CROWNED OMEGA PRINCESS REBORN FOR REVENGE

SAMARA NOLAN POV A knock on the door interrupts my reminiscing. “Ahem!! Did you sleep at all, my one and only sister? Your eyes are heavy. Don’t tell me our discussion last night about how the war took away so much from us and brought contempt, enmity, and division among all seven kingdoms of this continent still lingers in your head.” Morgase gathers her blonde hair in a ponytail in front of my mirror. “Is it Dad? I miss him too. Even though he chose you as his successor instead of me… honestly, I still can’t love him less. He fought the last battle against the vampires and gave up his life trying to protect his people, the majority of whom are humans. Like he would say to you, Sam, as werewolves, it is our duty to protect the defenseless. To stand up for them when they can’t stand for themselves because we have in abundance those things they lack. Such a daddy’s pet.” She rolls her eyes and sighs dreamily. Morgase places her hand over her chest before turning to me. “Come to think of it, it’s only in this castle that one can find werewolves. Outside, everyone is a human, surviving by our protection. The guards and maids are not from noble families except for the chiefs and, of course, us, the royal family. Sadly, the war has left us—you, my darling stepsister, me, and my mother—to serve the people of Silverhills.” I inhale dramatically. “Mhm…” “Wait, Samara, are you having them again? Your heart is beating fast; I can feel it. And honestly, you don’t look good at all.” Morgase lifts her eyebrows at me and places her hand on my forehead. “Gosh… you are horribly hot!” she exclaims. “No… don’t. Don’t bother giving it to me. It won’t help. I have had it for months now, and it keeps getting worse.” I hold her hand to stop her from bringing me the potion I take for my fever. Recently, I have discovered that I get weaker each time I take this potion, and I don’t want to take it anymore. Sometimes it makes me feel like my wolf has left me. I won’t be able to hear, sniff, run, or do anything. I just lay on my bed staring at the ceiling board. “Sam, take a good look at yourself. You are not feeling well at all. If not for anything, for our late father’s sake, allow me to get you the potion; it’s all we have to curtail your fever,” Morgase insists, but I just stare at her beautiful face and nod negatively. “Ever since Dad chose you as his successor, you became a person of particular concern to me. See how my mother holds the Silver Throne while waiting for you to fulfill the last wish and then take over from her.” She looks at me, and her eyes linger on my swollen feet. Morgase’s beautiful blue eyes bubble with held-back tears, which melt my heart and part my lips. “I saw them. They were horrid-looking. Hundreds of thousands of them. Approaching from the Wastelands. I saw them. Their eyes were dark, their mouths filled with excessive fangs, their lips bloodied, and their claws were like the talons of vultures. Kingdoms they passed turned desolate. Total darkness, smoke screens, and the carcasses of those who had been filled them. An absolute void encroached on these lands; no trees, no water, no birds, no animals, no humans. Even air ceased to exist.” “Hmm,” Morgase sighs. “Three times I’ve had this same nightmare. Three times a man of my age wakes me up from it. I think this is a sign that werewolves need to wake up and put aside their grudges to fight the common enemy. The Dark Hunt is coming. The vampires are coming again.” “Oh, darling eighteen-year-old stepsister. Come here.” Morgase says, cupping my face and then wrapping her arms around me. “Take my words as your elder sister, nightmares, ugh! They are only but a mere nightmare. You don’t need to be worried about all those scary things you saw because they won’t happen. Okay, do you remember when you had a nightmare before we went for the grand moon night on Marl Mountain?” “Mhm…” I turn my head up to gaze at her face as I try to remember. “Sam, don’t tell me you have forgotten because it was your nightmare, and you said you saw me attack you in my wolf form and then push you off from the mountain’s cliff. You even said that you fell down and died eventually.” Morgase laughs and peers down at me. “Oh, Morgase, yes, it crosses my mind now. It has been… a year.” The truth is, I have grown to realize how much I despise my father’s action when he chose me over Morgase as his successor, and yet I can’t help but amend this error. Most times I wish our father were alive; I would have made him choose Morgase as his successor instead of me because she has shown nothing but care toward me. “Sam, you were so certain that I was going to do that to you. Because of that, you initially refused to go with me.” Morgase stares at me. “You, my own blood sister, thought I was going to kill her…. It was funny to me that you were so convinced that it would happen but eventually it didn’t.” “I’m sorry, Morg. Truly, I’m sorry for the trouble. My nightmares have become more frequent, and it feels like I’m freaking out, like I’m going insane. It is only a matter of time before I lose myself completely to it.” I hate to admit it, but she is so soft. And hurt…because of my nightmare. I hate that. I feel like a monster for causing those troubles. “Nothing to be sorry about; remember, your nightmare didn’t happen.” She says as she touches my hair, then asks with wide-open eyes and mouth half-open, “But have you wondered why? Why didn’t it happen?” “Because it was nightmares?” “That is it.” She snaps her hand at me and then holds mine. “Because it was just a nightmare, nothing more. I tell you what, nightmares are deviations from reality.” Morgase places her hand on my cheek, smiling faintly. “The vampires are gone, and they are gone for good. What should bother you now is reality, not nightmares. Soon enough you’ll fulfill the last wish of our father as it’s demanded by law, and you’ll get to sit on the Silver Throne.” As Morgase leaves my room, I make my way into the bathroom for a shower. Lost in my thoughts, when a sudden noise in my room startles me, and I come out of the shower to find a man in my room. Panic kicks in, and I kick him between his legs. The man falls on the ground. “It’s you?” My face beams as he turns out to be the same man in my nightmares. “What the f**k! … sorry… Hmm… I beg your pardon, milady.” He pleads, clutching his crotch. “Milady? Where are you from, Eastburgh… Kingstone, Umber…? I ask. “Rivalloo. I’m from Rivalloo.” The man stands up, rubbing his sore manhood. “Rivalloo. It’s actually you I see in my dreams. Why have you come here? This room. This castle and this kingdom?” “Hmm, honestly I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if it pleases you, I’m a prince, a crowned prince, and an alpha, actually. Axel Ricmorre.” He looks at me, his eyes darkening with hurt and anger. “Samara Nolan… The crowned princess of this kingdom. You’re most welcome to Silverhills. And I’m sorry for what I did,” I say softly. He laughs in amusement. “Thank you, mil… my crowned princess.” I’m honestly liking Axel; he’s so attractive. His clothes fit like glue, and his pecks are outlined. Axel is built like a god, and he is staring at me. “I should take my leave before someone catches me here. So sorry for barging into your room; I was wrongly directed here by…oh, me. I didn’t even ask for her name. She looked depressed, walking with her face down and only pointed without even raising her face up. For sure, I won’t recognize her facially. She was putting on black pants and a silver mini-shirt with flowery designs.” “Morgase,” I mutter, staring right into his eyes even though he couldn’t give the same energy. His chin goes up, and cute smiles flash across his gaze when he says, “Morgase.” “My sister,” I add. “Oh, I’ll run along now. See you around.” He leaves, closing the door behind him. “I think you just found yourself a mate.” Ciri, my wolf, leaps inside of me as I embrace the alluring fragrance of Axel’s perfume after he leaves.