The Omega who became Queen

R: The Alph

Dari

till crave the taste of weakness, I can show you how to punish it properly." I pushed her away, harder than I intended. She gasped and stumbled, but I didn't care. "I don't want her," I said slowly through my teeth. "I don't even think about her." But I did. I thought about the way her eyes had looked, shattered, but proud when I spat those final words. I reject you. The bond hadn't snapped clean. No. It had ripped, jagged and unfinished, like part of me was still tethered to her bleeding soul. I should've ended her. Instead, I had let the guards drag her out, kicking and sobbing, leaving trails of her blood on my floor like a curse. A mistake. And mistakes always came back to bite. The knock came at dawn. My Beta, Dren, and my mother, Luna Mira Darius entered without waiting for permission, their face pale, eyes wide. Dren carried a letter sealed in obsidian wax. I took it, frowning. "From who?" "Ronan Thorne," he said, his voice hollow. The name punched the air from my lungs. The Lycan King. I broke the seal and read quickly, my heart thudding with every line. It was formal. Regal. Cold. It also confirmed my worst fear. He had her. Aria Quinn. Alive. In his court. Under his protection. And worse... trained. "She survived?" I whispered. Dren nodded slowly. "We... we thought she wouldn't last the night." "She was bleeding. Barely breathing-," "She's a fighter, Alpha." A fighter. I laughed. A bitter, hollow sound. My mother snatched the letter from me in anger, " I can't believe she throw her self to the lycan king, how outrageous." Seraphina stood by the window now, her hands balled into fists. "She must have run straight to him," she hissed. "Whoring herself to the first royal she could find. Pathetic little-" "Watch your mouth," I growled. She turned on me, eyes flashing. "You're defending her? After everything?" "I'm not defending her." My voice dropped. "I'm trying to understand how she walked out of here broken... and ended up in the arms of