Bound By Fate

Aisla’s POV

The glass shattered in my hand.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” I whispered, staring at the fragments scattered across the marble floor. Red wine spread like blood, dark and glistening under the light.

My stomach twisted. The Luna would kill me if she found out. One of these glasses probably cost more than I made cleaning the pack house in a month—maybe even three.

I dropped to my knees, picking up the shards with my bare hands. I had to clean it up before anyone saw. Before anyone remembered I existed long enough to punish me.

“Stupid Aisla,” I muttered under my breath. “Why can’t you do anything right? Why are you always a mess?”

Today was supposed to be special. My eighteenth birthday. But like every other day, I was invisible. No one remembered. No one cared.

Upstairs, laughter and music drifted through the walls. The Alpha’s sons—the infamous triplets—were returning after two years of warrior training. The whole pack was celebrating. Everyone except me.

A sharp sting burned my palm. I glanced down—blood welled up, sliding across my skin. But something was wrong.

Under the moonlight spilling through the window, my blood shimmered silver.

I blinked. Once. Twice.

No. That wasn’t possible. Blood wasn’t silver. It was red. It had always been red.

“Great, Aisla,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Now you’re hallucinating too.”

I wiped my hand on my apron, and the glow vanished. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe being unseen for so long was finally making me lose my mind.

Footsteps clicked down the stairs. My breath caught.

“Aisla!” Elaria’s sharp voice sliced through the quiet.

Panic jolted through me. The Beta’s daughter—the pack’s golden girl. Perfect blonde curls, emerald eyes, beauty that made everyone adore her. The Luna doted on her like she was a princess. The triplets probably would too.

“I’m cleaning, Miss Elaria,” I said, my voice small.

Her heels tapped closer. I picked up the glass faster, cutting my fingers again. Pain flared, but I didn’t stop.

“The triplets will be here any minute,” she said, not even looking at me. “Make sure you stay in the kitchen. No one wants to see you at the party.”

My chest tightened. “Yes, Miss Elaria.”

“And clean up that mess. You’re always breaking things.” She turned, then glanced back with a smirk. “Try not to embarrass the pack tonight, Aisla. Some of us actually matter.”

She left. Her laughter echoed upstairs, joining the music.

I sank back on my heels, fighting tears. Eighteen years old today, and I was still nothing. The invisible girl. The forgotten omega.

My wolf stirred inside me—angry, restless. She wanted to run, to escape this place. But where would we go? We had no one. No family. No friends. No home beyond this pack that didn’t even see us.

I forced myself to keep cleaning, ignoring the sting in my hands. Pain was a familiar companion.

Then—the front doors burst open.

Male voices filled the