Chapter Seven: Divine’s Wrath
The warmth of David’s body lingered long after he left the bed.
Faith stirred under the silk sheets, skin still humming from the night before. Every inch of her throbbed with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way his voice broke when he said you’re mine. She wasn’t marked yet — not officially — but she felt claimed.
Her heart still fluttered with the thought.
She was his.
And yet… a storm was brewing outside, and not just in the skies.
The scent of lavender and burning clove struck before the knock even came. The scent of Divine.
The knock wasn’t polite — it was demanding.
Faith stood slowly, slipping on a robe and tightening it at the waist. Her pulse quickened, instincts screaming as the door creaked open.
There she was.
Divine.
Tall. Elegant. Dressed in ivory silk that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her black curls framed a face too perfect to be kind, and her amber eyes glinted like glass ready to shatter.
“So,” Divine said with a venomous smile, “there you are, the little thing who warmed his bed last night.”
Faith didn’t flinch. “Can I help you?”
“You already have,” Divine said coldly. “You helped me see just how far David has fallen.”
Faith’s fingers curled tighter around her robe. “He’s not yours.”
“He was promised to me. The entire pack knew it. The elders approved it.”
“But he didn’t choose you.”
Divine’s eyes narrowed. “And you think that means something? That an Alpha’s lust equals love?”
“This isn’t just lust.” Faith’s voice wavered, but she held her ground. “He sees me and he chose me.”
A bitter laugh escaped Divine. “You’re delusional. Omegas like you are nothing more than distractions. Warm bodies to ease the edge of the beast. He’ll grow bored. They always do.”
Faith’s chest tightened. Somewhere deep inside, her insecurities twisted like a knife. But she remembered David’s touch. His words. The way he whispered her name like a vow.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Faith said.
Divine stepped forward until they were inches apart. “Then I’ll rip you apart limb by limb and see if he still wants you when you’re broken.”
Before Faith could respond, a presence flooded the hallway — cold, dominant, and furious.
David.
His shirt was half-buttoned, but his power was fully unleashed. The moment he saw Divine looming over Faith, his eyes shifted — the silver of his wolf bleeding through the blue.
“Step away from her,” he growled.
Divine turned slowly, masking her fury with sweetness. “David. I was just checking on your… new obsession.”
“She’s not an obsession. She’s mine.” His voice thundered with finality.
Divine’s expression cracked.
“From the moment I laid eyes on her,” David continued, “my wolf chose. It was never you. It was never going to be you.”
“She’s your brother’s mate,” Divine spat. “Do you not see how sick that is?”
David didn’t flinch. “My brother never claimed her. Fate chose her for me and I will protect her with everything I have.”
Faith’s heart pounded.
Divine’s smile returned, crueler now. “Then prepare for war. Because I won’t step aside quietly.”
She turned on her heel, leaving behind the stench of wrath and rejection.
As soon as she disappeared, David stepped in and slammed the door shut. His arms found Faith instantly.
“Are you okay?” he asked, voice softer now.
Faith nodded, though she trembled slightly. “She… she said awful things.”
He cupped her face gently. “She doesn’t matter. I told you, you’re mine.”
“You didn’t mark me,” she whispered.
“I will,” he said. “But not because she’s pressuring me or trying to scare you. I’ll mark you when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now.”
David stilled. His eyes locked on hers.
“You mean it?”
She nodded.
But instead of kissing her, instead of biting down right then and there, he pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her neck.
“She’s going to make this difficult,” he murmured.
“Let her. I’m not afraid.”
But David was — not for himself, but for her.
Because Divine’s wrath wasn’t just a scorned woman’s tantrum. It was a threat. And when a she-wolf like Divine is humiliated before the entire pack, she doesn’t slink away. She attacks.
Later that day, the Rainfall Pack estate was buzzing with tension.
The Alpha Council had summoned David for an emergency meeting. Word of his night with Faith had already spread like wildfire, no doubt fanned by Divine’s claws.
Faith sat alone in the training yard, watching younger wolves spar. Her heart wouldn’t settle.
She knew this wouldn’t be easy. She was an omega. She wasn’t raised for politics or pack dominance. But her connection with David was real. And real love was worth bleeding for.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a low growl.
A brown wolf stalked toward her from the trees — not David’s wolf.
A male she didn’t recognize.
He shifted mid-step, becoming a lean, scarred man with ice-blue eyes.
“You’re Faith?” he asked, voice low.
She nodded slowly.
He stepped closer. “David won’t always be around to protect you. You should watch your back.”
Faith stood, forcing her chin up. “Who sent you?”
The man smirked. “No one. Just thought I’d deliver the message before someone else does it with claws.”
And then he vanished back into the trees.
Faith exhaled shakily.
Divine was already starting.
That night, David returned late, jaw clenched and eyes stormy.
“They tried to strip me of my claim,” he said.
“What?” Faith gasped.
He pulled off his shirt and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. “The council sided with Divine. Said I betrayed tradition. My father… he didn’t even speak in my defense.”
Her heart broke for him.
“They said if I don’t reject you by the next full moon… they’ll challenge my position as heir.”
Faith swallowed hard. “What will you do?”
He turned to her, eyes softening. “The only thing I won’t do… is give you up.”
She crawled into his lap and kissed him fiercely.
“Then we fight,” she whispered.
David’s wolf growled in approval.
But somewhere in the shadows, Divine watched from afar, her nails digging into her palm until blood dripped down her wrist.
“You want war?” she whispered to the night.
“Then war it is.”