Novel & Cerita The Rogue Prince Is Secretly An Omega Chapter 33

And their king was the deadliest of them all. One of the elders, old Mara, spoke up in a cracked voice. “The girl’s mother was a Silver Omega. Blood like that… the King might claim her himself.” Claim her. The words landed like stones in Elara’s gut. Mira snarled. “Or he’ll reject her the moment he smells weakness. Everyone knows Draven has no intention of taking a mate. He thinks bonds make you vulnerable.” Garrick sighed. “That may be. But even a rejected Omega from our pack would satisfy the tribute demand. The debt would be forgiven. We would survive.”

"What do you mean by wrong information?" Ryder’s eyes darkened. “You told me she was just a slave to the Rogue King, a powerless Omega. But when she was taken, Brian went into a blind rage, summoning the elders that are hardly concerned with the affairs of the pack and even risked his own life to search for her. That’s not what you do for a slave.” "Is the Rogue King in love with an Omega?” one of the figures whispered. "Or maybe he’s known all along that she’s special,” another offered.

Chapter 46 Third POV Beta Rogue took those his two legs in slowly steps to be able to get closer to the room area of the omegas that were in the Blood Moon Pack there about right now. Even so, of course, Beta Rogue himself had also taken a few the times to be able to ask one of the other omegas who was working in the kitchen, about the location of Sophia's room and also about Ruth's whereabouts right now.

My body violently craved him, the physical ache settling low and deep in my stomach, making the hot flash spike into pure, blinding torture. But Jace was chained to a wall. I was completely alone. And my scent was leaking out from under the door. Panic, cold and sharp, managed to pierce through the drug induced fever. I couldn't stay here. The royal wing was heavily patrolled by Imperial Guards, all of them Alphas. Once the scent of wild honey hit the corridor, they would tear the door off its iron hinges. They wouldn't care that I was the Second Prince. They wouldn't care about treason. A feral Alpha in the presence of a completely unguarded, burning Omega had no rational thought.

His eyes widened, his pupils dilating until they were pools of ink. "The scent..." the rogue whispered, his voice trembling. "It’s not Omega. It’s... it’s the mountain air. The frost. The King of the North." "What the f**k are you talking about?" Samuel snapped. The rogue fell to his knees, his chains rattling with a frantic, metallic rhythm. "The Lost Prince. The prophecy of the Shattered Moon. He’s returned. The one who heals the land without a shift!" Adrian’s jaw shifted. He stepped between Samuel and the kneeling man, his broad chest a physical wall of muscle. "He’s a Sun-Omega. My mate. Speak that 'Prince' sh*t again and I’ll rip your tongue out."

I continued, as if I didn't want to open the wound, but “had no choice.” “No one respects the hierarchy anymore.” I sniffed, running the back of my hand over my eyes, moistening them like an experienced actress. “They think they're all the same... they think they can challenge their positions, behave like nobles... And no one does anything. Not even the Supreme Alpha.” Zamora's eyes widened slightly. If there was one thing he couldn't tolerate, it was the breaking of the natural order. Then I delivered the final blow. “There's... one servant in particular,” I whispered. ''An omega. Her name is... Alesha.”

“He chose me, so you can go back home now.” The girl analysed the mark for a while, innocent eyes turning into angry ones. “It won’t stay forever, your neck will soon be bare...because the alpha king won’t keep a rogue as his whore for long.” Surprised slithered like a snake through Celia’s eyes, her bottom lip dropping as low as the floor. “What did you just say?” Celia took a step towards her. “A whore? Being a whore is better than being an omega who can’t defend themselves. I don’t shake like a f*cking leaf in his presence and I’m not weak either. I bet if he came up now your neck would be craned like f*cking turkey. I wasn’t going to go to this extent since I thought you were nice, stupi

It was because of his dangerous persona that made the environment heated. While the air grew thickly tense, came the hunchback forward holding his head. He had pressed the end of his dirty serape on the cut while his eager eyes brightened and widened when his mouth began, "My alpha king, Princess Lisa shared her story with the rogue she found in the Brave blood pack's woods and is now seeking training from him. I'm afraid she is learning very quickly, and from what I have heard, the rogue is very soon going to take her to some shrine and break her wolf free. He has also promised her your throne back."

Author's POV The female beta approached Xander and immediately introduced herself. "I, Ralia, you must be Xander, the dangerous rogue prince, right?" Xander took a few steps back in anticipation. "Don't be afraid..." "I'm not afraid of you, I'm just wary," Xander replied quickly. "Who are you looking for in the forest of the alphas? Do you want to steal the Alpha's treasure?" Xander chuckled, "The alpha's treasure? Do I look so poor that I would steal from those poor alphas?"

Chapter 33 — Attacked Third Person The lead rogue circled Rhea with predatory confidence. His pack flanked him—six wolves total, all grinning like they'd already won. "Look at her," one sneered. "Standing there like she can actually do something." "I call first," another said, stepping forward. "I want to be the one to mark her. Send the video to the prince. Show him what happens to mates who wander off alone." Rhea's expression didn't change. Calm. Flat. Almost bored.