The Omega's True Mate

urd,' I mutt

eam or trance. I mean, this whole

all. As a weak Omega, my plan was to live a secluded life as a princess, maybe find my real m

the steps that led to the throne. I don't know what he did exactly, but I saw him

e, a table appeared between

been in the throne room for as long as I could remem

ally was, just to confirm my hunch. It was no longer

d my gaze back to the man. It was very rare for Werewolves to use magic;

f normal fabric. A witch must have made it. That means... Damn

because of their power

poke to each other, but I could tell that

ind as my father walked down the steps

nd the horseman from my perspective, but I was sure to have

he horseman circled around the table and stood beside my

ter all 'a part of the trade'. It was only right t

d me toward the throne. Damon's body was still shak

nd shook my head as I mou

a whisper, "I'

ss, remorse, and other melancholic emotions related to death, was what I felt for him, because I knew that he was going

rone room saw me as some useless sack of bones that needed to

nt, in which the trade's terms and conditions were neatly scribbled. I would ha

gnature, the horseman's signature, and my fa

seman passed me the fountain pen anyway.

wouldn't know if the signature was mine or not, but my father could easily tell, and it made me

me like some worthless object. It paled in comparison

my father, prompting him to slightly turn

omposure and he nodded in re

ds me. He raised his right hand and

your blood to seal the

nched

reverberated across the throne room

xit. He was partially transformed, his fangs reflecting t

before us. And then again, I found myself before the table. My fa

h, appeared beside his partner and my

his body. I found it standing straight before the entra

usting, it

the men before me, my

the