Chapter 1 Invisible Until I’m Not
ELIAS’ POV
I pushed through the heavy double doors of Moonridge Academy with my backpack slung low and my books clutched tight against my chest, trying to make myself as small as possible. The hallway stretched out ahead, crowded with laughing students who already owned the space, and I whispered the same thing I told myself every morning. Stay invisible. Keep your head down. Because nobody notices the half-breed omega. Nobody cares.
I was wrong.
Halfway down the corridor someone slammed into my shoulder hard enough to spin me sideways. My books slipped as one tumbled open to the floor with the pages splayed, and I scrambled to catch the rest before they joined it. Laughter erupted around me, sharp and familiar.
I adjusted my glasses with shaking fingers and looked up.
A beta boy with slicked-back hair grinned down at me, hands raised in mock apology. “Sorry, didn’t see you there. You’re so easy to miss.”
Before I could answer another voice cut in, loud and mocking. “Why apologize to a wolf-less omega who doesn’t know his place? He’s practically a piece of furniture.”
Heat flooded my face. I bent to grab the fallen book with my trembling fingers as I shoved it back into the stack, and muttered, “It’s fine. I’m sorry.”
The crowd parted just enough for me to slip past, but my path ended abruptly when I collided with a solid wall of muscle.
Marcus.
My stepbrother stood there blocking the hallway like he owned it with his arms crossed, and an evil smirk already in place. The laughter around us swelled because everyone knew what came next. Whenever Marcus spotted me it turned into a show, and today the audience was already gathered.
“Look who we have here,” he said in a voice dripping with fake surprise. He stepped closer and forced me back against the lockers with the sheer weight of his presence. “Motherless intruder.”
I kept my eyes on the floor as my jaw locked so tight it ached. I didn’t answer, I never did, because reacting only made it worse.
He grabbed the strap of my backpack and yanked it, pulling me forward until my toes scraped the tile. “What? No smart mouth today? No tears? Come on, Elias, give them something to talk about.”
The crowd cheered with their phones lifted as they recorded every second of my humiliation. Someone shoved me from behind hard, and I stumbled straight into Marcus again. He laughed, loud and cruel, then shoved me back so I hit the lockers with a metallic clang.
“Pathetic,” he spat, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You really think you belong here? Wolf-less, human trash.”
I swallowed the burn in my throat and tried to edge sideways, but another push from the crowd sent me staggering forward again, right into the path of someone much worse.
My sneaker landed on a polished black boot.
The hallway went dead silent.
I looked up slowly as my heart slammed against my ribs.
It was Kai Blackwood.
The future Alpha of the Silverfang pack stood there, tall, broad-shouldered, with his amber eyes already narrowing in disgust. The boot I had stepped on gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and now smudged with the dirt from my sole.
The crowd sucked in a collective breath as they lowered their phones and even Marcus took half a step back.
Kai didn’t move at first. He just stared down at the mark on his boot, then lifted his gaze to me, slow and deliberate, like a predator deciding how to kill.
“Are you blind?” he asked in a low and dangerous voice.
I shook my head fast as the words tumbled out before I could stop them. “I’m sorry. It was an accident. I didn’t mean—”
“Shut up.” He cut me off with a single word, then grabbed the front of my sweater and jerked me closer. “Get on your knees and clean my shoes.”
The command landed like a slap. The crowd erupted again with cheers and whistles, mocking my shame.
I stared at the floor, at the smudged boot, stomach twisting into knots. Humiliation burned so hot I could barely breathe. Slowly, I started to bend my knees.
A hand grabbed my arm, yanking me upright before I could drop.
“That’s enough,” a sharp voice said.
Kai’s sister, Liora, stood there, with her grip firm on my elbow. She was smaller than him but carried the same commanding presence, her dark hair pulled back and her eyes flashing with something close to anger.
Kai’s jaw ticked. “Stay out of this, Liora.”
“I don’t think so.” She stepped between us. “It was an accident. He’s not worth the spectacle.”
The crowd quieted, uncertain. Liora didn’t wait for permission. She tugged me sideways as she steered me through the parting bodies, away from Kai’s glare and Marcus’ smirk.
We walked fast down the side corridor until the noise faded. Only then did she release me.
I rubbed my arm, still shaking. “Thank you.”
She gave a small, tired smile. “It’s nothing. You didn’t deserve that.”
I looked at her, surprised all over again. Once upon a time she had been just like the rest of them, calling me names, laughing when I fell. Until the night I saved her from a group of drunk betas and somehow that one moment turned her into the only person in this entire pack who didn’t look at me like I was garbage.
We reached the classroom door. She squeezed my shoulder once, quick and light. “Try to stay out of trouble today.”
I nodded, throat too tight to answer, and slipped inside.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of lectures I barely heard. When the final bell rang I gathered my things fast with my head down, hoping to escape before anyone remembered this morning’s entertainment.
Outside the building a group of seniors clustered near the gates, talking loud about tonight. It was the heat season. The pack’s annual ritual under the full moon. A night of shifting, drinking, and pairing off. It was mandatory for every unmated young wolf. No exceptions.
I didn’t want to go. I never did. But refusing meant questions from Father, punishment from Lydia, and more whispers about how even the Moon Goddess rejected me.
I trudged home through the snow with my boots crunching and my mind numb.
The moment I stepped into the foyer Lydia’s voice hit me like a whip.
“There he is. The disgrace of the morning.”
She stood at the top of the stairs with her arms crossed and her eyes glittering with satisfaction. Father appeared behind her with his face already flushed.
Lydia descended as her heels clicked. “I heard everything. You embarrassed the family again. How dare you step on the Alpha’s son? You’re lucky he didn’t rip your throat out.”
I kept my gaze on the floor. “It was an accident.”
“Accident?” She laughed, sharp and cruel. “You’re an accident. A mistake your father never should have made with that human whore.”
Father’s hand cracked across my cheek before I could flinch. The sting bloomed fast and hot. “Enough excuses. You will attend the ritual tonight and you will apologize to Alpha Kai. And if I hear one more complaint, I will make sure you regret ever being born.”
I nodded once, tasting blood on my lip, and climbed the stairs without another word.
In my room I showered and changed into the only decent shirt I owned, a dark blue sweatshirt, with its sleeves rolled to hide the bruises. I stared at myself in the cracked mirror, and wondered how long I could keep pretending I was fine.
The pack house was already packed when I arrived. Bonfires roared along the perimeter as music thumped from the speakers and bodies pressed close in the cold night air. Everyone moved in pairs or groups, laughing and drinking.
I stood at the edge, alone, with my arms wrapped around myself, trying to disappear into the shadows.
Then the crowd shifted.
Kai strode through the entrance with his black jacket open over a fitted shirt, his amber eyes scanning the field like he owned every inch of it—of course he did. Heads turned and people parted. The air itself seemed to bend around him.
Our eyes met across the flames and something changed.
The wind shifted again, and there it was—cedar, smoke, and beneath it… sweet honey, dark and molten. My body reacted before my brain could catch up as my thighs clenched, my breath hitched, and a wave of heat pooled low in my belly that had nothing to do with the bonfires.
Kai stopped mid-step as his nostrils flared and his gaze locked on me sharp and disbelieving.
For one long second the entire world narrow
ed to that look.
Then his lips moved as his voice carried just far enough for me to hear over the music.
“Impossible.”
