3. Mateless Omega

Damian

“The High Queen has summoned for you,” my father muttered as soon as I entered his study. He was busy scribbling something in his notebook, as he always did, too busy to pay attention to his family, always free for everything else. I clenched my jaw, not bothering to take a seat. His chairs were occupied otherwise with papers, books and stuff. 

“Why?” I asked, disinterested. I hated the palace. Despite being a vampire, I get freaky vibes from the officials there and the High Queen. She just made me feel uneasy. But to everyone else, especially according to my parents, I am her favourite and they try to push me and involve me in every palace related stuff because they wanted me to become an official in the court. As if being a prince of the north wasn’t enough. 

“What do you mean, why?” My father finally looks up from the scribbled notes. I scowl. “I mean, why do I have to go running to her, every time she calls for me?” 

My father’s brow knit together, his lips form a thin line. I am familiar with this expression. He is going to give me yet another lecture on how it is a privilege to be called by the High queen, how anyone would do anything to stay in her favour. So I level my gaze with his, and ready myself for the same. But surprisingly it never comes. He exhaled a deep sigh and stood up. 

Placing an ink-stained hand on my shoulder, he said, “Ian, we have no choice but to comply and you don’t have either.” He turned back, silently dismissing and leaving me baffled as ever. 

As I walked to my room, my thoughts oscillated from what my father just said and about my so-called mate. Do I tell this to Melissa? But my sister had a big mouth so she would definitely tell such a huge thing to our mother. I settled for keeping it to myself for now. 

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The palace was cold, as it usually was, and heavily guarded. Sometimes, I got flashes of grainy memories that did not add up to this place. “I was summoned by Her Highness,” I announced to the guard standing outside the court. 

The guard bowed and moved aside. When I entered, the queen was alone. She sat on the always polished and shining golden throne, which honestly looked ridiculous. Who in this century sits on a throne? 

Her red gown rippled as she stood up and walked down the flight of steps, a movement that seemed awfully familiar to me. I bowed respectfully. “Her Majesty summoned me.”

Her red-painted lips curved into an icy smile. Her calculative gaze remained fixed on me. “You went hunting in the lycans’ forest?” Her tone was not reproachful, but it was authoritative. I inhaled sharply. How did she…?

Well, of course, she had spies everywhere. I squared my shoulder. “I was...exploring,” I replied. In honesty, I had almost navigated to the forest, as if called by someone. I was hunting in the suburbs, and then I sensed something and before I knew it, I was racing towards the woods. 

The Queen gave a minute nod. She then turned her back towards me and walked up the small flight of steps before sitting on the throne again. I clasped my hands behind my back, focusing on the blue flames burning on the torches attached to the walls. The court was bare of any other luxury. 

“I choose to believe you, Damian. But please be more careful and mindful of place and people,” she replied, boring her gaze into mine. I nodded stiffly. 

“I have called you for another reason. I would like to send you to destroy the Blackwood pack. The pack near the woods you visited,” she said. I stiffened. The girl’s face flashing in my mind instantly. Even though she had rejected me, I still felt the bond. Feeble, but it was there. The thought of vanquishing the pack, seemed extreme, as most of her commands were, and even though I wanted to, I was in no position to question her decision.

“Prince Damian?” I startled and looked at her. 

I hastily bowed. “As Her Majesty wishes.”

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For the first time, I felt something foreign settle in my gut. I felt cagey, restless. I took out my phone and called Aaron, my right-hand man. “Blackwood pack is creating problems, I heard?” He replied after a few moments. Maybe surprised by my behaviour. I usually order them to wipe out the packs that create problems and doesn’t wish to negotiate. 

“Ah...yes. Their alpha is not ready to negotiate with us. Should we wipe them out?” His voice was dangerously sinister. These small packs didn’t stand a chance against us, but this time I was hesitant. “No...give them a warning and if they still fail to negotiate, then…” I paused. “Kill them all.” 

~~**~~

Myra 

I woke up from a restful sleep, which in itself alerted me. I was never allowed to sleep in. I looked out of the roof window and saw that dusk was settling in. I sat up. I hurriedly went out of the room, ignoring the protests of my sore muscles from such rigorous movements. My heart pounded and my Akira whimpered. I had been feeling weak for the past few days, after rejecting that blood-sucker. But I managed to do my chores and attend classes. When I reached the main hall, I found it deserted, which alleviated my panic. Where was everyone? I frantically searched every room, but not a single person was in sight. My heart sank as realisation slowly dawned upon me. They had left and abandoned me in the process. Yet I refused to believe it wholly. 

They wouldn’t be that cruel, would they? Did they forget about me? Did they forget to inform me that they would be shifting to some other place? I was breathing heavily as I stood in the middle of the room, looking around the bare space. My vision blurred as the weight of reality sunk in even more. 

It seems now, not only I am a mateless omega but also a rogue.