The Omega Every Alpha Wants As Their Luna

Her Voice

Nia’s POV

Soon, the Submit began. Discussions on politics, trade, internal affairs, and international relations filled the hall. The Alphas spoke in polished voices, throwing around statistics, agreements, and complicated strategies. But my mind wasn’t there.

My eyes kept drifting back to Darius and Lina. My head felt like a battlefield of memories. Serafina’s memories. I kept trying to figure out when and how Darius and Lina became involved with each other.

And worse—whether Lina had something to do with the accusation that led to my execution.

I wouldn’t put it past her. She had always been a green snake.

Aria hissed quietly inside me.

“The eastern trade routes have suffered additional losses this quarter,” an Alpha announced.

Immediately, the room grew more serious. My attention snapped back to the discussion.

“Rogues?” another Alpha asked.

The first Alpha nodded grimly. “Three attacks in the last month alone.” A faint murmur spread across the hall.

“The damaged caravans will be compensated through adjusted trade taxation,” one Alpha suggested. Several others nodded in agreement.

I stared at them. Compensated? That was all?

Another Alpha sighed tiredly. “At this point, rogue attacks are becoming unavoidable in smaller territories.”

Something cold settled heavily in my chest. Unavoidable. Like people dying was simply part of governance now. An accepted collateral damage.

The discussion continued, but my thoughts spiraled again. Another memory surfaced. A younger version of myself standing inside Darius’s private study years ago. Reports of border attacks had been spread across his desk that night.

“Security should come before profit,” Serafina had argued.

Darius looked exhausted back then, one hand pressed against his temple. “You think I don’t know that?” he had replied sharply.

The memory disappeared as quickly as it came. I blinked slowly and forced myself back to the present. My pulse was rising now. The voices around me started blending together.

Taxes.

Compensation.

Border losses.

Patrol costs.

Not one person in this room sounded concerned enough about the lives being lost. Not one.

Then an Alpha near the end of the table said casually,

“You cannot prevent every rogue attack. The important thing is maintaining order afterward.”

That did it. Before I could stop myself, I spoke. “How many more packs need to lose people before the rogues are treated as an actual threat?”

Silence crashed through the hall.

My father instantly turned to glare at me, his eyes warning me to sit down and remember where I was. An Omega did not interrupt the Annual Submit. Especially not in front of the Lycan King. But I only gave him a small look in return. Trust me.

Before he could stop me, I stood up. “Your Majesty, forgive my interruption,” I said calmly, forcing my voice not to shake. “But I have to speak because I am living proof of what rogue attacks are doing to this kingdom.”

The hall grew still. “I am Nia Blackwood, daughter of Alpha Theo Blackwood of Meadow Crest. A month ago, rogues attacked my pack.”

A wave of murmurs spread across the room immediately. Some Alphas frowned openly. Others looked irritated by my audacity.

An Omega standing and speaking in the middle of the Submit was unacceptable. Speaking over Alphas discussing kingdom affairs?

Even worse.

My eyes slowly lifted toward Darius. He was staring directly at me.

Those sharp amber eyes remained fixed on my face, unreadable and heavy enough to make my heartbeat quicken. For one tense moment, I thought he would shut me down. Or worse, order me removed from the hall entirely. Instead, he raised one hand.

Instant silence returned.

“Go on,” Darius said.

The entire room seemed surprised by his response. Including me.

I lowered my head slightly. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

I took a slow breath before continuing. “The rogue problem is no longer isolated to small territories,” I said. “In the last six months alone, attacks have increased across the eastern and southern routes. Entire caravans are disappearing before reaching the trade crossings.”

The hall remained silent. I continued carefully. “Meadow Crest lost twelve wolves in a single night during the last attack. Three were children.” Several Alphas shifted uncomfortably.

“River Fang lost two supply camps last winter. Moon Valley reported missing patrol guards only three weeks ago. Smaller packs near the outer territories are losing people faster than they can replace them.”

I paused briefly. “And yet… every discussion today has focused on compensation after attacks happen.”

My voice remained calm, but I could feel my pulse beating harder now. “No amount of compensation brings back dead wolves.”

Silence deepened across the hall. Even the Alphas who looked annoyed earlier were listening now.

“The rogues are becoming organized,” I continued. “Their attacks are no longer random. They strike trade routes at the same time, target weaker territories first, and disappear before reinforcements arrive.”

I looked around the hall slowly. “That means someone is training them. Funding them. Or feeding them information.”

That statement caused immediate tension in the room. Several Alphas exchanged glances. One of them straightened in his seat.

I kept going before anyone could interrupt me. “If the throne keeps reacting after attacks instead of preventing them, the rogues will only grow bolder.”

My eyes shifted back to Darius. “The outer territories need stronger patrol stations, faster communication between packs, and permanent border guards—not temporary responses after blood has already been spilled.”

Another pause. “Smaller packs should also be allowed direct emergency access to Hollow Creek instead of waiting for requests to pass through regional Alphas first. By the time approval arrives, people are already dead.”

The hall was completely silent now. No whispers. No movement.

Nothing. I slowly lowered my hands, only then realizing I had been speaking with them unconsciously.

My breathing became uneven. And suddenly, I became aware of every eye in the room. The Alphas were staring at me. Not with irritation anymore. With shock. Even my father looked stunned.

Like he no longer recognized the quiet daughter he brought to Hollow Creek.

Then my eyes moved back to Darius. And my chest tightened instantly. Because the look on his face—I knew that look.

He used to wear it whenever Serafina challenged him privately inside the palace. It wasn't anger. Not exactly. But something like recognition mixed with disturbance. Like he had just heard something familiar and did not understand why. For a second, neither of us looked away.

Then movement beside my father caught my attention. The Alpha who had greeted my father and I when we first arrived, the one seated closest to him—was watching me with open interest.

And slowly…he smiled at me.