The Alpha's Doomed Omega Bride

Lydia's POV

The wedding dress felt heavier than it looked, maybe it was because I knew what it meant.

I stood in front of the mirror while two women from Black Moon Pack adjusted the long white dress around my body. They arrived early that morning with everything I needed for the wedding. The dress was beautiful but I couldn't enjoy it.

Today, I was getting married to a man I had never met, Alpha Ronan.

The man whose name alone made people lower their voices, I swallowed hard.

My mother stood behind me, trying not to cry as she watched the women fix my veil.

"Stop looking at me like that, Mama," I whispered.

She forced a smile. "I'm only looking."

"You're looking at me like you're never going to see me again."

Her smile disappeared, for a moment, neither of us spoke, she stepped forward and took my hands.

"I don't know what awaits you there," she said quietly. "But remember who you are."

I nodded, "I will, mama"

She kissed my forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too." One of the women cleared her throat.

"Your mother should wait outside now. We need to finish preparing the bride."

Mama hesitated, her eyes remained on me for a few seconds before she finally walked toward the door.

"Be strong, Lydia, my child"

I watched her leave, the door closed behind her. Soon, the other women finished fixing my veil and checking my dress.

"You look beautiful," one of them said.

I looked at myself in the mirror again, beautiful, but as what? A bride? A sacrifice?

The women left the room, telling me they would return when it was time to walk down the aisle. The moment the door closed, silence filled the room. I let out a slow breath.

My eyes moved around the room, everything was too perfect, the flowers, the white curtains, the expensive decorations.

The soft music coming from somewhere outside, It looked like a celebration but all I could think about was the contract sitting inside my bag.

One year, one year of marriage to a stranger, one year in Black Moon Pack, one year to keep my family safe.

I lowered my eyes, "At least they will have their home back," I whispered.

That was what I kept telling myself, it was the only thing keeping me from running. I took a few steps toward the dressing table. Then I stopped, something was lying beneath the edge of my veil.

A small black envelope, my heart immediately began beating faster. I looked toward the door.

Nobody was there, slowly, I picked it up, there was no name or seal on it, nothing to identify the sender.

Just three words written across the front.

DON'T MARRY HIM.

My fingers went cold, I opened it and inside was a small piece of paper, i unfolded it.

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE WOMEN BEFORE YOU.

My breath caught in my throat, I read the next line.

ASK WHAT HAPPENED TO THE THIRD WIFE.

I stared at the words, so it was true, they didn't die naturally, and it seemed like the sender knew something.

Someone had gone out of their way to warn me, my first instinct was to run. I looked toward the door.

But where would I go? If I disappeared now, Alpha Marcus would destroy my family.

He had already taken everything, he had already stopped my brothers from working.

He had already threatened to throw us out of our home and pack. If I refused this marriage now, he would make sure my family paid for it.

My hand tightened around the note just then a knock came from the door.

I quickly folded the paper and pushed it into the small pocket inside my dress.

"Lydia?"

It was Mama.

"I'm coming."

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, my face looked calm. But inside, everything in me was shaking.

The door opened.

"You're ready," Mama said softly.

I nodded.

"Yes."

She reached for my hand, "It's time."

I followed her, the moment I stepped outside, I heard the wedding music. My stomach twisted, people turned to look at me. Some smiled, some whispered, i wondered if the sender was among the people looking at me or did they leave after seeing me ignore their warnings?

Then I saw him, Alpha Ronan, he stood at the end of the aisle dressed completely in black. He was taller than I expected, broad shoulders, dark hair and a hard, unreadable expression.

He wasn't smiling but he wasn't looking at the guests either.

His eyes were fixed on me, for the first time, I understood why people were afraid of him.

There was something intimidating about the way he stood there.

Not because he was doing anything special he honestly didn't need to. His presence alone was enough, our eyes met and for a second, neither of us looked away.

Then I remembered the note hidden inside my dress.

Didn't MARRY HIM.

My steps almost stopped immediately but I continued, one step, then another, each felt heavier as I approached the altar, until I stood beside the man who was about to become my husband.

He looked me in the eye, "Lydia Vale?" His voice was deep and calm, not fitting his presence and expression.

"Yes."

"I'm Ronan."

I almost laughed at how strange the introduction sounded, of course he was Ronan.

But this was the first time we had ever spoken.

"Greetings Alpha Ronan," I replied.

His eyes narrowed slightly, "Just Ronan."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I held my mouth, and the priest began speaking. I barely heard him, my mind was still on the note.

ASK WHAT HAPPENED TO THE THIRD WIFE.

I glanced at Ronan, was he really capable of killing his wives? Was that why someone had warned me? Or was there something else I didn't know?

"Do you, Alpha Ronan, take Lydia Vale as your lawful wife?"

Ronan looked directly at me "I do."

My heart pounded as the priest turned to me.

"And do you, Lydia Vale, take Alpha Ronan as your lawful husband?"

Everything became silent, I know I was hesitating, I looked at Ronan, then I thought about my parents, my brothers, our house, our land.

The life Alpha Marcus had threatened to destroy, I had no choice, there wasn't any to begin with, it's this or my family.

"I do."

The words left my mouth in a breathy wave, everyone around us smiled. Someone even clapped and the music started again. But I barely heard any of it.

As I stood beside my new husband, I touched the hidden note inside my dress.

I had just married a man whose previous wives never survived.

And now, I was his wife, but I made myself one promise. I would find out what happened to them. And whatever had happened to the women before me...

I would NOT become the next one.