ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʀɪʟᴇʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
"ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ"
ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ & ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴀᴜ
The snow fell outside the cave. It looked unreal under the moonlight, like a fairytale too good to be true.
And what was too good to be true also was how the whole pack was sleeping safe and sound.
Even under a snowstorm this cold, even when the fire pits couldn't keep up with the blizzard.
Simon was the only one awake, watching over his pack. No one could beat this strange comfort that embraced them out of nowhere.
So, being the alpha, he had to stay awake, right?
That wasn't the case at all for him. It actually was the quiet opposite.
He couldn't sleep because of the storm, not the one outside the cave, but the one inside his mind.
Looking at his pack, some snuggling in their nests, some snoring, some just still, it wasn't like this before.
Even being werewolf shapeshifters with a higher temperature than normal human beings wasn't enough to stay warm in the winter.
So why is everyone warm, not bothered by the outrageous wind outside or the coldness of this harsh winter?
When a storm lighter than this one would have kept some of his betas and omegas awake?
Then his eyes landed on you.
Far away inside the cave, sleeping safe and sound just like the others.
But you, you didn't even bother to put a blanket on you to sleep.
And since the day you joined the pack, there was no other explanation for what's happening to his pack.
Other than it's all because of you.
Why?
Let's go back to how it all started...
A night where Simon was away from the cave, doing a border patrol with his Beta, Johnny.
The night seemed peaceful, nothing dangerous, nothing threatening, just moonlight, owls howling, and the snow creaking beneath their steps.
It was almost like a casual hangout between two men who'd die for each other.
Then, the wind picked up.
And a scent, a very unique, confusing but also so familiar scent to Simon, hit him.
He had to stop for a moment and close his eyes, his senses spiking up at this scent, like it had a hold on him, like... a smell he knew but couldn't remember whose it was.
Johnny noticed his reaction. The beta himself picked up the smell, but not as strongly as Simon did, not even as intensely.
"You're alright?" Johnny asked, concerned, looking around to sense any danger.
Simon didn't reply. He just took a shuddery breath and opened his eyes.
A low, deep growl tore from his throat, his heart beating fast.
And then, he started running towards the source, still in his human form.
"Hold on!" Johnny yelped from behind, and he followed his alpha without hesitation.
They both knew someone had just crossed their territory, but Simon knew it wasn't dangerous, and somehow, it felt the completely opposite of it.
It felt so right.
So they kept running until they arrived at the end.
And there she was, the source, you.
Standing there, heavily panting like you were running too, like you were looking for them too.
Simon squinted his eyes, surprised at what he was looking at, while Johnny was looking at you with suspicion and confusion.
Simon's eyes scanned you from head to toe, and he immediately knew that you were just like them, a shapeshifter werewolf.
But what confused him most was what you were wearing in the middle of the night, in a snowy forest, a harsh environment even for werewolves.
You were wearing incredibly thin clothes for this weather, yet you're standing like it's just a sunny spring day.
No one spoke for a moment, just heavy breaths and deep silence.
Simon looked around, making sure that you were alone, no one watching or around.
Even though it was your smell that was the only one around, filling Simon's lungs, and some... strange feeling of longing.
"You're lost?" he shouted, loud enough for you to hear.
You just simply shook your head, denying it.
Simon contemplated for a moment.
"You crossed a territory," he shouted again.
There was a weird feeling in his chest that if you had your pack, he didn't want you to go back, because it didn't feel right.
It didn't feel right at all.
You didn't respond for the second time, yet you yourself couldn't walk away, because you too picked up on his scent the moment he picked up on yours.
And yet, it also felt so familiar, so comforting, and you had no clue why.
So now you three were just standing there, you and Simon staring at each other, while Johnny was just watching, curious what his alpha would do.
"Your pack is around?" Simon asked, his voice lower this time.
You stayed quiet for a moment, playing with the hem of your shirt.
"I have no pack..."
Simon frowned. No pack? How could you have no pack?
He didn't question you much about that, not now, not when he felt like he had found something he had lost years ago.
"You're lone?"
You nodded, a hand gripping your opposite arm.
"That's dangerous, how could she be alone in nowhere?" Johnny whispered to Simon.
