CROWNED OMEGA PRINCESS REBORN FOR REVENGE

CHAPTER FOUR

Samara Nolan POV

Twilight is finally here. The last wish is me getting a mate. Once that is done, we get married three days later, and I become crowned Wolf-Queen of Silverhills that same day. Morgase is all dressed up and was in my room to ensure I look lovely for the occasion.

“Samara, seriously? What are you, an eighty-four-year-old granny going for a clown audition? We are going for the grand moon night, not some funny show. So, please take it off.” Morgase laughs when she finds me wearing a big blue blouse that has long sleeves.

“Come on, sis, this is one of my best dresses.” I shrug, taking a look at myself in the mirror while adjusting every part I feel was wrong with my hands.

“One of your best dresses? Do you know how you look in it? Pathetic. Awful. Miserly. Timid. Naïve. Primitive. Samara, mirrors don’t lie, so do I. Now, take it off,” she urges.

“Ugh. It feels like my head is about to explode,” I reply with my hands reaching my back, grabbing the dress and pulling forward towards my head until the dress comes off.

“You can try these on.” She throws a lovely pink gown with a pair of pink shoes and a thick baby-jacket.

“Awn,” I mutter as I catch the dress she threw to me. I put on the gown, the jacket, and the shoes. I move towards my mirror, turn for a three-sixty, and love how it turned out on me.

“Now tell me,” I ask her as she watches from the bed while playing with her nails.

“Wow. I didn’t know you would look this good in it.” Morgase replies. Her mouth is wide open.

“How do I look?” I ask with hands floating in the air while I make a bow with my left leg stretched backward, and my right leg steadily forward.

“BEAU-TI-FUL. Like a princess.”

“Morgase, of course I am a princess. The crowned princess of Silverhills and apparently your Wolf-Queen,” I chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I am sorry, my princess, I meant to say you are not just a princess, but the indefinable Princess Cinderella.” She responds with a frown on her face which she quickly dwindled into a smile.

“Ouch... would you stop pulling me as if I am a mewling brat. Would you?” I say as she pulls my arm aggressively while leaving.

We meet a crowd of werewolves from Rivalloo and Eastburgh gathering around a huge bonfire; drinking, chatting, and eating. Usually, once the grand moon appears in the sky, it is said that the moon goddess begins to pour out her heart and everyone begins to catch the scent of their mate. Morgase and I were right on time.

“This way,” she says to me.

“Princess. Come seat with me. I am from a noble house of Eastburgh,” says a duskier man to me from the midst of a small gathering beside the bonfire.

“Is she a princess?” Someone close to him whispers into his ear.

“Yes, she’s Samara of Rivalloo,” he retorts.

“Who is that with her?” The fellow asks the lad again.

“Maybe her maid... I do not know for sure. Now, be a dear and get me one of this if you’re topping up,” the lad retorts rather abruptly, handing an empty cup to the lad as we walk past without paying them attention.

“Oh’ that makes her the Wolf-Queen. Soon enough she will be crowned,” the fellow whispers again.

“Yes, yes, man. Would you please leave me now? You scared her away with your incessant questioning,” the duskier man says loudly, his face beamingly red.

“You are unbelievably gorgeous, my princess. Come take a seat with us.” Another man says to us as we quickly walk past them.

“It’s good to see you here, Princess Samara. Be my mate already, sure the moon goddess will understand and bless our union.” A man who must have had quite enough of ales sways in front of us.

“Go away,” Morgase fires at him.

“Who’s she? Why so rude?” Some folks murmur.

“I see why you didn’t get to be chosen, you wicked asshole,” the man fires back at Morgase.

I take a glimpse at Morgase’s eyes; they are so red. “f**k off... before I have you screaming and begging for your miserable existence to be spared.” She roars, and the man disappears without a word.

“Come, Samara, we will get a place beside those rocks. It’s not safe with these rogues,” she says to me, pointing towards some small rocks for sitting.

“You didn’t even flinch?”

“Why would I flinch? He was barely standing. One punch from me would have sent him crashing on his back,” she responds with a little teddy bear face. “Here, take this. Who knows, we might need it.” She stretches a dagger to me.

“Dagger? What …”

“Samara, just take it. Put it inside the jacket’s inner pocket.” She insists. I take it from her and shove it inside the jacket’s inner pocket.

We sit on the small rocks, and for a while, the atmosphere has been so welcoming all of a sudden. The sky is enthralling as we sit, pointing to the stars, and the clouds. Some took the shape of a little child, the father and mother sitting at a barn. Some formed horses. Some formed two couples. And we admire the view from Marl Mountain, from our seats, while waiting for the grand moon to appear fully. The mountain has three platforms, and we sit on its first platform.

“Look at the sky. Beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask Morgase, who didn’t answer. She gets up all of a sudden and walks away, leaving me all by myself. I presume she must have caught the scent of her mate.

The grand moon had appeared in the sky. The atmosphere was tense. Chatting had stopped. Drinking had stopped. Eating had stopped. Except that everyone is startled as legs began to move about, catching scents of their mate. Morgase walked away into the marauding crowd until I couldn’t see her anymore. Suddenly, I picked a strong scent coming from the crowd. I must have found my mate and he is nearby somewhere. I could scent him, and so I started moving through the crowd in search of him.

My body is coiled, thick sweats dripping, and my breath as thick as mucus. My feet are heavy as they plunge into the ground. His scent became stronger and stronger, and the more I move through the crowd, the more I pick his scent. I found myself at the edge of the second platform without sight of my mate. I must climb; that is what it all means for me.

Now I was no longer in control of myself as my wolf form keeps pushing me to go on. I call her, Ciri. Ciri has yearned for a mate more than I, I guess, and when I caught the scent, she took over immediately, pushing me to keep on searching.

I climbed upward to the next platform, scenting he was around. A little crowd has gathered on the second platform, and I moved around. He was not any of the guys on the second platform. Realizing this, I am excited with all indications pointing that my mate is on the third platform, so I climbed to the third platform, following his scent. I burst into the surface in excitement, only to find Morgase in a critical position with an unknown man. He was all over her that he didn’t even notice my presence. My heart constricted painfully in my chest.