The Omega Princess Novels & Stories

Not believing she's losing her children because of a filthy Omega. "You're leaving because of some filthy Omega?! She's not worth it! She will never be anything in life. So why drag yourselves down with her? She's only good for breeding children and taking care of a house. No one would dare give an omega a job. She won't be able to provide for herself. Hers, Alpha, would have to do all the work. She's worthless!" Jones spat out.

Shelbrooke watched in wonder. "I have not much to say, people. But on this day after a full moon, the real owner of the pack shall return. With full force and glory and her seed shall complete the missing puzzle. Do with this prophecy what you want. But one thing stands, no matter how many ceremonies you hold for this worthless Prince, he will never become the Alpha. We have only one leader," she raised an index finger. "And it is an Omega." Murmurings arose and everywhere became tensed. Styx himself was dumbfounded but not as shocked as Charles who was devastated as he sat down under a full moon. In anger, he shifted almost immediately and howled in pain.

The only thing I could see clearly was a small corner of her dress. "That’s impossible,” Margot scoffed. “The princess has lived in their castle all this time, and Della was our slave before she left. And how could the king’s daughter be an omega?" Margot spat out Della’s name so disdainfully and with such sarcasm, yet just the mention of her name was enough to make my heart throb. Regardless of how she felt about Della, Margot was right. It was impossible for Della to be the princess. We all knew she was nothing more than an Omega who slaved away in the packhouse, waiting for my return.

That’s the worst part—it's like they want me to suffer for something that wasn't even my fault to begin with. I just turned eighteen for Christ sake! I wasn't the one that rejected him, he was the one that rejected me. Why?! Why!? Because I'm apparently, I'm not Luna material. Spoiler alert, I've been omega all my life. How can an omega from birth suddenly be Luna material? Define Luna material! “She’s not even that pretty.” Another girl says and I hear Elara's faint chuckle. “She’s… sweet, I guess," she says, "but the Alpha needs power. Not some soft-hearted little Omega.”

Just Irene, sitting in the dirt, coaxing flowers to bloom. One of the omegas laughs softly. “The roses like you, Luna. Look — they’re opening.” I blink in surprise. The buds that were closed moments ago now show faint streaks of pink, trembling as if shy. My heart swells. “Maybe they can feel happiness.” “Or maybe,” the omega says, his tone almost reverent, “they know the Goddess’s touch when it returns to the world.”

Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

Above him stood three dark shapes in the moonlight. Wolves. But not from his old pack. Their scent was strange. “Please,” Aeris croaked. “I don’t know you. I didn’t do anything.” “We know who you are,” the tallest one said. A woman with a silver braid knelt beside him. “The scentless one. The omega who shouldn’t exist.” “Then you know I’m not worth killing.” “That’s where you’re wrong,” she said, drawing a knife that gleamed in the moonlight. “Your death is worth everything.”

Ronan took the first bite without shame. Calliope watched them fondly. “You two worry too much.” Silas’s smile faltered. “We just… want this to work.” Her expression softened. “It will. But the right woman for an Alpha–Omega triad isn’t simple to find. She has to carry pieces of both your souls. She has to be strong enough for Ronan’s fire and tender enough for your emotional depth. rare combination.” Ronan looked away. The truth was heavy. “We’ve met dozens of candidates. None of them sparked anything.”

Angora smiled as she began circling him slowly, moving around him like a predator that isn’t yet ready to strike. “I have many forms,” she said. “Sometimes someone’s friend, someone’s wife, someone’s mother, someone’s mother-in-law, someone’s savior.” She completed the circle and came back to stand before him, reaching to touch his face. He stepped back again. “Those are all my false forms, son-in-law. This,” she spread her arms wide, “is my real one. The Cursed Omega of the Gravefang Pack.” Her tone rose. “The one who wants the Bloodstone and wants to destroy the Most Privileged Omega.”