All Chapters of Omega Slave to Hybrid Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The shout tore through the dining hall like a blade drawn too fast from its sheath. “Hey—you. Omega. Get over here and clean up this mess! How dare you cause the Luna to spill her drink!” Alpha Alex’s voice thundered off the stone walls, rattling plates and goblets, sinking into bone and marrow. It didn’t just echo—it struck, vibrating through Rebel as if her body were nothing more than an instrument built to receive his rage. For a single, fragile heartbeat, she could not move. She knelt on the cold stone floor, hands submerged in soapy water, scrubbing where someone else had spilled earlier. The stones were rough, unforgiving, gnawing at her skin until her fingers were raw and burning. When she lifted her head, she did so only a fraction—just enough to see the Alpha’s boots advancing toward her. Heavy. Polished. Immaculate. Each step closed the distance and reinforced the truth she lived with every day. She was nothing here. An Omega. Property. A reminder of what happened wh

Amber’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles ached, white and trembling in the dim glow of the dashboard. The wind screamed outside her car as if trying to warn her, and for the first time since the pregnancy test, fear seeped into her triumph. Dakota’s curse—the Warlock’s promise—had invaded her child’s life before it had even drawn its first breath. Her wolf… her child’s connection to their power… could be stolen from them. The thought sent a shiver crawling up her spine, straight into the pit of her stomach.I can’t let that happen, she thought, jaw tight. I won’t. No one will take what is mine. Not Trevor. Not Dakota. Not anyone.Her pulse pounded in her ears as she drove to the cabin again, desperate to confront the Warlock before he could act. She needed answers, needed leverage, needed to understand the dark magic that now loomed over her unborn child. Every step, every breath felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of snapping jaws.The cabin rose from the

Six Months Later…Amber’s body ached under the weight of her pregnancy. Every step felt like walking on jagged glass, her belly stretched and taut, her limbs heavy. The pack whispered with anticipation—this child was supposed to be the Alpha’s heir, the long-awaited male who would secure the future. The entire pack held its breath, and even Amber’s heart raced with the pressure of their expectations.At the hospital, the doctor’s hands moved carefully over her swollen belly, the ultrasound machine humming quietly. “Wow, Luna… the baby is large. Already measuring seven pounds,” the doctor remarked, her voice professional but carrying a faint undertone of awe. “Are you sure you still want to wait to find out the gender?”Amber’s hand tightened over her dress. “Alpha decided to wait,” she said softly, forcing a steady smile, though her pulse raced with hope and anxiety. “But… we’re all hoping for a boy. Our firstborn… the heir.”The doctor nodded and continued scanning, her brow furrowin

Amber could still feel the Alpha’s rage echoing in her bones. The memory replayed again and again—Trevor’s snarl, the way his lip curled as if she were filth, the cold blue eyes that once softened when they looked at her now burning with betrayal and hate. He banished me. Rejected me. Threatened to have me ripped apart… torn to pieces like a traitor. Her arms tightened around the small bundle in her lap as the car sped down the forest road. The baby stirred, soft mewling breaths brushing against her skin. Amber’s jaw clenched. "If I hadn’t had this child… if she hadn’t existed… none of this would have happened. Trevor would still love me. I would still be Luna." She thought. The resentment burned hot and wild. She looked down at the infant—Rebel—and for a fleeting, poisonous moment, Amber genuinely considered opening the car door and leaving the child in the woods for the rogues. It would be easier. Cleaner. No one would ever know. But the Moon Goddess would. And Am