This short story takes place 25 years after the events occurred in My Omega Queen.
POV: Grace
I lay down on my bed and watch as the rays of the sun slowly begin to make their way inside my room through the drapes. When the light finally hits my face, I cover it with my pillow and let out a low groan in frustration, turning over. I wasn’t able to sleep at all last night.
“Grace, we are late to the training session. Get up.” Raksha, my wolf, insists to tell me through our shared conscience.
But I couldn’t care less. I already excel at any type of combat, and my stamina level is at the top of my class. Being the daughter of the Alpha King and Queen helps a lot in this regard, offering me the advantage of inheriting my parents’ fighting skills. Besides, regardless of what she says, Ra
