The Omega's Crown

Name: The Omega's Crown
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Ositas Wright

Werewolf | Ongoing

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As if the cruel rejection by her supposed mate – Damien, wasn't enough, Damien's girlfriend came for Elodie outside the packhouse. "Did you really think you could steal Damian just because of a stupid bond? Goddess, you Omegas are always dreaming." Elodie was disgraced and treated like a common criminal. Still the gods had their ways that often seemed like a mockery to us. Raphael – Damien's elder brother just returned home from exile, only to find Elodie as his second chance mate. Sadly, Elodie vanished without a trace. But duty has a way of dragging you back, especially when the weight of a title like Alpha hovers over your head. Damien, his younger brother, has filled the space he left behind; strong, steady, and favored. Now, his brother is back to take it from him. Would he gladly give that away, without a fight? And then there's Floria, always watching, always wanting more than what she's been given.

R18+ Fantasy Betrayal Doctor Alpha Arrogant/Dominant Romance Werewolf

Chapter 6 Where Is Raphael

The day before yesterday 07:15

Chapter 1 The Rejection

Elodie Beaumont wiped her hands on her dress and straightened the stack of towels by the hallway table. Her heart wouldn't stop thudding against her ribs. She had cleaned every inch of the packhouse like her life depended on it.

Not because anyone asked her to. No one ever asked anything of her, really. She was an Omega. People only noticed when there was something to criticize.

But today wasn't about being noticed for her chores.

Today, Damian Fontaine was coming back from a week-long trip. And Elodie... she was ready to speak to him. About them.

It sounded foolish even in her head. Damian was the Beta-strong, respected, born into power. Second son of Alpha Lucien Fontaine.

And she? She was barely more than a shadow in the packhouse. Yet, the Moon Goddess had decided.

She had felt it the moment their eyes locked last week-the warmth in her chest, the pull in her spirit. That was the mate bond. It had to be.

She had stayed up every night replaying the moment, the sensation, the breathlessness. Her body still ached from scrubbing the house all morning, but none of it mattered. This was her only chance to talk to him.

To show him she was more than just her rank.

The front door creaked open.

She didn't have to look twice.

Damien.

Elodie froze where she stood in the hallway. He looked tired, still in his travel clothes, his black coat dusted with snow. His presence was the kind that filled a room whether he wanted to or not. He didn't speak immediately. His eyes landed on her.

That pull again. Sharp, electric.

He felt it too. She knew he did.

She took a cautious step forward, swallowing down her nerves. "You're back."

He blinked, then nodded stiffly. "I am."

There was silence between them, thick and heavy. She wasn't sure what to say now that he was in front of her. This wasn't how she had imagined it.

"I-I've been meaning to talk to you," she said, her voice small. "I felt it. The bond."

His jaw tightened.

"I know you felt it too," she added, more softly now. "That day. Near the training ground."

Damien didn't deny it. But the way he looked at her-cold, unreadable, made her stomach twist.

"Elodie," he said slowly, like he was picking his words carefully. "You need to understand that... even if it's true, it can't happen."

Her throat went dry. "Why not?"

"Because you're an Omega."

The words hit her harder than she expected. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

"I have responsibilities," he continued, eyes darting away from hers. "My father is Alpha. My brother's mate isn't confirmed yet. If anything happens to Raphael, I'm next. I can't afford a scandal, let alone a mate who-"

"Who what?" she cut in, voice trembling. "Who doesn't have a title? Who cleans floors and lives in the servant quarters?"

He didn't answer.

He didn't need to.

"I didn't ask to be born Omega," she said, barely above a whisper. "I didn't ask for this bond either. But the Moon Goddess still gave it. Doesn't that mean something?"

"Elodie," he said again, more harshly now, "this is not about the Moon Goddess. It's about what's right. And this? Us? It's not right."

She felt the sting in her chest like a knife. But even through the ache, she stood her ground. "You don't get to decide that alone."

Damien stepped back, shaking his head. "This conversation is over."

She wanted to scream. To beg. But her pride wouldn't let her.

Instead, she swallowed hard and looked at him, really looked. "I thought maybe you'd see past what I am. Just for a moment."

He didn't look away. But his silence was answer enough.

The door behind them opened again.

"I should've known," came a voice sharp with amusement. "The scent of desperation is hard to miss."

Floria Delacroix.

Elodie turned slowly to face her. Tall, graceful, and radiating confidence, Floria walked into the room like she owned it. She looked at Elodie and then at Damian, and smirked.

"This is embarrassing," Floria said, crossing her arms. "An Omega throwing herself at a Beta. Do you even hear yourself?"

Elodie flinched but didn't reply.

Damien stood frozen beside her, saying nothing.

"I suppose you think this little bond of yours changes anything?" Floria stepped closer, her voice like ice. "Damian is destined for someone of worth. Someone who can actually stand beside him in public. Not hide behind a mop."

"I never said I wanted to be his decoration," Elodie murmured.

Floria chuckled. "Of course not. You just want to wear his name and bask in his protection."

"Floria, that's enough," Damien finally said, but the words came too late.

Elodie had already heard what she needed to hear. Not just from Floria but from him. He didn't push Floria away.

He didn't deny her claims. He let her speak like that, as if Elodie was nothing.

She turned back to Damian, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "You don't have to accept me as your mate. But don't stand there and act like I'm the one disgracing you."

"Elodie-"

"No," she said, stepping away. "You've made your choice. I just needed to hear it for myself."

She walked past them, her hands clenched by her side. Her vision blurred as she stepped out into the cold evening air.

The sky was beginning to darken, and the first flakes of snow drifted down.

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to steady her breathing. Her body ached. Her heart ached more. But she wouldn't cry here, not in front of them.

Not again.

Just as she was about to descend the steps, voices rose from the front courtyard.

"Well, look who finally came out," someone sneered.

Elodie turned slowly.

Ophelia, with her usual smug grin, stood surrounded by a few other pack members. They all stared at Elodie like she was a joke come to life.

"You really thought he'd pick you?" Ophelia laughed. "Poor thing. Scrubbing floors and dreaming of fairy tales."

Elodie didn't reply. She couldn't. Her throat burned too much.

Another girl giggled. "She probably practiced her speech in the mirror. Like he was ever going to choose an Omega."

Each word landed like a slap, but Elodie kept her face blank. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. She started to walk past them, eyes on the ground, steps hurried.

But inside her, everything was unraveling.

She had hoped, truly hoped that maybe fate meant something. That the bond would matter more than rank. More than appearances. That just once, someone would see her worth beyond her title.

She was wrong.

She didn't know where she was going. Her legs moved on their own, away from the house, away from the laughter, away from the ache threatening to shatter her completely.

But just when she thought she had escaped the worst of it...

Something crueler waited just outside the packhouse.