Simon clenched his jaw. His beta was right, it was far too dangerous.
And judging by your scent, he knew immediately that you were an omega.
And a lone omega was never right.
But... something was off too... because your scent was not the scent of a normal omega.
"What will you do, Si?" Johnny asked again.
Simon turned to Johnny.
"I can't leave her out here..."
Johnny nodded, but still skeptical.
"I understand, Si, but... what if she's dangerous?"
Simon immediately shook his head, like that thought hadn't even crossed his mind at all.
And being the alpha he was, how he was always cautious, didn't trust so quickly.
That's why it was so strange for Johnny, the way he didn't seem like he was contemplating, like he had already made his choice.
"You're coming with us," he said with finality.
Your breath got caught. You stared at him in shock. Did he just say that? Why would he trust you that easily...
You wanted to deny, to walk away and stay alone, but you just couldn't help but gravitate towards him.
Simon didn't walk to you, didn't say any other word. He just walked away...
Johnny was in full confusion. He usually understood Simon, but this time, it seemed like none of you three knew what was exactly happening.
Simon just kept walking away, like he knew exactly you'd follow him. He didn't even look back.
And you did, of course you did. You followed the two men as they made their way back home.
And since then, you became a new member of his family, his pack.
The next morning, he introduced you to the others, his voice full of authority.
You watched as the pack looked at you, not in fear, not in disgust, but they were so welcoming to you, so kind.
And it's because they trust Simon, they trust his choices, and they know that whenever someone joins them, it's never the wrong choice.
Days passed, and Simon watched over you as you tried to settle down and get used to this new family.
He noticed the way you were always quiet, but your presence was always loud enough that no one could ignore it.
No one understood why, but they all started seeking you.
Asking you to join them in chitchats, meals, cooking, duties.
And you complied, of course. How could you refuse?
He noticed your wary gaze whenever someone got too close to you, how you flinched at the lightest things.
How you didn't seem to share your opinions much. Even when they asked you to, you just said what you thought they'd agree on.
Simon thought that it was just your nature, even when his heart couldn't stop feeling this heavy concern and guilt.
A guilt he didn't understand.
But what he noticed too was that harmony that clouded the pack after you joined.
A warmth, a strange warmth.
His pack didn't whine about the harsh coldness anymore...
The sick ones healed fast, with faster recovery after a tiring hunt...
When you slept, everyone slept deeper...
And when you were around during a disagreement, Simon didn't need to intervene. Your presence just seemed to calm everyone down, to make everyone work in harmony and serenity.
It's like you're making this pack a synergy, turning their hearts into one heart.
Like you were a missing piece, one of a kind.
Just by your presence alone.
Simon felt like he had found a treasure, not just a desperate omega in need.
And you for sure were different, and he didn't exactly know why...
So now, back to the stormy night, as he watched you sleep—so did the pack—his mind couldn't stop thinking.
He had heard that there were different werewolves, and he had heard that they were rare ones.
Rare ones with abilities that normal werewolves don't have, but deeply need for the sake of their pack.
Were you one of them?
Simon already knew the answer, you're rare...
But he doesn't exactly know what it is, he doesn't exactly know how rare you are, and why exactly you were alone.
And how did you not have a pack at all...
And this silence wasn't helping at all, and he knew, as the alpha, he had to finally make you get out of your comfort zone and ask you directly.
So the next night, while everyone was talking and eating dinner, you were at the corner, eating silently, savoring every bite.
You felt him before he was near you. You looked up, and there he was, coming towards you.
You felt that tingly feeling in your gut you always did whenever he was close, whenever you locked eyes on him, whenever you two interacted.
And unfortunately, that tingly feeling got translated into the heat on your cheeks, your fast blinks, and stuttering words.
"Can I sit with you?" he asked, his voice low so you're the only one who could hear him.
You nodded and shifted to make space for him to sit. Your hands held the bowl of food with more force as he sighed a bit while settling down.
You didn't look at him, but your heart was racing. You looked down at your bowl, suddenly not knowing how to behave.
"You like the meal?" he asked gently, looking down at you.
You just nodded. "Mhm..."
He nodded back, not looking away from you. He knew you were shy, and seeing you act like this when he was around, it was just endearing for him.
