Before kingdoms carved borders into the earth… before wolves took human form… before gods learned to speak prophecy… there was only the Loom.
A vast, cosmic mechanism suspended in the emptiness between realms. Its strands shimmered like molten starlight—some threads silver and soft like moonlit water, some black as forgotten voids, others blazing gold with the weight of destiny. These were the Life threads, the origin of every soul that would ever walk the earth.
At the center of the Loom sat Mirathiel, the Moon Goddess. Silent. Watching. Waiting. She shaped fates, but even she did not create them; the Loom wove on its own, ancient beyond divinity. Normally its pattern was stable—balanced, predictable. But on this night… the Loom trembled.
Threads snapped. Others fused. Some twisted into impossible shapes. It was the signal the gods had feared for millennia: a Convergence was beginning.
Three threads brighter than the rest pulsed like heartbeats—one gold, one obsidian, one silver-blue. Each carried a destiny heavy enough to break empires. But then a fourth thread appeared: unwritten, wild, radiant. A thread the Loom itself hesitated to touch. The moment it formed, the heavens split open with a sound that shook every divine court: "THE OMEGA ASCENSION HAS BEEN REBORN."
And far below, in the mortal world, a woman screamed as her child entered the world beneath a moon that suddenly refused to shine. The Loom's shudder echoed into every kingdom, mountain, and battlefield, as if the world itself was whispering: He is here.
The Celestial Hall blazed with argent fire as the gods convened, their forms shifting like smoke and storm. At the center stood the Moon Goddess Mirathiel, her silver robes dripping moonlight with every breath.
"The Convergence begins," she declared. "The Three Bonds are awakening."
Across the hall, the War God Kharos tightened his grip on his hell-forged spear. "Two Alphas and One Beta rising in one era will destroy the balance."
"They are not ordinary Alphas," Mirathiel corrected. "They are the pillars of the prophecy."
She summoned the three glowing threads into the air—one blazing gold, one obsidian-dark, one storm-blue. "Ronan. Kael. Lucien."
"And the fourth thread?" asked the God of Fate quietly. "The one the Loom birthed without our design?"
Mirathiel hesitated, then revealed it: a thread of luminous white-gold, swirling with impossible colors, shifting as if alive.
"This one is the key," she whispered. "The Omega born under the moon's refusal."
Gasps rippled through the divine court.
"No Omega in history carries a thread like that," barked the Goddess of Storms.
"I protected him," Mirathiel said. "For if he dies, the other three will collapse. If he lives… he will bind them. Temper them. Save them."
"And if he falls into the wrong hands?"
Mirathiel closed her eyes. "Then the world ends."
For the first time in eons, the gods were afraid.
Across the mortal world, the night Elias was born was anything but normal.
In the Northern Werewolf Kingdom, young prince Ronan Valerius woke screaming. His golden eyes glowed feral, Alpha aura bursting from him with enough force to crack marble. "The moon is gone," he whispered as a glowing thread-mark appeared on his chest.
In the Southern Wolf-Clan Territory, Lucien Ardin collapsed mid-training. A second thread burned itself into his skin as his eyes shifted to silver-white. "Someone… has arrived."
On the warfront of the Eastern Kingdoms, Warlord Kael Draven froze mid-battle, staring at a sky that had gone completely dark. Lightning crawled over his arms as a third thread seared itself into existence. His soldiers whispered that fate had chosen him for something greater.
Each man felt it—an impossible pull across the world. Their mate had been born.
Sera Han's screams echoed through the temple as lightning split the sky. The midwives had never seen a birth like this—the air heavy with pressure, the torches flickering blue, the moon hidden behind an impenetrable veil.
Sera could barely breathe. Her contractions came like shockwaves ripping through her body. "My baby… please… let him live…"
Then the world fell silent.
When Elias entered the world, the ground shuddered. A glowing sigil—like woven threads—briefly blazed across his newborn skin. He didn't cry. He simply looked at his mother with eyes no infant should have—soft gold, moonlit silver, shifting halos of color.
"…Elias," Sera whispered.
The moment she spoke his name, the moon ignited blood-red.
She barely had time to hold him before soldiers burst into the temple. "The Ascended Omega is born," the commander declared. "By order of the Regent, the child is to be seized."
"He belongs to me," Sera growled, clutching Elias.
The soldiers advanced.
The candles went out.
A woman's voice whispered from nowhere: "Run."
Moonlight blasted through the windows, forming a glowing path. Sera fled, arrows slicing the air behind her, soldiers shouting, steel ringing.
Her lungs burned. Her tears stung. But she did not stop.
If they took Elias… the gods themselves would weep.
And deep within the newborn, something ancient awakened.
A system of woven light unfolded before his vision.
[OMEGA ASCENSION SYSTEM INITIALIZED]
Rank: Undefined
Status: Divine Thread bearer
Bonds Detected: 3 (Dormant)
Warning: Target Marked for Elimination]
His chest glowed as Sera ran through the forest. The system whispered:
"Survive."
"Grow."
"Ascend."
Then—
"Your mates are awakening."
He saw the golden, obsidian, and storm-blue threads stretching toward him across the world. He reached out, tiny fingers brushing destiny.
The threads trembled.
Fire roared behind them as soldiers closed in — but Elias wasn't afraid.
". . . I'm not alone."
High above, the gods watched mother and child flee into the night.
"Will the boy survive?" the War God asked.
"He must," Mirathiel murmured. "For if he falls, the Bonds will fall with him. And together… they will tear the world apart."
"What of the mates?"
"Let them grow," she said softly. "Let them hunger. Let them search."
This was not yet a love story.
This was a story of war, prophecy, blood, betrayal, and ascension.
And at its center — a single Omega whose birth shook the heavens.
The gods watched Elias disappear into the darkness.
"The world doesn't know it yet," the War God whispered, "but a king has been born today."