The Pack's Shared Fairy.

Mavira Lunaris's POV.

Something felt wrong.

I stepped onto the porch, the hem of my green flower gown brushing against my legs as my bare feet touched the cold wood beneath me. My eyes drifted toward the dark trees surrounding our home.

A chill ran down my spine. The wind had stopped blowing, and the forest stood completely still.

Something bad is about to happen.

“Mavira?” my mother called softly from inside the house. “Come back in.”

I kept staring at the trees, uneasiness twisting inside my chest.

“Do you feel that?” I asked quietly.

“Mavira,” my mother called again, sounding slightly annoyed. “It’s time for the moon ceremony. You can’t be late.”

She walked toward me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Your father will be p*ss*d.”

I turned to face her. Alice Lunaris, the Luna of the Moonborn pack and my birth mother.

She was slim and curvy, with long, wavy red hair and shining black eyes. Golden jewelry adorned her from head to toe, and she wore a fitted dark red gown with lace draped over her arms as she stared at me.

I knew she wanted the marriage more than anything.

I wanted it, too, but I was terrified.

“Mother, the weather feels strange. It’s…”

She chuckled softly. “Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous because you’re about to marry your alpha.”

“Mom,” I sighed. “That’s not it. Something feels wrong. The air feels… polluted.”

“Mavira,” she said gently, taking my hand into hers. “After the moon ceremony, we can talk about it, alright?”

“Mother—”

“Don’t keep the clan waiting.”

I nodded slowly, even though her words didn’t reassure me at all, as she left.

Something was wrong. I could feel it. And whenever I felt this way, things never ended well. And it wasn’t the marriage giving me cold feet.

It was myself.

How would I look in my wedding dress tonight? Wouldn’t everyone stare at me and see nothing but a weak little omega pretending to be grown?

I was small and delicate, with pale skin and a light green, soft like seafoam hair, falling in endless waves far past my knees.

No matter how many times my hair was cut, it always grew back faster, longer, thicker.

By morning, the freshly cut strands would already brush against my calves again like the forest itself refused to let it go.

My eyes were light green mixed with gold, glimmering unnaturally whenever I cried.

They looked almost luminous in the dark, eerie enough to make even grown warriors uneasy.

I didn't turn out the way my parents wanted. I knew they loved me. But beneath that love was fear, that something was wrong with me.

In the eyes of the pack, I was nothing more than a disappointment. A waste of space.

My hair alone was enough to make the wolves call me cursed.

The elders said unnatural things belonged to dark magic.

They whispered about me behind closed doors. Warriors laughed when I walked past them. Even omegas looked at me with pity. The children threw stones at me because of it.

Some called me a demon. Others avoided looking directly into my eyes.

I understood why.

If I were them, I would probably run away from myself.

Then there was my height.

The moment I turned twelve, I stopped growing completely.

Four foot six.

While the other girls grew taller and stronger, I stayed small and fragile, trapped in the body of something that barely looked old enough to survive on its own.

As soon as I turned eighteen, my life became unbearable.

I was the heir to the Moonborn Pack. The only child of the Alpha leaders.

Yet I carried no wolf scent. I couldn’t shift. I couldn’t even feel a wolf inside me.

The pack wanted a strong heir. Instead, they got me. Still, there was one hope everyone desperately held onto.

Marriage.

They believed that once I found my mate and completed the mating bond, my wolf would finally awaken. That I would merge with my Alpha, shift for the first time, and finally become worthy of my bloodline.

I was excited, knowing that my life would change once that happens. Maybe I could grow up.

Make new friends. Adjust to the people of my pack and give puppies to my alpha.

Unfortunately, when I came of age, I never found my mate. In the end, my parents arranged for me to marry Nate, the son of my father’s closest friend.

I had also heard the rumors. Nate only liked Betas and Alphas.

The first time we met, I recognized him immediately. Nate, the son of my father’s closest friend.

I had admired him from afar for years. A part of me once thought I would love to marry him.

But Nate hated omegas.

He believed omegas existed only to manipulate alphas. I wanted to change his mind. But what if I failed? We could cancel this marriage plan and walk away from each other.

Except our parents had already arranged everything before I had a choice. I couldn’t fail the pack.

Nothing would go wrong.

At least… that’s what I convinced myself with.

Nate was only marrying me because of my family. I wanted to marry him because I loved him. That was the problem.

Sometimes, I wondered what was wrong with me. Maybe I was foolish for wanting love in a marriage when most people only cared about duty, power, or survival.

And that's so sad.

But even though I was afraid, I had to go through with the marriage and make my pack and my parents whole again.

It was my duty.

At least my life would change. The pack would stop tormenting me, and no one would look at me like I was some strange creature anymore.

I would finally be able to shift and become a true werewolf.

But how could I live knowing Nate would never love me? He was kind, respectful even, yet his heart would never truly belong to me. To him, this marriage was nothing more than an obligation to the pack.

“Inside. Now.”

My father’s voice cut through the darkness, sharp with command and fear. Before I could react, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back through the door.

The door slammed shut behind us. The lock clicked into place. My heart was nearly at my throat. I could hear the sound of it, pounding.

“The rogues are attacking our clan,” my father said, panic thick in his voice. “I won’t let them get anywhere near Mavira.”

Me? Why were they talking about me like that? What was going on?

“That’s why we’re here to protect her, dear. Nate is waiting,” my mother said hurriedly, ripping the hem of her gown as she moved.

“The rogues,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Those words alone sent terror crawling beneath my skin. How were they here? How did they get into our territory?

Our territory was hidden beneath powerful protection spells and guarded by the strongest warriors in the clan.

Yet I had known something was wrong earlier this evening.

“I know,” my father said grimly.

His grip tightened around my arm. “Listen to me carefully. If I tell you to run, you run. Don’t look back.”

Fear punched straight through my chest.

“No.”

I shook my head immediately. “I’m not leaving you, dad.”

“Mavira.” He turned toward me fully, his expression painfully calm. “You have to run.” His hands settled firmly on my shoulders. “You are the heir to this clan—”

“No,” I choked out, hearing the loud roars of the wolves out there.​

“Listen to me.” His voice nearly broke into a roar before he forced himself to steady. “Do not turn back