You took a deep breath, taking his scent in, the scent that you still don't understand why it makes you feel so safe, but also why it's so hard for you to hold back the tears you don't understand why they want to fall.
And for him too... your scent has never failed to make him question things, not because you're an omega, not because you're different.
But because of something else he didn't understand too.
"Why are you sitting by yourself?" he asked.
You stayed still for a moment. You didn't feel self-conscious until now. You looked around and saw everyone gathering, talking, laughing, and you?
Just by yourself.
It had become such a normal thing for you, you stopped noticing how wrong it felt.
"I, uhm... I'm used to it," you replied softly.
"Used to it? When you were alone out there?"
"Yes, when I was alone and also back home."
Simon's eyebrows lifted in surprise. He wasn't expecting that answer.
"Back home?" he asked.
You nodded and looked up at him, and that look on his face made your heart squeeze, like you just wanted to tell him everything.
Like he's a drug you can't control.
"You have a family?"
"I do..." you answered quietly, seeming more like a confession than a fact.
Simon took a deep breath. His protective instincts were through the roof. He clenched his hands next to him as he tried to control himself.
He had millions of questions now, but he knew he shouldn't overwhelm you, not when you were finally speaking to him.
So he tried another approach.
"Are they looking for you?"
You stared deeply into his eyes, your eyes twinkling from the fire pit close to you both.
"No one is looking for me..."
Somehow, that answer hurt him more than if you had said the opposite.
"Why?" he asked quickly.
You stayed quiet for a moment...
You didn't want him to look at you differently. You didn't want to lose this luxury of belonging somewhere.
But you couldn't also lie to him.
"They... they disowned me ."
Silence.
Neither of you spoke for nearly a minute.
You tried to calm down the racing beat of your heart, your hands cupping the bowl with more force than ever as you tried not to shake.
You're scared, terrified that this will be your last night in safety.
You didn't dare look up at Simon, your head lowered down cowardly, too scared to move or do anything.
Meanwhile, Simon, there was a storm of rage battling inside him.
How could your own family kick you out? You, who's the last person he could think could hurt anyone.
You who brought his pack together more than ever and made everything seem like a happy ending just by your existence.
How could a pack kick out an omega like you in the middle of nowhere where it's full of wicked werewolves that could take advantage of you or worse?
He felt his blood boiling in anger, his arm hairs rising, feeling like he was going to transform right there and just run into the snowy woods.
You felt his heat rising, the way he let out an almost unnoticeable growl after every breath, so you yourself cowered more in fear.
And he too picked up on your fear at his reaction.
No... no, that's not what he wanted.
So he stood up quickly and started pacing, trying not to shift.
The last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him.
"Why?" The question came out harsher than he intended, but he just couldn't control it.
You swallowed, your hands shaking more now as you cowered into yourself more and more.
Seeming more like a reflex you learned throughout the years.
"I... they... uhmm..."
"They what?" he asked, his voice deeper than ever now.
You closed your eyes and bit your lip, trying not to cry.
You could lie, but you just felt like it wasn't worth it to lie to him, like you couldn't say anything but the truth.
So you let out a shaky breath, then, in the quietest tone ever, you responded.
"They said I'm cursed..."
Simon's heart stopped for a moment.
Cursed? How could you be cursed?
You're a blessing, more than a blessing that every pack would go through battles just so you could be with them.
How could your family think of your gifts as a curse? And mostly... how could you think that you're cursed?
And judging by the way you looked right now, the way he couldn't see your face, just the crown of your head, the way the spoon was clicking against the wooden bowl between your hands.
And the way you smelled now, like fear, grief, and loss.
He can exactly tell what happened to you.
But you, the lack of his response, the rage vibrating through him, did nothing but remind you of the times your father used to react over the slightest things you did.
Your father, the alpha of your family, the one who preferred your brothers over you.
The one who decided that you were a curse.
A bad omen, moon-forsaken.
Blamed everything on you whenever something bad happened to the pack.
Always compared you to your brothers and the family pups.
The one who neglected you, your well-being, your food, everything.
The one who caused all the damage.
You didn't want that to happen, not here, not in this sanctuary that felt too good to be true.
So you stood up, the bowl falling from your hand, food splashing on the ground.
