Chapter 4
The morning after Omega Rosa’s celebration, I hadn’t slept a minute.
From my window, I could still see traces of the decorations. The moon vine flowers circling the hall were once my favorite. Alpha Vincent used to pick them for me during patrols. Last night, they were woven into Omega Rosa’s ceremony crown.
She even wore the ceremonial robe Alpha Vincent gave me two years ago for our first moon-feast as mates.
I never wore it. I had saved it for something special.
He put it on her.
I didn’t question him. I didn’t fight. But the silence was beginning to tear something inside me.
At dawn, I walked to Omega Rosa’s chamber.
The servant standing nearby hesitated when he saw me. “Luna… you wish to see her?”
“I won’t cause trouble,” I said. “I just want to talk.”
After a moment, the door creaked open.
Omega Rosa greeted me with a smirk. “Isabella? So early? What brings you here?”
“I wanted a word… privately.”
She stepped aside. “Come in.”
I walked into what used to be my room. My scent was gone. Replaced by hers—sugary, cloying, and just strong enough to feel like a warning.
“Tea?” she offered, pouring herself a cup.
“No. Thank you.”
“Alright. So, what is it you’d like to say?”
I took a breath. “I came not to argue. I just… think maybe if you could avoid certain things—my bed, my robes—it would make things easier for all of us.”
She laughed softly.
“You want peace? Is that what this is?”
I nodded.
“I’ve never stopped you from anything,” she said sweetly. “But it’s funny, isn’t it? You’re his mate, and yet you’re the one standing here asking.”
“I’m not asking to fight,” I said quietly. “I’m asking because I thought we could coexist, as two Omegas trying to carry safely.”
She stood, walked toward me. “You’re right. You are his Luna. But look at you—standing here like a guest, while I sleep in your bed and wear your finest robe. Doesn’t that sting a little?”
I stayed silent.
“You want to know the difference between us?” she continued. “You’re the one with the title, but I’m the one with his attention.”
“Omega Rosa,” I whispered. “You’ve already taken enough. Please—”
“It’s never enough.”
Before I could respond, a knock sounded on the door.
“Isabella?” Vincent’s voice called. “You’re in there?”
Omega Rosa opened the door, her face the picture of innocence. “She just wanted to talk. Maybe she misunderstood something. I didn’t mean to upset her.”
Alpha Vincent looked between us, frowning. “Isabella… did you come here to confront her?”
I swallowed hard. “I just wanted to explain how I felt.”
“She’s still fragile,” he said, turning to Omega Rosa. “You shouldn’t be dealing with stress.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “It won’t happen again.”
Alpha Vincent sighed and turned to me. “I know you’re reasonable. I just need you to continue being that way.”
I gave a small nod.
He reached out, tried to touch my hair. I stepped back.
“I should go.”
That night, Alpha Vincent came to the breeze-room.
He brought my favorite cakes again. “You used to love these after full moons.”
I forced a smile. “They’re still good.”
“Omega Rosa didn’t mean to upset you. She said she just wants peace too.”
“I never blamed her.”
“Then why visit her?”
“I was afraid,” I admitted. “Afraid you were slipping further from me.”
He took my hand. “How could I? You’ve always been the one I trust most.”
“But you didn’t defend me.”
“I’m trying to balance everything.”
“You’re doing a great job,” I said quietly.
He whispered, “When all this ends, I’ll make it right.”
I nodded. “I’ll wait.”
He hugged me then. “You’re amazing, Isabella. Truly.”
I didn’t say a word. I just let him hold me.
But deep down, I wondered—
How long must I keep waiting before I no longer exist at all?
