In enemy's pack

Silas's POV

"Take me back to the mansion," I ordered the driver as I settled into the back seat of the car.

I had made up my mind—I was going to move out. So I told the driver to take me back to our mansion because I needed to pack all my belongings before leaving. I leaned back against the seat, lost in my thoughts.

Why is the Moon Goddess doing this to me? Why did she make me this way?

I've heard from so many people that, despite being an Omega, I'm different. I'm not like other Omegas—gentle and kind. I don't bow my head and quietly listen to anyone.

 And they're right, aren't they? If it's not my fault, why should I just take it? That's why my hands often lash out, regardless of whether the person in front of me is an Alpha or anyone else.

Maybe it's because I can't feel any Alpha's pheromones. No matter how much they try, even when Alphas fight me, they can't use their pheromones to weaken me. That's why they end up losing in the end.

Lost in my thoughts, I rolled down the window, needing fresh, open air. But as soon as I looked outside, I noticed that we were surrounded by a forest, and evening was beginning to fall. This wasn't the road to our mansion.

I immediately turned toward the driver. "Where are you taking me? This isn't the way to the mansion."

Hearing my words, the driver burst into loud laughter and looked at me through the rearview mirror. When he did that, and I saw those brown eyes, a chill ran down my spine. 

He wasn't the driver. He was a senior from my school, someone who had tried to do terrible things to me before. Back then, I had somehow managed to escape. But this senior was incredibly strong.

I immediately grabbed my phone to call Zarek, but then I remembered—Zarek wasn't my fiancé anymore. What was the point of calling him? I put the phone back in my pocket and started trying to open the car door, but it was locked.

That's when I heard him say, "Try as much as you want, but you won't escape me today. Tonight, I'll have a taste of you no matter what."

Hearing his words, I quietly sat back in my seat. My sudden calmness seemed to confuse him. He probably couldn't figure out why I had stopped resisting.

The senior then stopped the car near a border—the border of the Bloodfang Pack, our enemy pack.

The senior stepped out of the car and opened the door next to me, approaching with clear intent. Perhaps he had forgotten the lesson from the last time he tried this.

"You made a mistake forcing yourself on me again," I mocked, and without hesitation, I delivered a sharp kick straight to his sensitive area.

As soon as the blow landed, he screamed in pain, "Aaaaaaa," doubling over. But then, he reached down, pulled out a rod, and swung it straight at my head.

The blow to my head was so strong that it left my head throbbing, and I started feeling dizzy. That's when I heard some voices.

"Grab this Alpha! How dare he come to our border and try to harm an Omega!"

I didn't know whose voices they were because they were coming from outside the car, and I was still sitting inside, clutching my head. Blood was dripping down from my wound.

Then I saw a group of bodyguards storm in and pin the senior down right in front of me.

Two people approached and stood before me. I couldn't clearly see their faces because my vision had become blurry, but I wanted to thank them for saving me. Before I could utter a word, everything went black, and I lost consciousness.

After a while, when I regained consciousness, I saw a doctor standing beside me. Two nurses were standing nearby, whispering to each other.

 My eyes wandered around the room, and I realized it was an unfamiliar place. I tried to sit up, but the movement caused a sharp pain in the wound on my head.

"Ugh... my head," I muttered to myself.

Seeing me trying to sit up, the doctor immediately signaled one of the nurses with his eyes. 

The nurse understood the gesture and quickly left the room without a word.

"How are you feeling? Do you remember your name?" the doctor asked, gently touching my head, seemingly checking if the wound was still painful.

But his touch hurt, and I immediately pushed his hand away from my head.

"Don't touch me! And yes, I remember everything. I haven't lost my memory," I snapped at him.

Despite my reaction, the doctor's lips maintained that professional smile he likely gave to everyone, unaffected by my attitude.

Suddenly, the door opened, and my gaze shifted towards it. Two people walked in. The first was a woman of middle age, dressed in a white western outfit. 

Her hair was white, and her skin was glowing. Dark lipstick adorned her lips, adding to her striking appearance.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man in a black suit. His face alone gave off a strong leader-like aura. 

Everything about him, from his poker face to his cold demeanor, was extraordinary.

"How are you feeling now?" the woman asked, stepping forward. The man remained by the door, his hands crossed over his chest, standing still like a silent observer.

The woman came and sat directly beside me. There was a comforting smile on her lips.

"I'm fine, but who are you?" I asked in a gentle voice, as she looked professional. In such a situation, how could I speak to her carelessly?

The woman smiled softly. "My name is Leni. I am the Luna of the Bloodfang pack, and the one standing behind me—" Her voice was very elegant.

 She glanced at the man standing behind her, whose face was blushing, and then looked back at me.

"He is the king of this place, the Alpha of the Bloodfang pack."

I tried to laugh after hearing what she said, but my lips weren't ready to cooperate. 

The Bloodfang pack is the most dangerous pack, known for killing anyone without hesitation. And I belonged to their enemy pack. Why would they possibly spare me?