The moment the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, I was already awake.
My body was exhausted from the weight of everything I had learned, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest.
**Experiment 218.**
**Genetic Variant: Unknown.**
**Status: Unstable.**
**Project: Omega Evolution.**
That single piece of paper had shattered every truth I had ever known about myself.
I wasn’t just an omega. I wasn’t weak.
I was something else—something worth hunting.
And I was done being prey.
I rolled out of bed and dressed quickly, pulling on the black training gear that had been left in my room. The fabric was lightweight but durable, designed for combat.
By the time I reached the training grounds, the morning sun was just beginning to rise over the towering walls of the Moonstone Pack’s estate.
The moment my feet touched the packed dirt, three pairs of eyes turned toward me.
Sebastian. Kai. Dante.
Three Alphas. Three warriors.
My trainers.
Kai stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders. “Look who finally decided to show up.”
I exhaled sharply. “I’ve been awake for hours.”
Kai grinned. “Then you’re already failing. You should’ve been here first.”
Sebastian ignored him, his green eyes locked onto me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re here to train,” he said, voice cold. “Not to play games.”
I lifted my chin. “Then let’s get started.”
Dante watched me for a moment before nodding. “Very well.”
Sebastian crossed his arms. “First rule of combat—you are already dead.”
I blinked. “That’s… encouraging.”
He didn’t react to my sarcasm. “You’re weaker than your opponent. Slower. Less experienced. If you fight like you have an advantage, you’ll get yourself killed. You fight as if you’re already dead, and you have nothing to lose.”
My heart pounded.
This wasn’t just training.
This was survival.
I nodded. “Understood.”
Kai smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
And then, before I could even blink, he attacked.
Kai moved fast.
One second, he was standing in front of me, the next, he was behind me, sweeping my legs out from under me with ruthless efficiency.
I hit the ground hard, the air rushing from my lungs.
Pain shot through my back, but before I could even register it, Kai was there again, grabbing my wrist and twisting it behind my back.
I barely had time to react before Sebastian struck.
A fist came toward me—I barely dodged, twisting at the last second, but my movements were sloppy. I staggered, my balance off, and Sebastian took full advantage.
His arm snapped out, catching me by the throat. He didn’t squeeze—didn’t cut off my air—but the warning was clear.
If this had been a real fight, I would already be dead.
A growl of frustration rumbled in my chest.
Sebastian let me go, stepping back. “Again.”
I sucked in a breath, forcing myself to focus.
Kai smirked. “You lasted longer than I thought.”
I ignored him, planting my feet in the dirt.
“Again,” I said.
Sebastian’s lips curled slightly—just a fraction. A hint of approval.
And then they attacked again.
The next hour was brutal.
I was thrown to the ground. Pinned. Outmaneuvered.
Over. And over. And over.
By the time we finally stopped, my entire body ached. Bruises were already forming along my arms and ribs. My breath was ragged, sweat dripping down my back.
But I was still standing.
Kai grinned, hands on his hips. “She’s stubborn. I like it.”
Sebastian watched me carefully, his green eyes assessing. “She’s learning.”
Dante stepped forward, his voice calm. “But not fast enough.”
I wiped the sweat from my brow, gritting my teeth.
“I can do better.”
Dante studied me for a long moment before nodding. “Then prove it.”
Sebastian gestured toward a set of wooden training dummies lined along the field. “Your form is sloppy. We’ll fix that first.”
I nodded.
I would prove it.
I would become stronger.
Because weakness was not an option.
By the third day of training, my body screamed in protest.
Every muscle burned. My knuckles were raw from striking the wooden dummies. My legs trembled from hours of relentless drills.
But I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t stop.
Sebastian pushed me to my limit.
Kai tested my instincts.
Dante forced me to think.
It was the most grueling thing I had ever endured. And yet…
Something inside me thrived.
With every fall, I rose faster.
With every failure, I adapted.
And slowly, I changed.
I was no longer just surviving their training.
I was fighting back.
On the fourth night, I stood in the training grounds long after everyone else had left.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting long shadows across the dirt. My body was exhausted. My arms shook from the weight of the training sword I held.
But I kept going.
Strike. Block. Pivot. Strike.
Again. Again. Again.
“Enough.”
I froze.
Sebastian’s voice cut through the silence, firm, unwavering.
I turned, breathing hard. He stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
“You should be resting,” he said.
I tightened my grip on the sword. “I can’t.”
He studied me for a long moment before stepping forward. “Give me the sword.”
I hesitated.
Then, slowly, I handed it over.
Sebastian took it easily, turning it in his grip. Then, without warning—
He attacked.
The blade came toward me fast—I barely had time to dodge. Barely.
But I did.
Sebastian smirked. “Good.”
Then he struck again.
I countered. Blocked. My body screamed in protest, but I moved anyway.
Faster. Sharper. Better.
Our blades clashed beneath the moonlight, the sound ringing across the empty field.
And then, in one final move—
I twisted, slipping past his guard, and pressed my blade to his throat.
Silence.
My breath was ragged. My pulse thundered.
Sebastian stilled.
Then, slowly—so slowly—his lips curled into something almost like a smile.
“Now,” he murmured, his green eyes gleaming.
“You’re ready.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
Because for the first time, I believed it.
I wasn’t just an omega anymore.
I was something else.
Something deadly.
And I was ready for war.