Novel & Cerita Claiming Slave Omega As My Luna

The Omegas were done adoring me already and the gamma assigned to take me has arrived at the door post, with a few pack warriors, who are duty bound to escort me to the people's palace. I watch as Gwen stops her words of praise, she's not in any way allowed to step out of the chambers of the Luna. She is meant to remain there all her life and serve as nothing but Luna's praise singer. But I promise her one thing, I will change the cause, when I finally become the Luna of Winterhaven pack. "Shall we, my lady?" Said the gamma and I nodded back in response. The gamma led the way, while I, the Omegas and the pack warriors followed suits.

“I thought there were supposed to be no secrets between us?” “I was called by the elders earlier today.” I swear I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. And not in a good way. “What did they say?” “They have chosen someone to be my Luna. And it's stupid, because she is an Omega! They are choosing her just because her parents got promoted to beta's position. But being upgraded will not change their Omega blood.” He spat furiously. But my brain was only stuck on those words. They have chosen someone to be my Luna.

I doubt anyone would say no to Miranda if she ordered something like this against me. “Are you trying to play us? We were asked to pick up a new slave, not a Luna.” The one driving answered. “Slave? For who?” I swallowed. Before becoming Kael’s Luna, I had heard of Omegas being traded for favors or money. I asked Kael about it, and he assured me his pack had never joined these underground deals. “Alpha Draco.” The driver answered. My eyes widened as my stomach churned. Oh, Goddess, not him.

Carter tried to refuse, but he couldn't win a fight against an amnesiac Luna—not while I stared him down with red-rimmed eyes and a trembling lip. "Are you scared to void it because you’re worried you won’t want me afterward?" I challenged, my voice dripping with hurt. "You liar. You fraud." Carter’s resolve collapsed. "That’s not it at all. Fine. We’ll void it and start fresh. One new ceremony, done right." The wolves watching from the corridor whispered, labeling me a difficult, unreasonable Omega. I let them. Carter had to play the part of the devoted mate. "She’s my Luna," he told them, looking smug. "Of course I’ll accommodate her."

I shrugs, "I used to be a slave here. What do you think?" I didn't hear his response and when I looked at him he was just looking at me with sad eyes then he says, "I'm sorry..." I shook my head. "If I'm not a white wolf or I'm not powerful. Even in the Dark moon I'm also an omega and currently serve the Alpha. That means I'm still an omega or a slave." "But you're a Luna now." I shook my head again. "Honestly not," I clarified. "I have not yet accepted to be Luna of the Dark moon."

One of them said, "This is not fair. If you have to punish me, then punish me some more. You cannot remove me from my post like this. Because you guys did not make me Luna. My five mates made me Luna. You may have forgotten that I was the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack before I became Luna. The moon goddess gave me five princes as companions and they are the ones who made me Luna. Therefore only my mates have the right to remove me from my Luna position. Not you." Queen said sharply.

I scrubbed the marble floor of the packhouse on my hands and knees, my fingers raw and bleeding. The other wolves walked past me without a glance, some deliberately stepping on the section I had just cleaned. I bit my lip and started over. This was my life. Aria Moonstone, Luna of the Silver Crest Pack, was reduced to a servant in her own home. “You missed a spot, Omega.” I looked up to see Beta Marcus sneering down at me. He kicked over the bucket of dirty water, sending it splashing across the floor and soaking my thin dress.

Instead, she closed the door, and I was left standing alone in the chilling night. "I'll be back," I declared, holding the door before she could shut it completely. She shot me a wary glance, an unspoken question in her eyes. A smirk played on my lips. "I'll be back, Lyra. This isn't over." As I walked away, the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead, a twisted satisfaction filled me. Lyra, the wretched Omega, bowed before me, a clear acknowledgment of her place in the hierarchy. Being with me wasn't just a choice; it was a privilege for someone like her.

Something in me went very still. The way a room feels after someone slams the door and the echo finally dies. It made me feel numb and cold all over. The pack members began to gather. Their curses rose into a restless murmur. Never will a slave omega be their Luna. I did not want to be anyone’s Luna. I just wanted to leave. “Alpha y-you can’t.” An elder pleaded. “The moon goddess is never mistaken.” “Enough,” the Alpha growled. “Never will I bed a pathetic, little omega, or make her my Queen.”

What it actually meant to be an omega to the people of the pack I grew up with. "An omega can only dream of becoming a Luna. She will never be one even if she desires to. After all, she's only here to serve the Alpha King in bed. A weak and powerless omega like her... Nothing good will come out of them except their skills in bed and being a bloody sacrifice in the battlefield. That's her and the rest of her race's only use." "Truly, a person who was born as a slave will also die as a slave."