My Omega Queen Novels & Stories

Jessica explained. Bella heard some paper shuffling sounds and loud tapping on a computer keyboard on the other end of the call, it was like Jessica’s busy looking into something as she paused in interval during her explanations. “So what is it?” “Your mother is a royalty. Yes, an omega wolf royalty. Rare, but they do exist. She was accidentally caught up in an ambush raid the Bluemoon pack, your father had done years ago. That’s how she ended up being a slave.” Bella’s lips parted as she heard Jessica’s revelation.

“Not a Beta like Dad said?” Angora turned to him fully. “I am an Omega of the Gravefang Pack. The most powerful Omega clan to have ever existed, blessed directly by the Moon Goddess herself.” “My Queen.” Rowen’s voice carried a note of warning. “You don’t have to do this.” “Don’t worry.” She didn’t look at him. “Some secrets refuse to stay buried forever. Perhaps it’s finally time for mine to surface.” “That was never a secret.” Alpha Kael said tightly. “It was protection.”

The wolf-less Omega. The girl who somehow ended up as the fated mate of Crown Prince Kael Nightshade. I swallowed hard. My heart pounded so violently I was sure everyone could hear it. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The day everything changed. The day I stopped being the girl people pitied. The day I became his mate. A low murmur rippled through the crowd. I didn't have to listen closely to know what they were saying. I had heard it all before. "She doesn't even have a wolf." “The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake." "How can an Omega become Queen?" I lowered my eyes. The words hurt but today was different.

My heart is a flame behind my ribs, a furious inferno, and there is no wind in the world that can put it out. The two guards stationed at the dungeon door don’t dare speak. They move aside wordlessly, sensing the storm that is me. Their faces are pale, their eyes wide with apprehension. They know better than to question me right now. Inside, the chamber is dim. Cold. The air smells of damp stone and a metallic tang that’s just beginning to mix with fear. Iron bars, iron shackles. The Omega, the one who called herself Emma, sits on the floor, chained at the wrists, her lip bloodied, her cheek already swollen. She doesn’t raise her head when I enter.

The sound of male fighting with bare chests and females kicking and grunting reverberating in the scarlet field. “The women you are seeing now are werewolves too. Though, as if the Trinity Goddess have reserved them only as warriors, they couldn’t bear children to their male werewolves.” “Why?” I asked. “It’s a mystery even to the Alphas. Though contrary to werewolves in England, women here are treated nicely even if they're Omegas.” “What’s an Omega?” Melissa and I walked through the red grasses, its length quite tall. “From the Latin word which means the end, an Omega werewolf is the last and lowest ranking. In England, they still practice treating the less fortunate Omegas as slaves.”

He turned to the queen, "But, Mother, what use is this Omega to us? Besides being somewhat attractive, she doesn't seem particularly special." "No, she's far more useful than you imagine," the queen shook her head. "Wyatt has been living like a robot all these years. We've tried so many methods but couldn't find any flaws in him. Yet, this girl is worth him spending so much time on. She must be special to him."

stated the queen. "That isn't the problem, my queen," said Blake. "My son, his ex-mate just rejected him in the presence of thousands of wolf bloods," "Mm-hmm?" the queen still didn't look bothered. "The ex-mate isn't an Omega as we all believed, but she... she's an Olmpha," said Anita. "Olmpha?" the queen frowned upon hearing it, "How are you so sure? Has she transformed? Is she battling your son as we speak?"

He felt a deep sense of pride, and he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles in front of the King and the entire gathered assembly. "I do not need the approval of people who only value the surface of a person, because I have the approval of the goddess and the love of the woman who makes my wolf feel complete for the first time. We will show this kingdom that an omega queen can be the strongest leader of all because she knows what it means to care for the smallest and the weakest among us," George said. He looked at King Jake and Queen Giselle, who were both smiling and nodding their heads in support of the new couple.

“A very old one. From before your pack even existed.” Aria stared at him. “A prophecy about me?” “About your bloodline,” Damien corrected. “But yes. It leads to you.” He came closer, gaze intense but steady. “It says an Omega Queen will rise from a bloodline believed to be weak. Hidden. Suppressed. But capable of restoring balance—or destroying it.” Aria felt the world tilt. Omega Queen. Hidden power. Suppressed wolf. “That can’t be me,” Aria whispered. “My wolf is barely awake.”