The Omega Who Became Queen

Thunder cracked across the Blood Moon sky as the midwife ran through the palace halls, her hands trembling, her robes soaked in sweat and fear. “The Queen is dying! Warriors parted. Servants sobbed. The Moonstone Palace shook as if the Goddess herself wept. Inside the birthing chamber, Queen Amaria lay pale against crimson-stained sheets. Her breaths were shallow, her fingers twitching toward the newborn wrapped in silver cloth. A girl. Small. Fragile. An Omega by scent. But the mark glowing at her collarbone—the mark shaped like a crescent flame—told another truth. “She bears the Queen’s Seal,” whispered the Priestess. “She is the Lost Heir.” The King staggered toward the infant, his voice breaking. “She will be hunted for this. No Omega should carry royal blood.” Another contraction tore through the dying queen, and she gasped, grabbing his wrist with sudden strength. “Hide her,” she pleaded. “If they know an Omega child carries the throne—our daughter will be slaughtered before sunrise.” The Priestess stepped forward. “There is one way. Bury her identity. Strip her lineage. Let her be raised far from this kingdom.” The King hesitated… then nodded, tears carving lines down his face. He pressed a trembling kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Forgive me, little one.” The flames in the torches flickered violently as the Priestess whispered ancient words. Light burst around the child— then vanished. Her royal scent disappeared. Her power vanished. Her identity dissolved. All that remained was an Omega’s scent… weak, helpless, ordinary. A perfect disguise. But as the King turned to walk away with his hidden daughter, the dying queen forced out one last whisper: “She will rise. Even stripped of her birthright… the Goddess will crown her through fire.” The queen’s final breath left her body— and outside, the Blood Moon split with a scream of lightning. Somewhere in the shadows of the palace, a rival Alpha watched with cold eyes. “The Omega Queen has been born,” he hissed. “And I will make sure she never claims the throne.” The night the queen died was the night the kingdom gained its most dangerous secret— and its future ruler was smuggled into darkness… unseen, unfelt, and forgotten. For now.