The Omega Every Alpha Wants As Their Luna

Name Your Price

Nia’s POV

My father’s face changed the moment the guard spoke. Alpha Theo looked worried immediately, like being summoned by King Darius was already a punishment. Like it could turn into a death sentence at any moment.

“You’ve given him something to think about,” Alpha Kael said.

His tone carried something light, almost teasing. But his eyes stayed on me like he was studying every reaction I had.

It felt strange. Like he already knew Nia in a way I couldn’t place.

Had he been one of the Alphas who visited my father’s pack after the rogue attack? When I was still recovering at the infirmary in Meadow Crest? I couldn’t recall his face clearly. Maybe he had. Maybe he hadn’t. It didn’t matter right now. Because my mind was already elsewhere.

Darius had called for me. The Lycan King himself. The same man who had executed Serafina four weeks ago without trial. My chest tightened slightly at the thought. Maybe this was it. Maybe I was finally going to get answers. About the accusation. About the evidence. About the betrayal that led to my death.

“I will go see him,” I said quietly to my father. “I won’t take long.”

Alpha Theo didn’t look pleased, but he nodded anyway.

“I will wait here.”

I gave a small nod. Then I turned and followed the waiting guard.

I didn’t look back at Kael. But I could still feel his eyes on me as I walked away. And that feeling… stayed with me longer than I wanted it to.

I followed the guard through long corridors that led deeper into the palace. Past the main sitting halls. Through the elevator. Then through another stretch of silent corridor. Pathway I was too familiar with. I already knew where we were going. King Darius’s study.

I almost smiled to myself. Of course. Where else would he call me?

He wanted privacy. Absolute control over the conversation.

We stopped in front of the large oak door. The guard knocked once, then pushed it open. I stepped inside. The room was quiet.

Darius wasn't sitting at his large glass desk, like he did when relaxed or focused, working on something. He stood near the floor-to-ceiling window instead, his back slightly turned. His shoulders stiff and posture controlled. Like always, when something was on his mind.

I had already prepared myself for this moment on the way here.

I wasn’t afraid of him. He couldn’t just execute an Omega for speaking the truth. That would be unreasonable.

“Your Majesty,” I said, bowing slightly as he turned. My eyes lowered immediately.

He moved closer with measured steps. And then I felt it again.

That pull. Stronger than it was in the hall. It didn't just hit me in my chest this time, it spread through me like a quiet pressure I couldn’t ignore.

Instinctively, I noticed his breathing had changed too. Heavier. Controlled, but no longer even. And then his scent filled the room.

A blend of Cider wood and cinnamon. Darkly masculine. It hit me so suddenly my body reacted before my mind could stop it. I almost choked.

That same scent used to make me feel light… like I was floating somewhere above the world. Safe. Wanted. His. Now it pressed against me like a trap closing in. I forced myself to stay still.

“Nia Blackwood,” he said.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

A pause. Then—“Have we met before?”

My head lifted before I could stop it. Our eyes met. Amber against brown. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe properly.

Every instinct in me wanted to answer him. Yes. We have. You were my husband. My mate. And my executioner. But I didn’t say any of it.

“No, Your Highness,” I said quietly instead. Rage curled faintly under my ribs, but I kept it buried.

He studied me for a long moment without speaking. Then he asked again, slower this time. “Then why do you remind me of someone?”

My pulse skipped. I held his gaze carefully now. “Who, Your Majesty?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his expression shifted slightly, as if he decided to change direction. “Have you ever met Queen Serafina before?” he asked. “My late Luna.”

My throat tightened for a fraction of a second. I forced it down.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said carefully. “I met her once in Fairfield.”

A small pause. A lie wrapped around a truth. “I was there for a charity event,” I added. “She spoke to me briefly.”

His eyes stayed on me. Unmoving. “So you knew her,” he said.