The pack looked at you in concern, noticing the scene.
You stood there shaking, while their alpha towered over you.
Fiona, the pack's mother figure, stepped closer.
"Sweetheart, what's—" she tried to intervene, but Johnny stopped her midway.
She looked up at him, concerned, but he gave her a comforting nod.
Let them figure this out themselves.
So, with a heavy heart, she nodded back and stepped away.
With heavy breathing, the only thing your mind reacted with was to run.
Never come back here, never let them see your face again.
Because you couldn't let history repeat itself.
But as you started to walk, Simon grabbed your arm.
You froze, panic rising more and more.
"Where do you think you're going?"
You didn't reply. Your breathing started getting faster and faster, tears making your sight harder.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
With a low growl, Simon started leading you to an isolated corner, where the pack wouldn't listen to what you two were saying.
When Simon stopped, he pushed you to the wall, not crowding you, but leaving enough space not to freak you out.
"Where were you going, Y/N?"
You sobbed.
"I- I don't know... you- you're angry—"
Simon clenched his jaw.
"I am... I am furious, you have no idea."
"I do, I can feel it in my bones," you replied, sobbing.
The sight of you shaking in fear and crying was too much for Simon's heart to handle.
He didn't know how to act, didn't know how to calm you down or what to say.
"Please... please don't—"
"Y/N..."
He said in a commanding tone that made you stop sobbing, looking up at him, sniffling and shaking, waiting for what he was about to say.
He lowered his face down to your level, studying your face under the fire pit lights.
Then, unexpectedly, his hand raised.
And by reflex, you flinched and closed your eyes, your body tensing in response, waiting for the blow to hit you anywhere.
But... you felt nothing, nothing at all.
No stinging feeling, no warm hit, nothing.
But Simon was still there. Of course you could feel him, his breath warm on your face, his scent embracing you from everywhere.
Confused, you slowly opened one eye, peeking at Simon, sniffling.
Your eyes met his, his gaze piercing through yours.
You opened your other eye, still confused, then looked and saw his hand still raised, close to your shoulder, but not touching.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered with the gentlest tone you'd heard coming from him.
And that, somehow, did ease your fear, not all of it, but mostly.
You didn't reply, just waiting for his next move, and then he slowly put his raised hand on your shoulder.
The fatherly way he touched your shoulder made the tension in your whole body release.
You let out an involuntary whine, feeling so overwhelmed with just one touch.
And then he spoke.
"You belong here, with us, with me."
Your breath hitched in surprise. You definitely weren't expecting acceptance.
Not after you said the truth, not after being a curse.
"W-what?" you asked, your voice shaking.
"You're ours, and we're yours... this territory is where you belong."
Simon saw the way you stared at him speechless, and that nearly melted his heart, his instincts doing nothing but wanting to keep you safe and sound, and never let you go through anything bad again.
"You're a blessing to us, not a curse."
You let out a strangled sob in shock. No one had ever told you you were a blessing, nor even treated you this way.
"Go get some rest, omega... and don't ever think that you don't belong with us."
With that, he walked away through the darkness of the night, leaving the cave, and leaving you with your own thoughts.
Your knees gave out, and you fell sobbing to the ground. You didn't know why you were even crying now.
Was it from relief, or from grief...
You weren't aware of your surroundings until you felt someone pulling you into the warmest hug.
It was Fiona.
And you had no other choice but to lean into her.
Because as much as you brought harmony to this family, your distress also brought them distress.
And they couldn't have you like this...
Days passed, and now things were way more different.
You started to settle in more than before, feeling way more comfortable being around the pack than ever.
You talked more, initiated things more, becoming more helpful than you already were.
And somehow, between the lines, you gained your smile back.
And this all didn't go unnoticed by Simon, not at all.
How could it go unnoticed when he was following you around like a shadow?
He made sure you were happy, that you indeed felt happy, that you didn't feel like a burden in this family.
And everyone noticed it too.
How their alpha was always close to you, watching you like a hawk.
How he always made sure you got your meal before he started eating, how he always looked around and didn't feel relieved until he spotted you.
How he always found his way next to you, sitting, eating, skinning, doing anything.
And how you both tried unconsciously to share each other's warmth as much as possible.
