The Omega Princess Novels & Stories

“We can use her to get information about John. Things we can use to blackmail him until he pays us back.” Alex frowned. “It won’t work.” “Why not?” “She was scared shitless last night when she got here. Daisy has no control over her fear which gives her away. She needs to learn better control of her emotions.” “She’s an omega,” I muttered. “I’ve met omega’s with better control of their emotions than her.” Movement from the corner of my eyes made me turn my head. There she stood, the omega that was currently the topic of our conversation. Behind her stood Elias, looking as pissed off as she did.

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

she says almost pleading as she kneels down and holds my hands. “What do you mean? Look here, lady, I don't even know who you are. You keep calling me Hera but my name is Carla and I am not a warrior, I am an Omega.” “Enough! Enough of belittling yourself! It seems that you really don't remember, so I will help you. But this is the last time I will be helping you.” she puts her two fingers on my forehead. “Farewell, 'till you find your way to me again!”

“If you are truly the Royal Princess… then how exactly are you still an omega?” Silence dropped like a wrecking ball.

“But grief fades. This never has.” “She's just heartbroken.” “She doesn't need to be harmful because of that.” My wolf protested immediately. That was also true. Before I could say anything, Rela walked up to me, and bent close, “The Alpha sent for you.” I lifted an eyebrow. “Now?” She nodded. I placed a hand on the seamstress’, “I apologise for this. I will pick out another dress when I next come. I need to go now.” She smiled warmly at me, “Alright, Luna.”

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

The two with the youngest faces among the others. “My name is Dante,” said the Omega in the donker blue dress. Her hands were skillfully exploring my body. It was like this kind of work had become her specialty. “What do I need to do to make you feel better, Your Highness the prince? We can move to a room if you like.”

I scoffed. The lady stepped closer to me. "Well, there are a lot of things that proves that you’re the rejected omega. You’re visibly shaking, and you’re almost in tears. If that is not enough, you’re a werewolf and so much smaller than the Lycans. You match the description the queen had said. I believe that you’re that omega. It was Olivia, right?" She asked the princess easily. I clamped my hands together at once as I gave a slightly breathy laugh. "What are you saying?" I mocked.

“And what do you mean by that?” “Your strength and ascendency blinds you, young Alpha. It makes you insouciant towards the things you do… towards your mistakes.” “That doesn’t answer my question, Old lady. Either you tell me why you said Isla was truly an Omega or you accept that she lied to me.” I took us back to focus. “I see that you don’t like to hedge, young Alpha.” She smiled again. “Well, the Princess didn’t lie to you. She was an Omega.”