Shattered Dawn

I wake up cold. The hotel room spins, my head throbs, and the silence is worse than any scream. My dress is torn, my body aches in ways that make me flinch when I move. I don’t remember anything after the bachelorette drinks. But this… this wasn’t celebration. This was violation. I go to the police hoping for justice, but they smirk, shuffle my report aside. 'You’re an Omega,' they say, as if that erases consent. As if I didn’t exist. Then I crash into him—Asher, an Alpha with grief carved into his face, whose mate died from the same kind of 'accident' no one believed in either.

Shattered Dawn

I wake up cold. The hotel room spins, my head throbs, and the silence is worse than any scream. My dress is torn, my body aches in ways that make me flinch when I move. I don’t remember anything after the bachelorette drinks. But this… this wasn’t celebration. This was violation. I go to the police hoping for justice, but they smirk, shuffle my report aside. 'You’re an Omega,' they say, as if that erases consent. As if I didn’t exist. Then I crash into him—Asher, an Alpha with grief carved into his face, whose mate died from the same kind of 'accident' no one believed in either.

My fingers tremble against the hotel room doorframe as I stare at the bed—rumpled sheets, a single high heel under the nightstand, my dress ripped at the shoulder. My head pounds, my mouth dry like I’ve been drugged. I don’t remember anything after the third cocktail at the club. Just flashes: laughter, hands, a scent—musky, overpowering, not mine.

I run to the precinct, clutching my phone, voice cracking as I tell the officer on duty. He barely looks up. 'You’re an Omega. Who’d force themselves on you? Sounds like you had fun and regret it now.'

Humiliation burns my throat. I turn to leave, tears blurring the linoleum tiles—and slam into someone solid. A deep voice, rough with sorrow: 'They didn’t believe her either.' I look up. A man, broad-shouldered, eyes hollow. Asher. And in his scent, beneath pine and smoke, I catch the faintest trace of mourning—an Omega’s fading pheromones still clinging to his coat.