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• Niylah stood beneath the pale glow of the moonlight, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The night seemed alive with energy, vibrating in tune with the beating of her own heart. She had always been the Omega—the weakest, the underestimated, the one who bore the brunt of others' expectations and their scorn. Every day had been a battle against the tides of her reality, a struggle to carve a place for herself in a world that thrived on hierarchy and dominance. But tonight, everything was different.
• Memories flooded her mind as she took a deep breath. She could still remember the whispers that followed her, the laughter laced with cruelty echoing in the corners of her mind. “Niylah the weak, Niylah the expendable,” they'd call her. The other wolves in her pack had found their strength in their Alpha lineage, their fierce dominion solidified by blood and tradition. And then there was her—nobody. Just Niylah. The Omega.
• Her hands clenched into fists as she recalled the countless times she was pushed aside during hunts, overlooked during pack gatherings, and isolated during training. All the signs had pointed to her fate as an Omega, one who would live in the shadows of Alphas and betas, perpetually subject to their command. But she’d held onto a flicker of hope, a whisper that perhaps, just perhaps, she was meant for something more.