The Omega At Lunacrest Academy

Elara's pov.

If I'd known the night would end with three of Lunacrest's most feared Alphas staring at me like I'd just cursed them, I would've stayed in my dorm and minded my business.

But no. Here I am, in a bold silver dress that smells faintly of expensive perfume, standing beneath chandeliers that drip gold like melting sunlight.

The welcome ball of Lunacrest Academy. The most elite werewolf institution in the realm. Every student here is someone; future alphas, betas, council heirs, purebloods. Everyone belongs.

Everyone except me.

The air buzzes with music, laughter, and dominance. Wolves showing off their lineage in expensive suits, girls tossing their hair just enough for everyone to notice the glow of their pack marks. I stand near a marble pillar, clutching my glass of punch like it's a lifeline.

I shouldn't even be here. I told Claude I wouldn't come.

My brother, the Beta heir of Crescent Claw, top of his class, always perfect, always in control. He warned me to stay away from the party.

"People talk, Elara. They'll notice you don't have a wolf. Just stay out of sight. Please."

So I promised. And then I lied.

Because hiding gets tiring. Pretending to be smaller than everyone else is tiring.

So I came. In a mask, at least. A mask makes everyone equal for one night. Or so I thought.

I'm seconds from leaving when a hush rolls through the hall like a living thing.

Then I feel them; three distinct pulses of energy, sharp enough to make the hair on my neck rise.

Every head turns toward the grand doors. The crowd parts.

And the triplets walk in.

The Veyron brothers. The Alphas of Alphas. The triplets Claude never missed a chance to talk about.

They move together, but not in sync, like a melody broken into three different parts.

Alpha Lucien leads, his calm slicing cleaner than a blade. He wears black, simple but elegant, and his cold, intelligent eyes sweep the room as if memorizing every face for a reason he'll never explain.

Alpha Riven follows, his presence wild and burning. There's something dangerous in the way his jaw tightens, the way his aura crackles with raw power barely contained.

And then Alpha Cassian, the last, the contrast. Smiling, lazy, golden-haired devilry in a tuxedo. He walks like the world belongs to him, and maybe it does.

The whispers start immediately.

"They're cursed."

"The hybrid triplets."

"No one's ever heard their heartbeats."

They're myths wrapped in beautiful faces. And for some reason, my chest tightens.

Because walking behind them, looking painfully familiar in his Beta badge, is my brother.

Claude.

Oh, moon. No, no, no.

He's with them?

Of course he is. He's their closest friend. The Beta's son who gets invited into every inner circle I'll never belong to.

He shouldn't see me here. I told him I was studying.

I pull my mask lower, shrinking behind the pillar again. But my eyes betray me, they stay