The Fat Omega’s Vengeance : Between Two Alphas

The Journey Begins

Aria’s POV

The following morning, I was up before my alarm rang and before my feet could even touch the ground, a knock came from the other side of the door.

“Come in,” I shouted and the door opened ,Natalie stepped in, her hands full of neatly folded fabrics in different colors.

“Good morning dear,” she said, her smile wider than the one she wore last night.

“Good morning,” I replied, sitting up in bed.

“These dresses are for you. Beta Damian asked me to bring them.”

“For me?” I repeated. “I didn’t ask for dresses.”

“I told him about your situation,” she explained. “And he went out and got them for you.”

Damian… got dresses for me? For a regular fat omega? I knew Damian was kind, he had always been, but this felt… unexpected.

“Thank you,” I said softly, trying not to look ungrateful. I reached for one of the dresses and stretched the fabric between my fingers, and to my surprise it looked like a perfect fit. How did he even guess my size?

Natalie soon left the room, and I headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. When I returned, I chose a baby-pink floral dress with crisscross strings at the back, the skirt falling into soft fluffy flares around my thighs.

When I wore it and looked in the mirror, I paused for a moment. It actually… looked good on me. Not perfect, not like the elegant dresses I used to wear as Luna, but it was flattering in a way that made my new body look softer rather than bulky and big.

I brushed my hair into a messy bun and nodded at my reflection….that’s a start.

Before Natalie left earlier, she had asked me to meet her in the kitchen so she could introduce me to everyone. Well… I already knew who they were.

I hurried down the hallway and into the kitchen, but the moment I stepped inside everyone froze, their eyes landing on me at the same time. I stopped walking, suddenly unsure of myself, waiting for the comments, the whispers, the snickers.

But they never came, instead Cassandra smiled warmly and waved her hand toward me. “Hey there, you must be Aria. Natalie told us about you… please come over.”

I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I was holding…I taught them right indeed. Everyone I remembered was there, Lily, Hildiguard, Mirambel, Cassandra and the rest and seeing them again made my throat tighten as memories flooded my mind of cooking together, laughing, and stealing snacks before dinner service while they scolded me whenever I tried to help them prepare meals as Luna.

I forced myself not to cry. “Nice to meet you all,” I said.

“Don’t just stand there,” Mirambel said, pushing a basket of vegetables toward me. “Help us cut these.”

I smiled and rolled up my sleeves as the kitchen slowly filled with chatter again. The sound of chopping knives and boiling pots felt strangely comforting, like something I had been missing without realizing it.

Cassandra frowned at the pot in front of her. “It always burns at this stage,” she muttered, stirring the mixture with frustration.

“Lower the heat and add a little water before the spices,” I said without thinking. “So it doesn’t stick to the bottom.”

She paused and did exactly as I suggested while everyone turned to look at me curiously. A few seconds later she smiled in surprise. “Well I’ll be… it worked.”

Lily tilted her head as she studied me. “How did you know that? I shrugged casually, pretending it was nothing “Lucky guess.” The truth was simple though I had spent years in this kitchen.

The morning passed surprisingly fast as I helped Lily knead dough, showed Mirambel an easier way to chop herbs, and even made Natalie laugh when I accidentally spilled flour on my own face. It felt warm and familiar, and for the first time since waking up in this body I didn’t feel completely a different being.

After we finished preparing lunch, I stepped outside for some fresh air when something caught my eye, from the distance I heard the sound of clashing wood, and my gaze shifted toward the training grounds where warriors moved across the ring, their wooden staffs colliding with loud cracks.

Something twisted painfully inside my chest. In my previous life I used to train with them almost every morning, yet now I could barely jog without losing my breath.I stared at the ring for a long moment before my feet began moving on their own, and by the time I realized it I was already standing near the training grounds. A few warriors noticed me immediately and began whispering among themselves but I didn’t care. When I was Lydia everyone begged me to teach them one or two of my moves and now they looked at me like an outcast.

Then one of them laughed, “Careful there miss.” he said loudly, “the ring might collapse if you try to lean on it.” Herald…he was always the most arrogant even during training. He was the type to talk big but not fight big and whenever I challenged him he chickened out.

A few others chuckled, and another one added, “I didn’t know we allowed livestock in the training grounds.” Of course his stupid cousin Gerald always backed him up.

My jaw tightened but I ignored the insults and watched the sparring match happening in the center of the ring. The warrior on the left swung his staff too wide.

“His stance is wrong,” I said out loud absentmindedly. The men around me looked at me strangely. “What did you say?” someone asked I pointed at the fighter calmly. “His left leg is too far forward. If he swings again like that, he’ll lose his balance.” The warrior attacked again, and three moves later he stumbled and fell and so did silence fall over the training ground.

I pointed at another fighter in a different ring, “he’s gripping the staff too tightly, in a wrong angle… his wrist will give out soon.”and two strikes later the staff slipped from his hand, and now everyone was staring at me with confusion and curiosity.

The man who mocked me earlier scoffed. “Anyone can talk,” he said dismissively. “Fighting is different.”

I met his gaze calmly and replied, “Then fight me.”For a moment there was complete silence before the entire training ground burst into laughter. “You?” he snorted. “Fight me?”

“Yes.”

He grinned mockingly. “Fine. But don’t cry when you get hurt.”

