Omega Luna Left, Alpha Went Crazy

Four months before my mating ceremony with Alpha Marcus, his mother pulled me aside with that familiar look of disdain.

"You're just a common Omega who don't understand proper pack etiquette. How can you possibly stand beside my son as Luna?"

Her solution? Ship me off to some specialized Luna training academy to learn "proper manners."

Marcus wrapped his arms around me that night, his breath warm against my ear. "It's all for our future, Sylvia. Trust me."

My heart melted. Of course I trusted him. I would have done anything for him.

I never imagined that the so-called Luna Etiquette Academy was nothing but a torture chamber designed to break female wolves. Four months of hell. Four months of having twisted ideologies beaten into me: "Lunas must submit to Alphas." Question anything, and silver whips would tear your skin apart.

I lost my ability to shift completely.

When I finally escaped that nightmare, I discovered the horrifying truth. Marcus hadn't sent me there to better myself. He'd sent me there to get me out of the way—so I couldn't interfere with his childhood sweetheart Victoria's mating ceremony.

But when I exposed the academy's brutal reality at that very ceremony, when Marcus finally learned what he'd put me through, the powerful Alpha completely lost his mind.

My fiancé is Marcus, Alpha of the Stormfang Pack.

Before our mating ceremony, his mother cornered me in the pack house kitchen.

"As a common Omega, you clearly don't understand proper pack etiquette." Her manicured nails tapped against the marble countertop. "You'll attend a specialized training academy. Learn how to be a proper Alpha's mate."

The way she said "proper" made my skin crawl.

But this place wasn't an etiquette academy at all. It was pure hell on earth.

Every morning before dawn, shrill whistles would pierce the darkness like ice picks to the skull. Then came the brutal physical training that pushed us beyond our limits. Show weakness, and the silver-tipped whips would sing through the air without mercy.

The "submission conditioning" classes were even worse.

They'd strap us to metal chairs and force twisted ideologies into our heads. "Females must be obedient." "Alphas can have multiple partners, and as their mate you should support this." "Your pain doesn't matter—only your Alpha's happiness."

The words felt like poison seeping into my brain.

But the punishment for defiance was the most terrifying part. The trainers would inject silver-laced serums directly into our bloodstreams. The agony would tear through every nerve ending, making you wish for death.

I barely survived four months of this torture.

My hands still shake when I think about it. My wolf had retreated so deep inside me that I couldn't feel her anymore.

On the day I was finally released, I heard Marcus talking to his Beta outside the academy gates. I'd been walking toward him, a smile ready on my lips despite everything, when his words stopped me cold.

"Sending Sylvia to the academy was just to keep her