The Reborn Witch Princess

Lia's Point of View:

I could hear my breath like it wasn't mine. I took the stairs hastily, with my heart beating rapidly. My eyes glittered, but I refused to let the tears fall. I reached the room, and his bed servant opened the door. I entered.

There he was, covered by the bed curtains, with his subjects surrounding him-Morgan, my mate; my best friend, Cheryl; my nanny, Barry; and other trusted subjects of my father.

I slowly approached the bed, shaking. I opened the curtains of his bed-the same curtains that he loved so much because my mother had designed them before her death. The same room that held so many memories. It was the same room I was so scared to see my father in.

He lay on the bed, pale and lifeless, all beauty gone. He was stiff, showing that he had been dead for some hours. They had arranged his body properly on the bed. My legs gave out, and I slumped to the ground, crying helplessly.

"Dad... Dad..." I cried, but there was nothing I could do. He was gone, and I could only weep in sorrow. I was now an orphan.

Morgan howled, signaling the death of the Alpha of the Wildwood Pack-my father.

As he howled, the others joined in, while I mourned my loss.

"That's enough. We need to lay the Alpha to the ground," Morgan said immediately after the howl.

I sniffed, raising my head to look at him. My eyes widened at the change in atmosphere. What was this? Everyone was staring at me with an expression I usually saw but not from them-the expression I hated to see...

Anger. Hate. Disgust.

Why would they look at me that way?

I swallowed. "I need more time-"

"Take him," Morgan ordered the men, interrupting me.

I stood up. "I said-"

"What you said doesn't matter," Morgan said.

I blinked. "What?"

He scoffed. "Do you think you are now the Alpha of the pack since your father is dead?" he asked me.

I looked at him, confused. "It is only right that I am going to rule the pack. Wait, I don't understand. Why are you saying this?"

He chuckled. "You must be stupid to think anyone would let you rule this pack. Nobody wants you. You are a weak omega. How can you rule over a bunch of strong, able betas? Even omegas don't want you to rule them. Stop dreaming and wake up," he said harshly.

I looked at him, surprised. This was Morgan-my mate-who stood by me, protected me, and never judged me.

I am the only child of Alpha Bryan. I am an omega, and my mother was a witch who died while giving birth. Because of this, I was hated by my people. The only ones who did not judge me or hate me were my father and them.

So why this behavior?

Or was I mistaken?

"Morgan, why are you acting this way? What is wrong with you? You are my mate, you are always at my side, supporting me. Why are you saying all these harsh words? My father just died; I am yet to recover from the day, and you are talking about ruling the pack. If I don't rule the pack, who else?" I said, confused.

"You are staring at the person who is going to rule the pack," he said.

I raised a brow. "Of course, you will rule the pack; being my mate qualifies you," I said.

"Being your mate," he scoffed. "It is not a qualification but an insult. You are not going to be my Luna. I have found a more deserving person to take that role." He stretched his hand to Cheryl, my best friend, my better half, who I told everything to. We have been friends for as long as I can remember.

She walked majestically to Morgan, and he wrapped his hand around her. "She will be my Luna."

I shook my head. "This must be a nightmare. You people are all I have," I turned to the nanny. "Tell them," I said.