The Moonlight Tears Of An Omega

COLBY'S POV

Today would forever remain etched in my soul - a day I’d cling to like a balm on cracked skin.

If someone had told me I’d be sitting on my father’s bed, I would’ve laughed in their face. Me? Colby? Inside the Alpha’s room?

But here I was.

And it was magnificent.

Of course, it was the pack leader’s room - what did I expect? Dingy floors and peeling walls? Hell no. Still, I hadn’t imagined elegance like this.

Cream and brown danced together on the walls, warm and rich like melted caramel. Golden curtains, thick and regal, hung in knotted swags over open windows that poured in golden sunlight. His desk stood against the far wall, beside a wardrobe tall enough to touch the sky. It gleamed, polished to perfection. Books lay in neat rows, untouched by dust.

The whole place felt enchanted. Like Selene, the moon goddess herself, had kissed it into existence. Breathing in here was different - cleaner, sharper, as if the air itself refused to carry filth.

Yet every perfect thing in this room stabbed me.

It was too beautiful. Too untouched. Like everything I was never meant to have. It was like seeing your favorite treat behind glass - close enough to smell, never close enough to taste.

I had begged the stars to change things. Prayed he’d walk into my room just once and say what I needed to hear.

But that day never came. It never would.

I’d always be the failure.

The mistake.

He’d never love me. Not the way he would love the child growing inside my mother.

“Colby, do you hear that?”

Mother’s soft voice yanked me from the spiral. I blinked. I’d forgotten she was here - she was the one who’d even let me in.

“Hear what? The birds outside?” I mumbled.

“No. The dripping. Fenris left the tap running again.” She pressed a hand to her forehead and closed her eyes with a sigh.

Oh. That name. His name.

I shifted on the soft bedsheets, the comfort clashing with the pressure closing in on my chest. Every time she spoke of him, it felt like the walls tightened. Like I was being buried alive in sweetness I could never claim.

“He does that all the time,” she added with a lightness that grated against my skin.

“Want me to turn it off?” I asked, forcing a smile.

“Yes, sweetheart. Thank you.”

I rose carefully, bare feet sinking into the plush rug. As I padded toward the lavatory, I felt her eyes on me - hot and heavy. My skin prickled.

Is she watching me? Why now? Why like this?

I hated being watched when I walked. My steps always faltered, like my knees suddenly forgot how to be knees.

Please, stop looking at me.

And of course - thud. My feet tangled. I hit the floor like a sack of spilled rice.

“Colby!” she gasped.

“I’m fine,” I mumbled, cheeks flaming. My hips throbbed from the impact - I was pretty sure I’d twisted something in a not-so-pretty way.

I scrambled up, turned off the faucet, and made my way back to the bed with what dignity I could salvage. A pink comb sat nearby. I picked it up and gently worked it through her long, silky hair, letting the strands slip between my fingers like threads of moonlight.

“You’ll have a sibling soon,” she said, one hand rubbing her swollen belly.

“Yeah…” I said, trying to sound excited. And I was. Kind of.

“What should we name her?” she asked.

I snorted. “It’s a boy. We’ll name him Alan. Alan sounds strong.”

She laughed, warm and airy, and I laughed with her - until her next words twisted something deep inside me.

“I think it’ll be a girl. Aurora. That’s a pretty name, right?”

My face fell. “I-I d-don’t w-want a s-sister,” I stuttered, voice shaking.

She twisted around, eyes locking on mine. The comb snagged in her hair and fell from my hand.

“Colby? Why would you say that?” she asked gently.

I looked down, twisting my shirt between my fingers. “Because I’m not enough. Everyone says so. Especially him. He calls me less. I want the baby to be a boy. An alpha. Then maybe - maybe Father will stop hating me.”

Her hands cradled my cheeks. “Your father doesn’t hate you, Colby. He’s just… under a lot of pressure. Being Alpha isn’t easy.”

“No. He doesn’t see me. He doesn’t laugh with me, talk to me, not like other dads. I’ve tried to be good. I’ve tried. But it’s never enough. I don’t know what I did wrong.”

My voice cracked. Tears burned behind my eyes.

Her arms pulled me in, pressing my face against her chest. She smelled of citrus and jasmine, and I let it wash over me.

“I love you, Colby. And your father does too. In his own way,” she whispered.

But her voice wobbled. I felt her tremble. Then warmth - wet and hot - soaked into my shirt. She was crying.

Her tears broke me.

Mine spilled freely, soaking into her back.

“I just-”

“Sssh,” she hushed me. “No more buts.”

We stayed that way, bodies folded together, two lonely hearts trying to build something whole.

But peace never lasts.

The door slammed open. My blood froze.

And there he was - Fenris, the man we’d just been speaking of. The Alpha. My father.

His eyes burned into me like fire licking through dry wood.

“What are you doing here?” he growled.

COLBY'S POV

The air vanished the moment Father stepped into the room. My lungs clenched, refusing to breathe as dread settled in my bones. I couldn’t lift my gaze - I couldn’t look at him.

“I asked you a question, fool,” he growled, his crimson eyes sparking with rage. “What are you doing here?”

My throat closed up. Not a single word came out. The silence grew dense, pressing down on my chest like an invisible weight. I stood there, rigid and mute, like a mannequin on display - lifeless and useless.

Then, thankfully, Mother intervened.

“He’s with me, Fenris,” she said, rising from her seat.

Father’s jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides. His fury flared anew, but now it was aimed at her.

“Of course I see that, Alyssa. I asked why he’s in OUR room. What is this filth doing here?!” His voice cracked like a whip.

“He is our son. YOUR son!” she cried, her voice sharp with conviction.

“Th