The Omega who became Queen

E: The Phoen

Quinn

aid. "I'm just tired of staying in bed all day, I needed some fresh air and I need a sword." "Woow, I have been looking for a female to fight with and here you are, come, I'd train you," Nyra said and pulled my hand gently. Ezra arched an eyebrow and asked me. "You sure?" "Do I look unsure?" He grinned. "You look like you've been through hell." "I have" I said, clutching the hilt of my blade while Nyra grinned even wider. "And I'm ready to go back swinging." We positioned ourselves as Ezra watched as we raised our sword, Nyra didn't pity me. That was the first reason I didn't hate her. The second, she tried to knock me flat. And I fought back. Every movement hurt. Every breath was fire. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Because every time the sword connected with mine, I remembered Kael's voice telling me I was weak. I remembered Selene's smirk. The rejection. The bruises. The chains. And with every strike, I carved a piece of myself back from the grave they'd buried me in. Nyra didn't take it easy. And by the time I dropped to my knees, drenched in sweat and bleeding from a split lip. Ezra tossed me a towel. "You've got something in you, omega." "Don't call me that," I snarled. He cocked his head. "Then what should I call you?" I stood, wiping the blood from my mouth. "Aria. Just Aria." Nyra nod. But in my heart... I knew that name was changing. The moon was full that night. And I felt it, as if it were on my very skin, as if it were pulling something out of me. Something that didn't belong to Kael. Something ancient. I couldn't sleep. So I walked. Through the palace halls, through the whispering shadows, until I found the balcony overlooking the northern cliffs. The sea raged below. The wind howled like a pack of a thousand wolves. I stood there, barefoot and shaking; wrapping my arms around myself as flashbacks attacked me. "You let him die" a voice in my mind hissed. "You weren't strong enough." "He didn't want you. No one will."