Novel & Cerita The Omega Princess

The one I was sure only the Apex brothers ever stepped foot in. And that filthy little omega just strolled out like she belonged there? “Didn’t I tell you to put that girl in her place?” I hissed. “Didn’t you teach her a lesson already?” “I did,” Priscilla replied, sounding genuinely baffled. “But this omega isn’t like the others. She’s… not as feeble. She fights back.” I sneered. “I don’t care if she’s built from steel. Do something about it, Priscilla. I want her out.”

And yet there's one in our team, and she practically beamed at the sight of me—an Omega. What an odd girl. Well they're all odd. I turn to Ash, wondering if he'll reveal himself as a prince. Although, I wouldn't be surprised. He carries himself like one already. “We hit the jackpot!” Corrin exclaims. We all laugh. I can't exactly blame him, the difference between an alpha Prince and an alpha can be like night and day sometimes. I'm the exception to that rule of course. An Omega princess born to an Alpha king and Luna.

Tala felt like a heavy pressure just forced itself upon her, Lilith stood glaring at her but she didn't move. "It would have united our kingdoms..." "It, makes sense" Tala said. "Oh well it can't be helped then, I'll just have to kill you" "What!?" Lilith laughed "Joking, this is brilliant actually, I never thought the prince would fall for a pup" "I'm not a pup!" "You're an Omega" "But, wait, how did you know that?"

Just people living freely, untethered to the whims of kings or generals. “Oh! Look who’s finally among the living!” The loud, cheerful call snapped Arthur out of his daze. Arthur turned his head and blinked in sheer shock. Walking up the wooden steps of the porch was a tall, lean man with broad shoulders, carrying a basket of dried herbs on his arm. A small, chubby toddler was strapped securely to his back. The man’s scent was unmistakably that of a male Omega—soft, vibrant, and completely unburdened. He held his head high, his face glowing with healthy color, smiling broadly at Arthur without a single trace of submissiveness or shame. A huge contrast to how they're treated in Elarion (the w

I said, voice dropping to a near whisper, “you have a special power, something I’ve never seen in anyone, not even an alpha. And I believe Omegas aren’t fully cursed. They just need someone to bring out their full potential. ‎ ‎That’s often why the Moon Goddess grants them as mates to an alpha.” ‎ ‎She chuckled softly, a light, airy sound that made my heart constrict. “Yeah… you might be right.” ‎ ‎“I’m always right,” I said, my grin widening. “Princess,” I added after a pause, my voice softer, almost reverent. ‎ ‎“Can I call you that?” I asked. ‎ ‎She smiled, a small, teasing curl of her lips. “Well… yeah, why not?”

By dinner, half the Keep had decided what we were. This was Riven's later assessment, delivered in the south corridor over the strongbox. He had been counting whispers. He had a clerk's mind. He had told me, in twenty-eight words, that the kitchen had it that the omega had silver eyes, the steward had it that the King had touched her wrist like a claim, and the warriors had it that she could put a man on his back faster than two of them put together. "All three of those are true." "Yes, sir."

“Wolf?. Who gave you a wolf?” “Us wolf given by someone?”. I asked, wondering the level of daft she's. Daft enough to ask silly questions. “Oh…..I was just wondering because I thought you were an Omega”. . “That was the princess Elena”. Everyone sees me as an omega when I wasn't with the princess because how could one be twenty and not have a Wolf. I'm glad,my wolf chooses to surface at the right time. “Congratulations to you. You're not wolf less,I can hold a conversation with you. Have a seat”. I sighed heavily and sat on one of the gold plated chairs before her.

HUNTER’s POV I look at the girl with my arms folded across my chest. Elena, that is her name. Omegas like her are supposed to be frail and fleeting, but like her name which means ‘the light of the sun’, I see an unyielding fire burning behind her ocean blue eyes and because of this, I know that she is no ordinary omega. This girl is a fighter and no one on the face of the earth will be able to stand in her way until she sees justice served.

It was their choice to stay or not. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that my mate existed. What was worse was the he was an omega, the symbol of weakness in any pack. I was a strong alpha, there was no way I could have such a weak werewolf for a mate. "Why don't you just reject him," Carina, my Beta whispered in my ear. She was the only one who actually knew what was going on as I sent the other guards away. I felt that I could only trust Carina with a situation like this.

I took the very last seat, and the other two warriors stood on either side. I turned my attention to the other women in the room. Because of their clothes, I can determine that we were not all Omega, which indicates that some of us hold a higher rank. I overheard the woman sitting next to me murmuring, "Another Omega." I did not give any attention to the woman sitting next to me. After hearing what she had to say, I did not doubt that she was one of Beta's daughters. It makes no difference to me whether she is an Alpha or a Beta because we both wanted the same thing, which was to become Alpha's child-bearer.