The Omega Every Alpha Wants As Their Luna

Mate Identified

Alpha Kael’s POV

The courthouse slowly emptied after the Submit ended. Alphas gathered in small groups across the marble courtyard, discussing politics, trade, and the rogue issue before returning to their respective packs. But my attention kept drifting toward the corridor Nia Blackwood had disappeared into. The King’s corridor.

Beside me, Alpha Theo exhaled tiredly as though the tension of the day had finally caught up to him. “I still cannot believe she spoke like that in there,” he muttered.

A faint smile pulled at my lips. “Neither can the rest of the hall.”

Theo shook his head slowly, though there was no anger in his expression. Only confusion. And concern. “I almost thought Darius would have me thrown out before the meeting ended.”

I chuckled lightly. “The King looked more intrigued than offended.”

That earned me a sideways glance from him. We walked slowly across the courthouse steps while guards and attendants moved around us. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then I finally asked the question lingering in my mind. “Why did you bring her to the Submit?”

Theo looked ahead quietly for a second before answering. “I honestly did not want to at first. She practically forced me,” he sighed. “Nia begged for days.”

That did not sound like the Nia I remembered. The girl I knew barely spoke above a whisper whenever outsiders visited Meadow Crest.

She avoided attention. Avoided crowds. Avoided Alphas entirely.

And yet today, she stood in the middle of Hollow Creek’s council hall and challenged an entire room full of powerful men without trembling once. The difference was impossible not to notice.

Theo rubbed a hand over his beard tiredly. “She has been different since the attack.” My expression stilled slightly.

Different.

“After I found her half-dead in the woods that night,” Theo continued quietly. “Soaked in blood.” The image alone darkened my mood instantly. Theo’s voice lowered further. “I thought I had lost my only child.” Something tightened briefly in my chest at the pain in his voice.

“She started changing after she recovered,” he continued. “Asking questions. Reading constantly. Involving herself in pack matters she never cared about before.”

I frowned slightly. That explained some things. But not all. Because what I saw today was more than trauma. More than confidence.

Nia spoke like someone trained to stand among rulers. Like someone who understood power too well.

Theo gave a tired laugh under his breath. “She wanted to come here so badly that I finally gave in.” He shook his head. “After almost losing her, I would probably give her the moon itself if it meant keeping her alive.”

A small silence settled between us. Then I nodded once. “I understand.” And I did. Because when I visited Meadow Crest after the attack…I had been unsettled too.

I still remembered walking into that quiet room and seeing her lying weakly on the bed, pale beneath layers of blankets. She had looked fragile enough to disappear completely. And yet, when her eyes opened briefly, something about them stayed with me.

Something I couldn’t explain. At the time, I ignored the feeling.

But today, when I stood before her and held her gaze, I felt that same strange pull again. Stronger this time. Deeper. And I could only hope it wasn’t what I thought it was.

Soon after, my Beta approached from across the courtyard. “Alpha, the entourage is ready.”

I nodded once. Then my gaze drifted toward the palace one last time—toward the corridor Nia had disappeared into. Something about her meeting with Darius unsettled me. But I pushed the feeling aside and followed my Beta toward the waiting Rolls-Royce Phantom parked at the front of the courthouse.

***

Meadow Crest looked calmer than it had during my last visit.

The pack guards stationed at the gates bowed immediately as my convoy entered the territory, and within minutes, I was seated across from Alpha Theo inside the pack courthouse.

Maps and patrol reports covered the large wooden table between us.

“The western forest line remains vulnerable,” I said, pointing at one of the marked regions. “If rogues breach from here again, response time will still be too slow.”

Theo nodded tiredly. “I’ve already doubled patrol units there.”

“It’s not enough.”

He sighed heavily. “You sound exactly like my daughter now.”

That caught my attention immediately. I leaned back slightly. “Still talking about rogue strategies?”

“She hardly talks about anything else these days.” Something unreadable crossed Theo’s face. “Honestly, Kael… sometimes I look at her and wonder what exactly changed after that attack.”

I remained silent. Because I had been asking myself the same question ever since the Submit. An hour later, our discussion finally ended.

As I stepped out of the courthouse with my Beta behind me, the late afternoon wind swept through the training grounds nearby. Then I heard it. The sharp crack of wooden swords colliding. My eyes shifted instinctively toward the open arena. And froze. Nia.

She stood in the center of the training ground dressed in fitted black training gear, her hair tied back loosely as sweat glistened faintly along her neck.

For a moment, I genuinely thought I was looking at the wrong person.

Nia Blackwood? Training?

My feet stopped moving without permission. I watched quietly from the stone pathway. She moved again. Fast. Precise.

Her trainer lunged toward her, but she pivoted smoothly and knocked his weapon aside before correcting his footing mid-fight.

“No,” she said calmly. “If your balance shifts that far left, you expose your ribs.”

The trainer blinked at her. Then actually adjusted.

I stared. What the hell? An Omega should not move like that.

Should not command warriors like that. And definitely should not look so natural doing it. But Nia did. Everything about her looked… practiced. Controlled. Like combat lived in her body already.

A strange heat stirred low in my chest as I continued watching her.

Then before I realized it, I was already walking toward the arena.

The trainer noticed me first and immediately straightened.

“Alpha Kael.”

Nia turned sharply. The moment her eyes landed on me, genuine surprise crossed her face. And then, a faint blush. It appeared so briefly I almost thought I imagined it. Interesting.

I stepped closer slowly, unable to stop the small smile pulling at my mouth. “You mind if I join?”

For a second, she simply stared at me. Then she recovered quickly.

“Why not?” she said lightly.

Good thing I was already dressed in training joggers. I handed my watch and my phone to my Beta before stepping into the arena opposite her. Up close, I could smell her again. And Goddess, that scent was becoming a serious problem.

The sparring began gently. Like testing and careful movements.

But within seconds, I realized something alarming. She was good.

Very good. Not merely trained. Skilled.

She blocked my strike neatly and twisted away faster than most warriors I knew. I increased my speed. So did she. The wooden swords clashed harder now. Faster. Sweat glimmered faintly against her skin as she moved.

And the more she fought, the more stunned I became. No Omega should be capable of this level of combat. Not even close. Then suddenly she shifted her stance and my chest tightened sharply.

I recognized that move. Not from Meadow Crest. From royal combat training. I knew because I had seen Queen Serafina use that exact footwork years ago during palace demonstrations. The realization distracted me for half a second. And she nearly knocked me flat because of it.

I caught up quickly, turned, and used the momentum against her.

The next thing I knew, she landed beneath me against the training mat with a sharp breath.

Silence fell around us instantly.

My hand slightly above her head. Her body pressed partly beneath mine. Too close. Way too close. Our eyes locked. And then I reached down instinctively to pull her up. The moment my skin touched hers—

something hit me. Sharp. Violent. Like electricity exploding straight through my chest. I froze completely.

So did she. The world around us disappeared for one terrifying second. My wolf surged forward so suddenly it nearly knocked the breath out of me. Mate. The word slammed through my head with brutal clarity.

My pulse thundered. Impossible. My eyes locked onto hers again.

And judging from the stunned look on her face, she felt it too.

Nia pulled away first. Almost too fast. She stood abruptly and avoided my gaze. “Thank you for the spar,” she said quietly.

Her voice sounded slightly uneven now. Then she turned and walked away before I could stop her. I remained standing in the middle of the arena, completely still. My heart was still pounding violently against my ribs.

There was no denying it anymore. Nia Blackwood was my mate