The Omega Princess Novels & Stories

She hissed and I could feel the atmosphere turning. “We need to hear from the omega, Bernard.” Princess Helena spoke up, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The omega was dragged up the stairs and I could see in her eyes that this wasn’t going to go my way. She kept looking at Irina and I wondered what happened in the short time we were apart. What could Irina have done? She was right there with me the entire time. “Please tell us what happened this morning.” Princess Helena took the lead. “I … Please, don’t make me do this.” The omegas eyes filled with tears as they shot from one royal to the next.

I nodded my head, a smile tugging at my mouth, but her sad expression didn’t change. "But I’m just an Omega, and you’re an Alpha, so why would you choose me? But can I make my case?" she said the last six words too quickly as if she didn’t want me to speak. "Okay," I replied, even though she didn’t need to because she was the one I wanted. "I might be an Omega. But I’m a princess too. Not in this realm, but in the other world. So I could still be on par with you. So even if nobody knows I’m a princess, you know I am. That’s what counts, right?"

The ways she got on my nerves, and I let her, merely enjoying the chase and also confused at the sudden pain in my chest. It's almost unbelievable to look back and compare, to think of this omega desperately lashing out and know that the Princess in front of me is the same person. She made it easier to believe, though, when the omega sunk into the couch, hands crossed like a petulant child. It's only different from the way she was standing in front of me, by the mulish pout on her face.

“I'm still trying to figure out what's so special about you.” My brows inched up. “And that is the reason you called me here?” “I suggest you start addressing the Princess properly, Omega,” one of the handmaids snarled. “Omega?” I huffed out a laugh. “Are all wolves in Farindoria so ridiculously fixated on hierarchy?” Growling, one of the handmaidens lurched at me. She raised her hand, her teeth bared. “Watch your tongue, you filthy—”

"Have her bathed and prepared. I want to see what we have acquired." The servants who led me away whispered among themselves, thinking I could not hear. They spoke of the three princes and their appetites. Prince Darius, the middle son, who could break a man in half with his bare hands. Prince Rhett, the youngest, whose green eyes missed nothing and whose tongue was sharper than any sword. I would have to face them all. Seduce them. Make them trust me. Then I would destroy them. The omega quarters were better than I had expected. Clean beds, warm blankets, and windows that actually let in sunlight. The other omegas watched me with curious eyes as I was led to a private room.

“Say it again.” My lips part, but nothing comes out. Shame tangles with raw need, choking me. Just hours ago, Rylan sneered fatty like I was nothing. Now—two strangers want me trembling, want me begging. The word burns my tongue, filthier and sweeter than anything I have ever admitted. I whisper, “Yes, Daddies, Your Omega wants you to ruin her tonight.“

Chapter One The Omega Maid Being an omega was the worst that could happen to a wolf, so I thought, until I realized that being an adopted omega was a death sentence. "Iris!" My adoptive mother yelled. "Get the hell out of your room and take these linens to the maids' quarters! And hurry, they need them before the mating ceremony!" Six years ago I lost my parents to a car accident. The pack took pity on me despite being an omega and I was adopted by the Mitchell family. In my fifth year of staying with them, I was asked to serve as a maid to the Royal family. Today marked exactly one year.

The advisor was stunned by the prince's reaction, his gaze shifting to Kara, who stood defiantly, seemingly unfazed by the sudden escalation. Alruna, kneeling, whispered anxiously, "Kara," her voice filled with fear. She was terrified that the prince's anger would endanger her family. The prince's gaze softened as he looked down at Kara, her small form radiating an unexpected strength. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "Miss, you're mistaken. I don't have any omegas under my care." Then, he said something even more surprising. "You're going to be the king one day. There are many omegas in the palace. They are all bullies. And they will bully me."

★★★ ★★★ At the palace, Princess Lisa Ortega stood before her father’s desk, her silk skirts whispering against the polished marble. “Father, this matter with Haspan Cosmoses cannot be brushed aside,” she said, her voice sharper than usual. “The missing girls may be Omegas, but they are still daughters of this realm. Haspan is not to be trusted.” Ortiz Ortega leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lazily against the armrest. “You worry too much, my beloved Lisa. These disappearances are far from our walls. And you are no longer an Omega—why trouble yourself with such things?”

But no matter what he did, Loid was always one step ahead of Sebastian. Now that Sebastian had found out that the low life, worthless and powerless woman that was abducted from the Ice Crest pack and brought into the pack just to clean the alpha's mansion, was actually the long lost princess of the werewolf kingdom. Never in a million years could he have thought that the Omega he laughed at whenever his brother was running after her, was actually the only heiress to the Knightwood bloodline. All that he could do now was bang his head against the wall.