Omega:Claimed by the Alpha

Hazel's POV“Get your stupid ass in there and go put on some makeup. The client should be here soon,” Miss Penelope snapped, yanking my arm.I froze, staring at her, my stomach twisting. I didn’t want to go in there. I didn’t want to smear colours on my face just so some random man could touch me. I didn’t want to be sold. I didn’t want this life. All I wanted was a home, somewhere in this pack I could finally belong. I wanted to find my father. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to make medicine, help people, not this.It's been months of scrubbing floors, carrying heavy boxes, obeying every command like a ghost. That was bad enough. But now… now she wanted me to sell my body. I could never do that.“Ma’am… please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I don’t want to do it.”Miss Penelope’s eyes narrowed sharply. “Is it about what you want?” she sneered. “You want me to lose money just because you want to keep some stupid virginity? I don’t fucking care about that, okay? Go in there and put

Hazel's POVI froze, standing there like my feet had been rooted to the ground. The question caught me off guard, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t even form a single word.“You’re going to ask for gold, right?” Miss Penelope’s whisper came from behind me.I didn’t turn. Of course she would say that. She was greedy and selfish.My heart pounded as I stood there, thinking. Everyone’s eyes were on me, waiting, watching, judging. They were probably wondering why I hadn’t spoken yet.“Is that a question?” a man behind the Alpha said sharply. “Speak up already. Looking at you, there are so many things you would want. So why are you keeping quiet? The Alpha is offering you something on a platter of gold. Anyone else would have answered before he even finished speaking.”I swallowed hard. His voice was deep, loud and intimidating. I'd seen him at the shed s couple of times.“I… I want…”“Speak up already!” he roared.The Alpha raised his hand slightly, silencing him.I lifted my gaze, forcin

Alaric’s POV “Come with me,” I said, already walking ahead. Hazel followed quickly, keeping pace without a word. We walked through the hallways, the sound of our footsteps echoing. She stayed just behind me, quiet. “Why were you late?” I asked, my eyes forward, my tone even. “Um… I was taking care of Aurella,” she said. Her voice was soft, hesitant. “She was insisting on coming to see you, but I thought you’d be asleep, so I didn’t let her yet.” I nodded slowly, processing her words. “Is she warming up to you?” I asked, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. “Yes… really fast, actually,” Hazel said. “She even let me feed her.” I stopped walking abruptly and turned to look at her. Hazel froze mid-step, watching me carefully. “She let you feed her?” I repeated, my voice low. Hazel nodded slowly. I studied her for a long moment. That was new. Aurella had always been picky and very particular. I had been just as picky when it came to her caregivers. Some were to

Hazel’s POV I didn’t breathe until the door to the Alpha’s room shut behind me. My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the silver tray. “You’re dismissed.” His voice still scraped against my skin like claws. I’d pushed him. Gods, I’d pushed the most ruthless Alpha on the continent. Cleric used to say Alaric killed omegas for looking at him wrong. And I’d stood in his bedroom, touched his blood, and told him Aurella would hate him. I should be dead. Instead, I was walking to the nursery, my heart pounding for a different reason. Because for three seconds, when I covered his fist with my hand, his eyes hadn’t looked like a monster’s. They’d looked… lost. “Don’t,” I’d whispered. “Not for me. You’ll scare Aurella if you lose control.” And he’d listened. The nursery was dark except for one small lamp. Aurella was curled under her bear-print blankets, but her eyes snapped open when I entered. Not scared. Expectant. “Did you see Papa?” she whispered, like it was ou

Hazel’s POV The maids didn’t curtsy to me before. Now three of them dropped into full bows when I walked into the kitchen, hands still shaking from Alaric’s office. “Luna,” the head cook whispered, eyes down. I almost dropped the empty water pitcher. “I’m not—” “Alaric claimed you,” a young omega said, voice awed. “In front of Lady Ella. The whole pack knows. He said you were his.” My blood turned to ice. Then fire. Then ice again. He said you were his. Not to me. Not to Aurella. To Ella. To Dominic. To the pack. I set the pitcher down before I shattered it. “Where’s Aurella?” “Sleeping. The Alpha posted guards.” The head cook glanced at the door. “You shouldn’t be alone, Luna. Not after…” Not after he claimed me. I didn’t wait to hear the rest. I bolted. Not to the nursery. Not to the gardens where I’d hid as a slave. To the only place Cleric wouldn’t expect me to go: the herb storeroom. It was dark, damp, and smelled like the cellar I’d grown up in with my mot