And then, something much bigger started happening.
Simon caught himself inhaling the scent left on your cloak after you took it off...
He started providing you with everything you could ever need without you saying it... more like gifts.
Warmer gloves—even when you were warmer than the whole pack—a carved spoon, lots and lots of dried meat, and a blanket full of his scent.
The blanket was your favorite one.
He told himself that you'd need it, but everyone knew better.
Simon unconsciously contributes to you. You wake up to find another blanket... his spare pillow, his jacket, soft animal pelts...
No note or explanation... just him making sure his scent covers you from head to toe.
And when Johnny asks him what's this all about—even when Johnny knows exactly what's starting to happen—Simon just replies with, "Just keeping her warm..."
"Right... keeping the one keeping us warm, warm? Yeah, that makes no sense," Johnny says teasingly.
And Simon doesn't elaborate or entertain him.
During patrols... Simon always ends up beside you.
During danger... he instinctively positions himself between you and the threat.
Not because you're weak, but because his instincts insist.
And during hunts, when they're all in their wolf forms, Simon can't stop grooming you.
From prey's blood, snow, leaves, anything.
And you also find yourself going to him whenever your fur feels dirty in the slightest.
And it has the whole pack watching.
You also start doing the same things for him.
Repairing his clothes, making space for him near the fire, bringing him food before yourself, tidying his den, leaving herbs for him after patrols.
You both don't realize what's happening. It almost feels as natural as ever.
You're courting each other, marking each other as your own, and you both haven't experienced something that feels so right and natural before.
Like you both have found each other, you both are meant to be.
And so, without any fancy words or declarations, the whole pack knew you were for each other, and that you both were mates to be.
And then one night, the forest was quiet, too quiet... the kind of silence only winter could bring.
Snow muffled every footstep, every rustle of pine branches overhead, until the only sounds left were the steady crunch of boots and the occasional gust of icy wind weaving through the trees.
Simon walked ahead, his steps steady and careful, and you followed behind him.
It was a patrol night. Johnny was supposed to go with him, but you wanted to go too, and being the good friend he is, he wasn't going to interrupt this cute little date under the moonlight.
That's why he kept watch over the pack instead.
The silence was too loud for you. You kept eyeing Simon from the side as he kept his gaze ahead.
He was too focused on patrolling, but also your presence was as loud as it always had been.
"We'll just keep walking?" you asked.
He looked down at you. "Hm? Yeah, why?"
You sighed and shook your head, trying to hide the disappointment. "Nothing..."
He smiled softly, picking up on your demeanor. "What? Bored?"
You smiled back shyly. That smile said everything, and he chuckled at that, the sound rich, deep, and genuine.
"Well, sorry, that's what patrolling is about," he said with a teasing smile.
You nodded and looked away, not complaining. It's fine, as long as you're with him, you don't have to complain.
You both kept walking in silence until Simon spoke out of nowhere.
"Want to race?"
You looked up at him, surprised. You let out a small chuckle. "Race?? With you?"
"Mhm," he replied, smiling.
"Oh... human form or wolf form?" you teased gently.
He chuckled. "As humans, right now."
Your face lit up at the offer. You looked at him mischievously, then looked ahead of you, then without a warning, you started running.
Simon let out a bark of laughter at your eagerness, and then he started following you, but with far less speed than he usually had.
That gave you a confidence boost, and you doubled your speed.
But before you knew it, your foot stumbled over a stone, and you fell down onto much harder ground than the snow-covered one.
"God!" you squeaked in surprise and pain, lifting yourself up into a sitting position.
Simon, on the other hand, felt his heart drop to his stomach, and the speed he ran to reach you was beyond calculating.
He knelt down in front of you.
"Are you okay? Are you hur—"
And before he could continue, it hit him like a ton of bricks.
The smell of your blood.
Your raw, unfiltered blood as it covered your palm, a drop making its way to the ground.
He had never, ever smelled something like this and been affected this way.
He knew your scent was special. It was the thing that had had control over him since that night he found you in the woods, but this...
It's like the real source seeping into his world.
He felt dizzy, high almost. He closed his eyes and let out a growl.
You looked at him and noticed the way he was reacting, thinking that he was concerned. You tried to comfort him.
