First-Person POV 웹소설 & Omega Regret 스토리

She lost her wolf and sacrificed her future to save her Alpha. Believing his guilt would one day turn into love, Lyra endured three years in a marriage where she was given everything but his heart. Then his TRUE LOVE returned. Watching Caleb welcome Seraphina with a tenderness he had never shown her, Lyra finally understood that she had never been the woman he wanted. This time, she chose herself. She accepted an invitation to the Lycan War Academy, ready to reclaim the future she had lost. Caleb thought she needed him to survive. Soon, he'll discover just how wrong he was. And when the Alpha comes crawling back, will the shunned Luna still want him?

**"If you die, who will keep Camilla alive? How can you be so selfish?"** Those were my mother’s exact words after dragging my burned body back from the pack boundary. For twenty years, I was Riverfang’s secret—an omega locked away in the attic, drained of my blood every week just to keep their golden daughter alive. I thought I would die in that dark room. Then the Regent of the North walked in. Lord Cassian. The Lycan King’s ruthless brother, feared across the lands for tearing Alphas apart with his bare hands. My pack washed the soot off me, threw me into rags, and forced me to serve his tea. They thought I was too broken to speak. They thought a great lord wouldn't look twice at a scullery maid. They were wrong. The second my trembling hand set the cup down, Cassian froze. His eyes locked onto the needle scars covering my wrists, and his beast roared through the room: *"The direct bloodline of the Dark Moon Pack... and my fated Queen."* Riverfang sold me to him on the spot, laughing at the fool who traded gold for a dying servant. They didn't realize my blood was the only thing keeping their pack alive. Now, Riverfang’s lands are dying. Camilla’s stolen beauty is rotting away. And the Alpha who kicked me into the dirt is on his knees in the northern snow, begging for one drop of my blood to save his people. I stare down at them from the throne, my mate’s arm around my waist and a crown on my head. *You used me for twenty years. Now it's too late to beg.*