temporary sense of peace. She pressed back against the shelves and closed her eyes.
• "You’re hiding.”
• The deep, gravelly voice startled her, and she opened her eyes to see Alpha Morgan standing in the doorway. His gazes fixed at her and she could not help but get lost in the flickering sensation.
• “A-Alpha...I'm not h-hiding,” she stammered, as she bowed her head in respect. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could hardly breathe.
• Morgan entered the room, drawing closer to her. She moved to retreat until her back pressed against the wall. "There's no need to lie, Lilian," he said, his voice gentler now. "I see you, you know."
• The words made her chest tighten. All her life, she had lived with him yet she remained invisible in his eyes. Tonight, however, there was something else behind his stare, sending shivers down her spine. He stood even closer, a few steps from her, the heat of his presence wrapping around her like a blanket.
• The smell of whiskey clung to him, and Lilian realized with a start that he wasn’t fully sober. His usual controlled demeanor was slightly off, with a raw edge to his movements.
• “You’re always so quiet,” Morgan said, his voice a low murmur. “You're always hiding yourself." He took another step closer, but his eyes were still fixed on hers. “Why is that?”
• "I... I just..." Lilian stammered, struggling to find her words under the weight of his piercing gaze. His presence was overwhelming, his power suffocating, and her thoughts were a whirlwind of disbelief at his focus on her. "I'm only an Omega, Alpha," she murmured softly. "I’m not meant to be in the spotlight."
• Morgan’s eyes darkened, something unreadable passing over his features. “That’s what they say, isn’t it?” His hand reached out, and before she could stop him, his fingers brushed her cheek. The touch was gentle, but it sent a jolt through her. “But I wonder...”
• The world seemed to tilt on its axis as Morgan leaned closer, his face inches from hers. His breath was warm against her skin, and for a moment, Lilian gasped. She was completely overwhelmed by his scent—a heady mix of earthy musk, smoky whiskey, and an untamed, primal allure that seemed to seep into her very soul. It was intoxicating, making her heart race and blurring every logical reasoning she had.
• “A-Alpha M-Morgan...” she breathed, forgetting all formality in the heat of the moment. She knew it was not right but it seemed she was already driven away by the waves of emotion. In no time, she could feel his lips touching hers and she could not do anything but close her eyes.
• Without any word, Morgan carried her towards the sofa bed. The soft, worn fabric of the couch gave way beneath them. He lowered her carefully, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his gaze lingering on her face, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness.
• The kiss began slowly. Morgan’s lips brushed against hers like a whisper, until it became passionate and both of them gasped as if they wanted something more.
• Lilian’s breath caught in her throat, her entire body trembling with the unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensation. His lips were warm and soft, coaxing her into a rhythm that both soothed and electrified every nerve. A spark ignited deep within her, and she responded, her lips parting slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
• Morgan hesitated for only a second as if fighting some internal battle, but the restraint crumbled quickly. His hand slid up from her waist, cupping the back of her neck with possessive yet gentle fingers, pulling her closer as the kiss grew hungrier.
• Lilian’s pulse quickened, heat flooding through her as her body instinctively pressed against his, the gap between them disappearing. Her fingers, trembling with both anticipation and need, clutched at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, desperately wanting more.
• Morgan’s hold on her waist grew firmer as his hand moved to the small of her back. The warmth of his touch sent a rush of excitement through her, stirring feelings she didn’t know she had. His other hand slid into her hair, gently tugging and tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Their lips moved together in a heated rhythm, and the taste of him—whiskey and something deeply masculine—completely overwhelmed her senses.
• The kiss became frantic, their need for each other growing with every passing second. Morgan’s lips left hers only briefly, trailing down her jaw, his hot breath fanning against her skin, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through her. When he reached the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, she gasped softly, her body arching toward him, every inch of her craving his touch.
• "God, Lilian," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with need, barely restrained. His hand moved lower, skimming over her hips, fingers gripping her flesh as if afraid she might slip away. The sound of her name on his lips made her dizzy, her body humming with desire, her thoughts lost to the heady sensation of him everywhere at once.
• Lilian could feel the heat pooling in her lower belly. She was already wet and she wanted him inside of her. She had dreamed of this moment, but she never imagined it would be as intense as this.
• His body pressed firmly against hers, as he moved slowly caressing her lovely tits. And then he went down there, touching between her thighs, pulling away the piece of clothing that covered her delicate area.
• "Alpha Morgan... ohhh," Lilian murmured, her voice trembling with pleasure. They were both naked as their bodies moved as one. Morgan began thrusting his hardcore into hers and all she could do was moan and bite her lower lip as she welcomed him into her property. It was her first time and it was hurting but she did not mind it, overcome by the desire that was burning inside of her.
• Morgan looked at her and saw droplets of tears in her eyes, "God, you're still a virgin Lilian." He moved again but this time it was more cautious. "I'll be gentle." He whispered.
• Morgan continued, kissing her lips, her neck, and way down there—caressing and licking it, for a much longer foreplay.
• "You're driving me crazy, Lilian," he whispered as he went up claiming her lips again.
• "Alpha, please let me cum with you." Lilian's voice became hoarse.
• "As you wish baby," Morgan softly responded as he thrusted into her again. Slow at first, until it became faster, in deep strokes, in circular motion. Lilian could feel the tension in his muscles and even her whole body felt the same level of intensity as their body moved together as one.
• "I'm coming, baby," he whispered as he released his warm load into her.
• "Ahhhhhhh...." They both moaned and gasped their breath as they reached sexual satisfaction.