All Chapters of Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Titles had always been something other people used on me.“Omega.”“Asset.”“Liability.”“Princess,” eventually—but that one had come wrapped in doubt, in whispered questions about whether I deserved it, whether I’d keep it, whether I was safe to have it.This time, they asked me what I wanted.***The council chamber was packed.Not with scribes and mid‑rank stewards, but with people who actually had the power to shape things beyond one hall.Mooncrest’s senior advisors.Nightveil’s envoy, Maris.Mara Vance from Bloodthorn.A smattering of minor Alphas whose territories had been most affected by the new laws.My brothers.And the twins.I sat at the long table, not tucked behind anyone, not hovering at the edge. My name—Aria Mooncrest—was inked on a card in front of my seat, just like Alden’s and Theron’s.Theron shuffled a small stack of proposals, very proper, as if this were any other agenda item.“Next point,” he said. “Formalizing the princess’s role.”I swallowed.Advisors bega

The first New Moon Festival started as an idea on parchment.It became real the day someone strung the first lantern across Mooncrest’s main square.From my window, I watched them—a trio of apprentices up on ladders, arguing about the best way to loop the line from one balcony to another. The lanterns were simple paper and wood, in shades of white and pale blue, each with a small rune‑etched stone nestled inside instead of a live flame.“Wards against setting the whole place on fire,” Theron had said. “Children are involved. We plan accordingly.”Nightveil had sent their own designs—lanterns shaped like tiny ravens and crescent moons, painted in dark green and silver. Bloodthorn’s contribution was plainer—sturdy, hexagonal frames repurposed from old storage racks, their rough edges sanded down, their insides lined with fresh paper.Lanterns from three packs.Strung together over the same streets.The festival was meant to mark the new treaties, yes.But mostly, it was to mark the peop

I never thought I’d be the one telling anyone how to stand.For years, every lesson my body learned was about making itself smaller—shoulders rounded, eyes down, hands still. Don’t attract attention. Don’t take up space you can’t pay for.Now, small wolves clustered in front of me, waiting to be told the opposite.***“Feet apart,” I said. “A little wider than your shoulders.”We stood in one of the smaller practice yards—less intimidating than the main field, with a softer surface of packed sand and grass. The morning air was cool, breath puffing faintly when the pups huffed too fast.A motley group faced me.A few full‑blooded Mooncrest boys with too‑long limbs and scuffed knees. Two Nightveil girls visit with their parents, standing straight as saplings. A couple of Bloodthorn pups from families who’d come to Mooncrest seeking distance from old habits. Two hybrids—one shy boy with mismatched eyes, one small girl with a streak of darker hair through her curls.All of them watched me

Time didn’t stop because I survived.It didn’t even slow down.It did, however, stop trying to kill me every other week.That was an improvement.***Months passed.Seasons shifted.Snow melted off the roofs; flowers pushed up through thawed soil. The city stopped flinching at every loud noise. The scouts on the walls moved with a watchfulness that didn’t have panic under it.I learned what my life looked like when it wasn’t entirely about staying alive.It looked like work.And, sometimes, naps.***“High Mediator,” Theron said one morning, sliding a stack of slim folders toward me across the small council table. “We have three disputes awaiting your decision. One about grazing rights. One involving a contract miswritten in favor of a merchant. And one…interesting case of an Alpha claiming his omega ‘volunteered’ a child for fostering when the paperwork suggests otherwise.”I scanned the fronts, my eyes lingering on the last one.“Start there,” I said.He nodded, unsurprised.We spen

By the time the next trade season rolled around, Mooncrest had a well‑earned reputation.Not just for its markets or its neutrality.For its princess.Which apparently meant visiting envoys thought they knew stories about me before they ever set foot in the hall.Some of those stories were…creative.***The envoy from the eastern coast arrived draped in silk and confidence.He had the kind of smile that knew it was charming and liked to practice in polished surfaces. His retinue trailed behind him like a bright tail—scribes, attendants, one very bored‑looking guard.We received him in the smaller audience chamber, not the full throne hall. This was a meeting about tariffs and river routes, not declarations of war.Not yet.I stood at Alden’s side, Kael and Rian a few steps off. My brothers scattered around the room in ways that looked casual and were anything but.We made it through the first round of pleasantries.The envoy’s eyes kept drifting back to me.I ignored it.Mostly.“…and