The fearless omega

JACKSON’S BIRTHDAY

AMELIA’S POV

The day I had been dreading finally arrived: Jackson’s 18th birthday. It wasn’t just a day for cake and celebrations—it marked the moment he would get his wolf and take his first shift.

The pack had been abuzz with excitement for weeks, and it felt like the entire world was revolving around Jackson. Of course, Madison was right at the center of it all, clinging to Jackson like she owned him. She had spent every free moment bragging about how they were destined to be mates, confident that the Moon Goddess would bless them.

I tried to stay out of the way, avoiding the endless decorations and chatter that had consumed the pack house. But no matter where I went, someone found a way to make my life miserable.

“Shouldn’t you be hiding in the woods with your rogue friends?” one of Madison’s lackeys sneered as I passed by the kitchen.

“Careful,” another chimed in, “she might be plotting something to ruin Jackson’s big day. You know how she is.”

I ignored them, keeping my head down and gripping my bag tightly. The only place I felt remotely safe was the library, so I retreated there until it was time for the ceremony.

By the time the moon rose, the entire pack had gathered in the clearing behind the pack house. The elders stood near the edge of the circle, their faces solemn as they prepared to witness Jackson’s transformation. Alpha Damian stood at the center, his presence commanding even among such a large crowd.

I stayed near the back, hoping to remain unnoticed. My heart was heavy, knowing that tonight would only solidify Jackson’s hatred for me. Once he had his wolf, he’d truly become untouchable.

“Let the ceremony begin,” Alpha Damian announced, his voice ringing out clearly over the crowd.

Jackson stepped into the circle, his confidence radiating. He was wearing a proud smirk, and his eyes briefly scanned the crowd before landing on me. For a moment, his expression hardened, as if my mere presence tainted his special night.

I looked away, pretending not to notice.

The shift began slowly, Jackson’s body convulsing as his bones cracked and reformed. The air was thick with anticipation as his first howl echoed into the night—a powerful sound that sent shivers down my spine.

When he finally stood on four legs, his wolf was magnificent. His coat was jet black, sleek and shining under the moonlight, and his piercing golden eyes commanded attention. The pack erupted into cheers, their pride and excitement palpable.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. Jackson’s life was perfect. He had the pack’s love, Madison’s loyalty, and now his wolf. Meanwhile, I was stuck with nothing but whispers of betrayal and a growing sense of isolation.