"Hey, Simon, it's fine, really."
But he didn't hear any of your words, the scent seeming to have a hypnotizing effect on his alpha instincts.
Clouded with these intense feelings, the only word that repeated in his mind like some sort of spell:
"Protect, protect, protect..."
"Simon!" you shook his shoulder, and that's when he finally got back to reality, his eyes red and intense.
He stared at you, like everything was clicking into place right now, like everything was finally making sense.
"Are you okay?" you asked, concerned, because you'd never seen him like this, and you didn't understand what was going on inside of his head.
Simon looked back down at your palm, and he frowned.
The wound... it was gone.
"Where is it?" he asked, his voice low and vibrating.
You looked down at your now-healed palm, like it was something normal. "Oh... it's healed. I was trying to tell you I'm fine, but I don't know what happened to you."
He stared at you.
"What do you mean, gone?" he said through his teeth, his doubts finally coming to the conclusion of this madness.
"I, uh... I heal fast, the wounds get closed..." you said with a bit of insecurity...
You knew this was one of the things your father always called you out about, just making the whole "cursed" thing more convincing.
But to Simon? No... this wasn't a curse. It wasn't before, and certainly wasn't now at all, so he asked gently,
"How long have you been like this?"
You swallowed, feeling a bit nervous at the sudden attention to something you always hated about yourself, even when it was actually a gift everyone wished they had.
"Since I was born..."
That was the final straw for Simon. It all clicked into one thing, and one thing only.
He stared at you for a moment, not knowing what kind of favor he had done to stumble across an omega like you.
So he did something very gentle, something he hadn't done to anyone else in his life.
He leaned down, closing the distance between you two, and gave you a comforting kiss on your forehead.
You closed your eyes and just took it in, the sensation vibrating between you two, just making you feel like a puddle in his hands.
He broke the kiss and looked at you, giving you a small yet comforting smile.
"Let's go back, hm? We're done for today."
Back at the cave, the fire crackled throughout the place. Everyone was asleep, safe and sound.
Simon watched you as you slept, your chest moving gently with each breath you took, looking as peaceful as ever.
He now knew what you were.
Simon couldn't have been older than eight when he asked his mother why some wolves were said to be blessed by the Moon.
"Long before the packs we know today," his mother had said, brushing a hand through his hair, "the Moon blessed a handful of omegas with warm blood."
Young Simon had frowned, "Warm blood? Aren't we all warm?"
She smiled softly.
"Not like them. Their warmth wasn't only their own—it belonged to everyone around them. Wherever they went, winter seemed gentler. The sick recovered. Pups slept peacefully. Even the fiercest wolves found calm in their presence."
"Were they powerful?"
"Not in the way Alphas are," she replied. "They couldn't win wars with or teeth. They won them by keeping their packs alive."
Simon had been quiet for a moment before asking, "Then why don't we have them anymore?"
Her smile faded, "Because wolves are still wolves."
"What does that mean?"
"When the packs learned how precious they were, they stopped seeing them as people. They became prizes. Kings fought over them. Alphas stole them. Entire packs burned for the chance to claim one."
She looked toward the fire, her voice barely above a whisper, "To protect them, some hid them. Others say the Moon simply stopped blessing wolves with warm blood. No one truly knows."
Simon frowned, "How would someone know if they found one?"
His mother looked back at him, "You'd know."
"How?"
She tapped the center of his chest,"Your wolf would know before your mind ever could."
He laughed, "That doesn't answer my question."
She chuckled softly, "Their blood carries the scent of life itself. Any wolf who catches it feels it—not as hunger, but as something older. A need to protect. To shield. To keep that warmth alive."
She kissed his forehead, "Pray you never find one, Simon."
He blinked up at her, "Why?"
"Because the day you do...the whole world will want what you've found."
So that's what you were... a warm-blooded omega.
Blessed by the Moon itself, yet you had to grow up in a place that cursed you for being such a priceless being in this world.
Simon patted your hair gently, and that made you snuggle your face into his palm.
He smiled gently at the gesture, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheek.
"You're worth every drop of my blood, Y/N..."
And that's when Simon knew.
He'd never, ever let go of you.
Even if it cost him his life.