The fearless omega

DOOMED

AMELIA’S POV

Something wasn’t right.

The house was in complete disarray, with furniture overturned and belongings scattered across the floor. My heart thudded in my chest as unease settled over me.

“Mommmmm!” I called out, but only silence answered.

I went into my mom’s bedroom to check if she’s there. I didn’t see her there and the bed also looks like it hadn’t been laid it. So where could mom be if she’s not sleeping and the house is in a mess. I hope she’s okay.

Swallowing my anxiety, I walked into the kitchen, and my breath caught in my throat. The scene before me was horrifying.

Blood.

It was everywhere—splattered across the floor, dripping from the counter. The back door was wide open, and a trail of crimson led out into the forest behind our house.

It looked like someone had been dragged out.

For a moment, I stood frozen, my mind racing with possibilities. What if mom is in danger or what if it’s a trap and mom is safe somewhere. Then, steeling myself, I decided to follow the trail. Whatever had happened, I needed to know what happened here and where mom disappeared to. I needed answers.

I moved cautiously toward the forest, the harsh afternoon sun glaring at me. “Please, Moon Goddess,” I whispered, “keep Mom safe.”

The closer I got, the louder the sounds became—low growls and heavy panting. Fear gripped me, but I forced myself forward. As I reached the edge of the forest, the sight before me made my blood run cold.

Mom was lying on the ground, barely conscious, surrounded by two massive wolves. Their matted fur and sharp snarls confirmed my worst fear—rouges.

The pungent scent of their filth mixed with Mom’s blood, filling the air. Rage and fear twisted inside me as the rogues turned their attention toward me, their menacing eyes locking onto mine.

I haven’t shifted yet. I wasn’t ready for this.

But then, I remembered the pocket knife I always carried, a small comfort I had learned to wield over the years. With trembling hands, I pulled it out.

As one of the rogues lunged at me, I threw the knife with all my strength, striking its shoulder. The beast howled in pain, momentarily stunned. But I knew it wouldn’t stop him for long—it was just a pocket knife, after all.

The second rogue snarled and lunged at me. I barely dodged, and it slammed into a tree behind me with a sickening thud. Using the distraction, I turned and ran.

My mind was a blur as I sprinted back toward the pack. The first person I saw was Madison, the warrior-in-training who hated my guts. She was also one of my biggest bullies, constantly reminding me of my low status and her belief that Jackson, the Alpha’s son, preferred me over her.

“Madison, please!” I gasped, tears streaming down my face. “Rogues are attacking my mom in the forest. Please help me!”

She looked at me with disdain, her lips curling into a sneer. “Why should I help a murderer? She deserves to die, just like your father did.”

Her words stung, but I didn’t have time to argue. “Please, Madison. I’ll do anything. I’ll stay away from Jackson if you just help me save her.”

She rolled her eyes but finally relented. “Fine. Lead the way.”

I wasted no time and led her back to the forest. But when we arrived, the scene was completely different. Mom was gone. The blood was gone. Even the rogues’ scents were faint, as if the forest itself had swallowed the evidence.

Panic clawed at me. “She was here! I swear!” I cried, turning to Madison, but her expression was unreadable.

She sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling in disgust before quickly masking it. “There’s no one here. Are you playing games, Amelia? You think this is funny?”

“I’m not lying!” I protested desperately. “They couldn’t have gone far. We can still find her!”

But Madison sneered and grabbed my arm, dragging me back toward the pack house.

“You’re a liar! You probably did something to her—just like your mother killed your father. Maybe it runs in the family,” she spat viciously.

Her words hit me like a physical blow. I shook my head furiously, trying to deny it, but she didn’t listen.

When we reached the pack house, she released my arm and began shouting at the top of her lungs. “Alpha Damian! Jackson! Beta Alex! Come and see what this goddess-forsaken girl has done!”

My heart sank as I saw Alpha Damian emerge from the pack house, his piercing eyes locking onto me. Behind him, Jackson appeared, his expression unreadable, and Beta Alex followed close behind.

“I didn’t do anything!” I cried, my voice trembling. “Please believe me!”

Madison stepped forward, her face a mask of feigned innocence. “She’s lying. She dragged me to the forest, claiming rogues attacked her mom. But there’s no sign of her or any rogues. She’s trying to cover up her own crime!”

The Alpha’s gaze bore into me, unyielding and cold. “Amelia, is this true?”

Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head. “No, it’s not! Please, Alpha, listen to me! Mom was there, and the rogues took her! You have to believe me!”

Jackson stepped closer, his sharp eyes studying me intently. For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in his expression—doubt? Concern?

But Madison wasn’t done. “Alpha, we can’t trust her. She’s always been trouble. If she’s lying, who knows what she’s capable of?”

I glanced at Jackson, silently pleading for him to believe me, but his face remained unreadable.

I was doomed.