Todos os capítulos de The Omega Princess: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Liniluna stepped out of confinement at dawn.The door behind her closed with a soft click, sealing away seven days of heat, silence, and solitude. Her body still felt tender, worn thin in places that had learned to expect another presence—and then learned to survive without it.The corridor smelled of food.Rich, warm, unmistakably familiar.She paused at the threshold of the dining room.The long table was filled with her favorites. Steamed grain rolls brushed with honey. Slow-cooked root stew seasoned exactly the way she liked it. Crisp flatbread folded around spiced greens. Her mother’s doing. Every dish spoke of care, of quiet apology, of love that didn’t know how else to express itself.But the table was also filled with people.Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. Pack elders by blood if not by title.And at the head of the table sat her father.Rethan Vale did not look surprised to see her.He looked displeased.Conversation slowed as she entered. Then stopped.“So,” one of her aunts said a

The next few days were normal, if one could call her life that. Then one day...Liniluna knew before she reached the dining room.Cedar. Iron. Command.Her steps slowed, spine straightening on instinct—not shrinking, never shrinking.The table was set as if for a celebration. Extra plates. Her mother stood too close to the hearth, hands clasped tight. Her father sat at the head, rigid with expectation.And beside him....Huda Rael.He stood the moment he saw her, tall and unmistakably alpha, presence filling the room like pressure.“Luna,” he said.The name slid over her skin like grit.Her jaw tightened. Just once. Enough.“Do not call me that,” she said calmly.A flicker crossed his face—annoyance, not apology. “You always hated it.”“Yes.”“And yet,” he replied coolly, “it was mine to use.”Not anymore.She moved to her chair and sat without being invited. The scrape of wood against stone was loud in the quiet room.Her father nodded once. “We thought it best you speak face to face

The verdict was delivered three days later.Liniluna stood in the same hall, hands clasped loosely behind her back, eyes forward. The elders were seated again, expressions arranged into something that resembled balance.The clan leader spoke first.“After consideration,” he said, “the council has reached a conditional ruling.”Liniluna inclined her head once, she knew what was going to be said. She got a letter already.“You may continue to assist at the healer’s hut,” he said. “In an unofficial capacity, as a helper.”A pause.“You will not be recognized as a worker,” another elder added. “You will receive no wages.”Liniluna remained still.“No herbs may be taken for personal use,” a third continued. “Any materials you handle remain pack property.”She nodded once, acknowledging the words.The clan leader folded his hands. “Furthermore, should you wish to continue beyond the month’s end, you are expected

Kael Thorne requested to see her the following afternoon.Not formally. No summons. A simple message delivered through the healer’s hut, phrased carefully enough to be optional.Liniluna went anyway.He received her in a small council antechamber rather than the main hall. No elevation. No audience. Just a low table, two chairs, and a window that let in honest light.“Sit,” Kael said.She did.For a moment, he studied her without speaking. Not as an elder inspecting an omega, but as someone assessing balance.“You unsettled them,” he said at last.Liniluna inclined her head slightly. “That was not my intent.”“I know,” Kael replied. “That’s why it worked.”A corner of her mouth curved. Barely.“They expected anger,” he continued. “Or submission. You offered neither. You offered structure.”“I offered truth,” she said.“Yes,” Kael agreed. “In the most inconvenient form.”He folded his ha

The date was decided without ceremony.Liniluna was informed of it the way one might be informed of weather — relevant, but not determining.“Tomorrow evening,” Selvara said from the doorway. “The east garden near the border paths. Clara ensured it would be quiet.”Liniluna marked her place in the ledger before closing it.“Good,” she said.Her mother lingered, studying her.“You don’t seem troubled.”“I’m not.”“Nor eager.”Liniluna looked up then.“It is a meeting,” she said. “Nothing more.”Selvara nodded slowly, absorbing that distinction.The house carried a watchful stillness the next afternoon.Not excitement.Assessment.Selvara entered Liniluna’s room carrying a folded garment — deep slate, structured, unadorned.“I thought you would like this,” she said.Liniluna took the fabric between her fingers, feeling its weight.Practical. Durable. Movement a