The Omega's True Mate

Elora's POV“Huh? What do you mean?” I muttered in puzzlement, my eyelids fluttering incessantly like a butterfly’s wing.What did he mean by selling me off to the Greyhound Pack?The Greyhound Pack, I very much knew. It was one of the realm’s most popular Pack, or Kingdom in the case, only second to the Crescent Pack.I heard that their Lycan King, Alaric Greyhound, was more of a dictator than a ruler, but no one has ever left the kingdom. Instead, more people flocked under his iron-fisted rule, since that was what made the kingdom so prosperous.Tch. Why am I even thinking about that now? Now wasn't the time for history, now was the time to make history… Hopefully one with a good conclusion. Selling me off to another Lycan King was absurd.I was the daughter of a Lycan King myself. Though I must say that my father is quite old and has gotten weak, due to the many battles he fought in the past. It was thanks to people like him that most kingdoms now lived at peace with each other.Bu

Elora's POV The horseman with Damon’s head in his hand, raised it high and gave a warning to everyone in the throne room.My father sighed ruefully, “That was foolish of him, I apologise.”The horseman scoffed, “You are not to blame. Children of this era have always been so naive. Perhaps, it's time we brought back the Scarlet-Crest era.”For the first time in a long time, I saw my father shrink in fear. What was so fearful about some Scarlet-Crest era? Perhaps that was one of the times in the era of war?He swallowed hard and dropped his headThe horseman simply shook his head and walked away. The other horseman still had his index claw out. I didn't even wait for him to ask before stretching my hand towards him. He made a clean cut on my thumb and gestured for me to press it on the parchment, which I did without complaint.I was still in shock of Damon’s swift death. I had no feelings for him, but he was still a wolf that had siblings to take care of. I decided not to ask anymore q

My grip on the handle of my bag tightened as I lifted it closer to my chest. Looking outside the window of the carriage, I gazed at the grand mansion looming ahead. Several tall pillars stood at different sections of the mansion and they were so large that I could only imagine how thick they were going to be if I was to get close to them. Thick ivy crawled up the pillars and scattered across the stone wall of the mansion, giving it shades of green that added to it's magnificence. Large arched windows lined the walls, giving off a golden glint as the sun hit their glass. The light casted off of it exuded a warm, almost inviting glow that seemed to be a stark contrast to the cold and imposing features of the building. My grip on my bag lessened.Slowly, the carriage rode into the mansion's compound and the uncomfortable graveled path beneath it's wheels slowly transitioned to smooth cobblestones. I was still taking in my new surrounding when the carriage suddenly came to a halt at th

The servants quarters weren't as good as I thought they would be. Mud and different types of waste surrounded the space, giving it a very dirty look. I hoped the inside looked much better than the outside. Boy, was I wrong? I entered the room that had been assigned to me and sighed. Throwing my bag to the ground, I walked over to the closed window and pushed it open. A cloud of dust swirled in the dim light, filling the entire room as the window creaked open. Coughing and sneezing, I quickly placed my hands over my nose and ran over to the window. I took in a deep breath of the air outside, only to gag as the air filled my lungs. I quickly closed the window and retreated back into the room as the urge to throw up filled me. I cupped my hands over my nose as I ran around the place, looking for some kind of relief. The stale, musty odour that had been trapped inside the room was overwhelming and somehow seemed to seep in through the crevices of my palm, making the situation even wor

"The Lycan King awaits you." I looked at the guard who had brought me here for a few moments before turning to the door that separated me from the Alpha. Slowly, I approached the large door as my heart pounded in my ears. Taking in a deep breath, I reached for it, my knuckle hovering over it's frame. I had barely touched the wood when I suddenly heard a voice from the other side call, "Enter, Elora." I turned to the guard who gave me a small nod before taking some steps back. I hesitated for a moment before placing my hands on the brass handle. Exhaling softly, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was large and I awed at its opulence. Large ornaments and artworks stood at different sections of the room. The fireplace was lit, giving the place a small warm glow. Paintings hung on the walls, adding to the artistic aura that the room exuded. A large diamond encrusted chandelier hung f