The Omega Princess Novels & Stories

the female whimpered out a d the thirteenth prince’s reaction came in an instant. He could not help but pause in his actions and stare at his little female. She was right. It was very dangerous for people to know that she was born an omega as they are the rarest species of the were wolf race and it is believed that they have the ability to give birth to very strong and very dominant alphas. No doubt that she would be sold and may even be forcefully bred seeing as she was nothing but a commoner with no means of being able to afford adequate protection for herself.

I wasn't really used to this big parties because I opted to stay back in the house whenever I was invited and grandfather never minds but it irked Madam Isabel and it was always obvious it did. "Old man Ravenstone." I heard a much older voice and I saw the Alpha standing before us. "Quinn." Grandfather flashed him a bright smile and the Luna hugged Madam Isabel gently. "This is Judy. She is the one who would be getting married to Alexander." "Isn't she your Omega granddaughter?" Luna Quinn said looking at me with a raised brow and a very not plain eyes. I was used to the stares everyone gave me because I wasn't perfect. I was an Omega after all and a very weak one.

I asked. The mage smiled, nodding. "The chosen Omega has awakened, her wolf eager to challenge corrupt leaders." "How powerful is this Omega?" I inquired. The mage smirked. "She's as powerful as ten Alphas combined, with divine gifts to see visions and heal the sick." I was stunned. Such a powerful Omega existed, and I'd never heard of her? Emilia sighed deeply. "Can this Omega see gods and goddesses?" The mage nodded intently. "Give me your hand, Emilia."

But in this darkness, Madame Maggie emerged as a beacon of hope, lately she has been secretly nourishing me with meals free of wolfsbane, risking her own safety for my well-being. School was my only respite but now am done with it, yet even there, Myra, Alpha Lowell's daughter, ensured my misery. A troublemaker and bully, she took delight in tormenting me both in the classroom and within the pack house walls. And then there was Luna Desi, Alpha Lowell's mate, whose very gaze could petrify. She was a force not to be trifled with, ensuring that I remained in the shadow of the label 'worthless omega.' So the ball wasn't just only about finding a mate to me; it's about breaking free from the ch

But she was… It couldn’t be… “Is it possible that you’re…?” “An Omega?” the princess replied, smiling. “Yes.” My mind reeled. I recalled all of the terrible things Samantha had told me about Omegas. How was it possible that the Princess of the North was one of the poor unfortunate souls? I glanced around to ensure that no one was listening. Was I the only one who knew about this? If that was the case, I couldn’t allow anyone else to find out.

N wanted me to report to the Alpha first thing tomorrow, to gain approval for living on the lands as a lone omega. I curled up on the lumpy mattress, exhaustion weighing me down. But sleep eluded me, my thoughts churning with how I would convince the Alpha - Brad - to let me stay. I had to succeed, for my children's sake. Finally I drifted off into a fitful sleep. The next morning, I took a steadying breath. Time to put on a show. I chose my most professional yet alluring outfit - a fitted dress suit that highlighted my curves. A touch of makeup and heels completed the look. If I was going to play femme fatale, I had to sell it.

I forced myself to look into his eyes and asked my voice hollow And what are these terms? Arguing with him was a waste of time, it was better to accept this. This was my chance to enjoy luxury, I had suffered, abused and kick around by my step mother and step sister. Going back wasn't an option. Besides no one would know that the Alpha's mate was an Omega. If this was the way the moon goddess was going to answer my prayer then so be it. His voice was void of warmth and was so informal as if we were talking about some routine business deal and he leaned back in his chair again.

His grip wasn't that of belonging; it was a shackle. "I, Prince Cassian Valen," he shouted, his voice echoing off the white stone of the altar, "recognize the Moon Goddess’s choice. I see the bond that ties me to this... Omega." Omega... He called her omega. Was it because she was an omega? But she has a soul too. She feels pain as well. He spat the word 'Omega' like it was poison. A murmur rippled through the pack. Rosalie’s heart stuttered. No, why am I thinking so negatively?

Then he told me something I had never expected, something that felt beyond everything I knew. "Many years ago, maybe twenty years back, there was a prophecy in the old werewolf pack," he began. "It said that someone would be born with a power beyond anything else, a power gifted by the Moon Goddess herself." This person wouldn't be a werewolf, but if someone were to get close to them, specifically, to have intercourse with them, they would gain incredible power and wealth. Even that person’s fated mate would receive unbelievable strength and riches. Jack looked me in the eye and said that for all these years, the packs had believed this person would be a girl, which was why no one had paid m

Her eyes light up as if Christmas has come early, but all I could do is nod my head and try to keep my face as neutral as possible. For the next few hours, the Omega talked about “Master” nonstop and how lucky I was to be his date. Did she not know I was going as his puppet to kill the new Alpha King? She was definitely completely brainwashed by the Prince, which bothered me because she really was a sweet girl.