Finally, I was going to fight Arrogant Herald, not as Lydia but as Aria.

I stepped aside to find something to change into and in a few minutes i returned. I got into the ring and the wooden floor creaked slightly under my weight, causing a few warriors to chuckle again. Herald picked up a staff and tossed another toward me, which I caught clumsily.

It felt heavier than I remembered, of course it did this body wasn’t Lydia’s and it wasn’t used to being on a battle field. inhaled slowly, reminding myself that in my previous body I could have knocked him out within seconds. But now I needed to rely on something else… strategy and intelligence that was the only way I could take him down.

He charged first, swinging his staff toward my shoulder. I barely managed to block it, and the impact sent vibrations through my arms…Damn… he’s strong.

He laughed confidently. “You should surrender now.”

Instead I watched his movements carefully, noticing that his attacks were powerful but predictable …just like I remembered. He swung again and I sidestepped, then again and again until irritation replaced the amusement on his face.

“Stop running!” he snapped.

I smiled faintly because finally he lunged forward too aggressively, giving me the opening I had been waiting for. I twisted my staff and struck his wrist.

He flinched, just slightly but the laughter around us stopped immediately. In my old body that strike would have knocked him out and even dislocated his wrist, yet now it barely made him stumble.

Still… it proved something.

Even in this body, I wasn’t helpless.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, and for the first time since the fight began he stopped smiling. The confidence in his posture seemed to die down , replaced by something i had always seen in him and he was finally beginning to take me seriously. Around us the warriors had fallen into silence , their earlier laughter fading into quiet curiosity as they waited to see what would happen next.

He rolled his shoulders and tightened his grip on the staff before circling me slowly. “You got lucky,” he muttered, though his voice carried far less amusement than before.

Maybe I was lucky, but luck had nothing to do with it. I too adjusted my stance carefully trying to adjust to the weight of the staff in my hands. My arms already ached from blocking his earlier strike, reminding me painfully that this body lacked the strength and endurance I once possessed. Still, strength wasn’t the only way to win a fight.

His next attack came without warning and faster than the last, it whistled through the air as he swung toward my side, forcing me to block again. The impact rattled through my arms, nearly making me lose my grip, but I steadied myself and stepped back quickly before he could follow up with another strike.

He advanced again, pressing forward with heavy, aggressive swings meant to overpower me and each time I barely avoided the blow, stepping to the side, ducking under the arc of the staff, or retreating just enough to escape the full force of his attacks. The warriors watching began murmuring quietly as they realized I wasn’t simply running away, was studying him.

His breathing was already growing heavier , good.

“You’re just stalling,” he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice as another swing missed me by inches.

“Maybe,” I replied calmly, he lunged again, faster this time, aiming directly for my shoulder I twisted at the last second and brought my staff up, deflecting his strike before pivoting my body and sweeping the end of the staff toward his knee with all my strength.

He stumbled forward, it wasn’t a powerful hit, but it was enough to disrupt his balance and a ripple of surprise spread through the small crowd surrounding the ring. I didn’t give him time to recover and moment he straightened, I struck again this time aiming for his ribs , the blow landed with a dull thud, making him grunt as he staggered back a step.

Gasps rose from the onlookers, his earlier smirk had completely disappeared now and instead, his eyes burned with irritation as he wiped sweat from his forehead.

“Alright,” he muttered under his breath. “Enough fooling around.”

He charged again, this time his movements were faster and far more controlled, his staff coming down in a brutal overhead strike that forced me to block with both hands and the impact nearly knocked the weapon from my grasp.

Pain shot through my arms and down into my shoulders, but I clenched my teeth and held on.

My body was slower and weaker, but his fighting style hadn’t changed and that was his biggest mistake.

He swung again, aiming for my head, I ducked low and stepped inside his reach, twisting my staff sideways before jamming it hard into his stomach, he gasped…the opening was small, but it was all I needed.

I spun the staff and hooked it behind his ankle, pulling sharply while pushing against his shoulder making his body tilt and for a moment his eyes widened in shock as he realized what was happening.

Then he crashed onto the ground with a loud thud and the training ground went completely silent. Dust rose around him as he lay there staring up at the sky in disbelief as I stood over him, breathing heavily as my chest rose and fell with every strained breath.

My arms trembled from exhaustion, and my legs felt like they might collapse at any moment but I was was still standing and he wasn’t. Slowly, the surrounding warriors began murmuring again, their voices filled with disbelief.

“No way…”

“She actually did it.”

“How did she—”

Before anyone could finish their sentence, a deeper voice cut through the noise.

“Well… that was interesting.”

The sound sent a strange chill down my spine and I turned toward the edge of the training grounds. Standing near the wooden fence, his arms crossed over his broad chest, was Damian.

His dark eyes were fixed on me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, something between surprise and curiosity, I hadn’t even noticed when he arrived and judging by the look on his face, he had clearly seen the entire fight.

The warriors immediately straightened when they noticed him, some lowering their heads respectfully.

“Beta Damian.”

He ignored them, his gaze remained on me as he slowly stepped forward, stopping just outside the ring and for a moment neither of us spoke.

Then his lips curved slightly, “remind me again,” he said calmly, “how long you’ve been training.”

My grip tightened around the staff, because judging from the way he was looking at me now…he definitely knew something wasn’t right.