I nodded lightly. “Yes. She was… my mentor.” Something flickered in his expression. So fast I almost missed it. Then it was gone. I continued, maybe too quickly now. “I was very saddened when I heard of her death. And I also heard about the charges against her. I never believed it. Queen Serafina was not capable of something like that. She was a dignified, Alpha-blooded woman with impec…”

“Enough.” His voice cut through the room like a blade. The air shifted instantly. His aura flared. Heavy. Pressing. The kind that made even breathing feel like effort. I stopped speaking immediately.

“I didn’t summon you here to enlighten me about my late wife’s character.” His voice came out sharp. Controlled. But beneath it, I could hear irritation creeping through.

Still holding his gaze, I slowly lifted my chin. “Then why am I here, Your Majesty?”

For the first time since I entered the study, his expression shifted completely. His brows creased faintly, like my question had genuinely caught him off guard. Maybe it was the way I said it. Or maybe he simply wasn’t used to an Omega speaking to him without fear.

For a brief second, he looked almost speechless. Then his face smoothed over again.

“I found your insight in the hall… refreshing,” he said carefully.

The word almost sounded strange coming from him. His eyes stayed fixed on me. “What are your educational qualifications?”

I blinked once. That was not the question I expected. Quickly, I searched through Nia’s memories. The journals.The diary entries.

The details in her room she had written about herself.

“I studied Political Administration and Inter-Pack Relations at Westbridge Academy,” I answered calmly. “I later completed advanced governance courses at Crescent Vale Institute.”

His eyes narrowed slightly with interest. “I also trained in trade analytics and border conflict management under Meadow Crest’s administrative council.” That part came from Serafina. But technically, he didn’t need to know that.

Darius nodded slowly. Not impressed openly. But I could see the shift in his expression. “You are educated far beyond what I expected,” he admitted. A small silence followed. Then—“My cabinet will offer you a position here in Hollow Creek Palace,” he said.

I stilled. He continued smoothly. “You will work with the Royal Strategic Council on border and territorial affairs.” My eyes remained on him as he spoke. “You will be given office space within the palace, accommodation, transportation, and full compensation befitting the position.”

For a second, I almost laughed. Not because the offer was bad.

Because I knew Darius too well. This was not generosity. This was interest. Lust. Control. And perhaps something even more dangerous.

I remembered the rumors whispered in the palace during my years as Luna. About the women brought into the palace under different excuses. Advisors. Assistants. Entertainers. Healers. Some stayed. Some disappeared quietly. I had ignored most of it back then. A Lycan King was rarely faithful by ordinary standards. But now? Now I could see the pattern more clearly.

A small smirk touched my lips before I could stop it. “I don’t think your cabinet can afford me, Your Majesty.”

Silence. His eyes darkened immediately. Then he moved closer.

Our bodies, touching now. Heat radiated from him instantly.

He lifted my chin with one finger, forcing my eyes fully to his.

The bond reacted so sharply that my heartbeat stumbled.

Goddess. Even now, my new body recognised him.

“Do not overestimate yourself, Omega,” he growled softly.

His scent wrapped around me again. Heavy. Dangerous.

My pulse quickened, but I refused to look away. “I know my worth, Your Majesty,” I replied quietly. The words came out sharper than I intended. “My father is the Alpha of Meadow Crest. My expertise is valuable to my pack.”

I tilted my chin slightly against his hold. “But if the royal house truly wants my service…” I continued evenly, “then surely Your Majesty can offer something much better than that.”

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The tension between us thickened until the room itself felt smaller. The mate bond pulsed painfully beneath it all. I could feel it. And judging from the slight change in his breathing—so could he.

Finally, Darius released my chin and stepped back slowly. His expression had become unreadable again. “Name your price,” he said. Then after the smallest pause—“Omega.”

I exhaled softly. “I will consult my solicitor and send a response to the palace.”

His gaze lingered on me for several seconds. Long enough to make my skin warm beneath it. Like he was trying to solve a puzzle that refused to make sense.

“May I take my leave, Your Majesty?” I asked.

Another long silence. Then he lifted one hand in dismissal.

I bowed briefly. Turned. And walked toward the door. But even after I stepped out of the study—I could still feel the bond humming behind me.