Alpha Princess In An Omega Skin

Andromeda folded the letter carefully, placing it on the wooden desk in her chamber. Her heart ached, but she had made up her mind. There was no turning back.

"Dear Father, if you are reading this, by now I'm already gone. But not forever-just for the meantime. I've seen how stressed you are concerning what's happening in the pack, and I promise to go to the lowest part of the pack to stop the killing and discrimination. I didn't tell you this because you wouldn't allow me. Stay healthy, Father. Your daughter... Andromeda."

By now, she was far from the palace, deep in the lower territories of the pack. But no one recognized her. She had taken a potion before she left, the type of potion strong enough to strip away every sign of her identity. Her royal scent, her powerful aura, her Alpha presence all gone. She had become an omega. The lowest rank in the werewolf hierarchy.

In the werewolf world, the hierarchy typically consists of: The Alpha who is the leader of the pack, often the strongest and most dominant. Then the Beta who is the second-in-command, supporting the Alpha and taking charge in their absence.

There's the Delta, the third-in-command or a specialized role like a hunter or warrior. Then the Gamma who are below Deltas and Betas, often serving as advisors or mediators. Then the Omega, the lowest-ranking member of the pack, the weakest and most submissive. Omegas were weak. Omegas were submissive. Omegas were treated like nothing. And now, she was one of them. But the potion did not take away her strength.

The Alpha blood still ran through her veins. Her power was still there, buried beneath the disguise. She could still fight, still command, still lead if she wanted to. But she couldn't risk it. If she revealed herself, everything would be ruined. Her father would come for her, and she would fail in her mission. She had left to fix the pack.

To stop the bloodshed. To end the cruelty against the omegas. She had to make her father proud. But now, standing in the middle of an unfamiliar street, she realized something. She had no idea where to go. Andromeda turned left, then right. The roads were dirtier here, the buildings older, weaker. She had never been to this part of the pack before. She had only heard about it. Seen glimpses from the palace towers.

Now, she was here. And she was lost. A voice rang out behind her, loud and commanding.

"Hey, you!" She froze. Slowly, she turned. A man stood before her, arms crossed over his broad chest. He had sharp features, dark eyes, and a stance that told her he was not someone to mess with. His scent gave him away... A delta.

Deltas weren't as powerful as Alphas or Betas, but they were still above omegas. They were warriors. Hunters, enforcers. Andromeda said nothing. The man stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "You shouldn't be here. This place isn't for omegas unless you have work to do." Her pulse quickened. She needed to blend in. She needed to act like an omega. She nodded quickly.

"I... I have work." The delta frowned. "What work?" Andromeda's throat went dry. She had just lied. She had no work. No job. Nothing. And now, she had no way to prove it. The delta's gaze darkened.

His voice was slow, testing her. "Is it the work where Calantha requires workers in The Upper Den?" The Upper Den. A place of power. A place where omegas were only allowed if they were serving. Andromeda held her breath

She had no idea what she had just walked into. But then this man here mentioned the name Calantha. She knew that name well. Calantha was not just anyone, she was her friend. A gamma. An adviser. Someone who could help her. If there was anyone she could trust in this mission, it was Calantha. Gammas were known to be wise, often serving as mediators and strategists in the pack.

She might need Calantha's advice. She might need her support. They had grown up together, trained together, even schooled together. They had promised to always have each other's backs. And now, Calantha was at The Upper Den. That was a relief. A good sign. The delta in front of her gave a sharp nod.

"Go immediately." She nodded quickly and hurried off, making her way through the narrow, dimly lit streets until she reached The Upper Den. It was a large, elegant building... one that omegas like her, or at least the version of her she was pretending to be, had no business entering unless they were working.

Once inside, she moved quickly, careful to keep her head down. She needed to get to Calantha's room without drawing attention. If anyone suspected she didn't belong, things could go very wrong. She reached the door and knocked softly. The seconds stretched. Then, the door creaked open. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Thorold. What was he doing here? For a moment, her mind refused to process what she was seeing. Thorold... her supposed betrothed.

The man she was destined to marry since birth. He was standing in Calantha's doorway. The words left her lips in a whisper. "Thorold?" His brows furrowed. His eyes narrowed with something between irritation and suspicion.

"Who sent you, omega?" His voice was sharp, his tone dismissive. "And why are you speaking my name without respect?" Her stomach twisted. For a split second, she had forgotten. The potion. It had erased every trace of her identity. No one would recognize her. Not even the man who was meant to be her future husband. She swallowed hard.

Thorold is the son of Beta Caspian... her father's most trusted Beta. His family had always been close to hers. The two of them had been betrothed before they even took their first breaths. Their parents had sealed the promise before either of them understood what it meant. She wanted to believe this was nothing. That this was just a mistake. But then, a voice from inside the room called out.

"Thorold, who is that?" Andromeda knew that voice. It was Calantha's voice. Something inside her told her she shouldn't, but she didn't stop herself. She shoved past Thorold and stepped into the room. And then, everything stopped and her mouth dropped open. Calantha stood there completely naked. Thorold and Calantha were together in the same room while Calantha was naked?. Was Thorold cheating on her with Calantha?