The Omega's Fate

"Where the hell is she?"

Lyne resisted the urge to curse as she heard her step-sister's voice in the corridor.

She packed her bags with force, lips pouted as she detests the family trip to the South Jungle. The jungle is a heritage passed down to their Father as the royal family and that is where they spend their vacation.

Living with eight siblings which all are her steps has been a living hell for her as she has had to live with discrimination and bullying for years. And for what? Simply because she doesn't have a wolf. Turning 21 next year without a mate, she cared less but it only made her a laughing stock the more.

She has been told stories about her mother and father several times by Akeila, an old seer in the pack. She knew her mother was very beautiful with golden hair like hers. Slender body and red lips. She was told her mother was a great warrior even though she wasn't a wolf. That was one reason why Styx, her father had chosen to keep her as one of his wives. When her mother, Gillian was pregnant, Akeila said she foresaw that her baby was going to be a savior to the whole pack and was going to be very powerful. The packs and other royal household members were awaiting a baby with a huge powerful wolf inside of her until they were told she was pure human just like her mother. She became a disappointment to everyone asides from her mother who didn't have the opportunity to see her grow as she died on the battlefield when she was barely a month old.

With tears in her eyes, she replayed the words of her sisters in her head.

'You mean nothing to us. You mean nothing to everyone.'

Korba, her most hated stepsister who was preparing for her marriage soon with Azrael, stepped into her room.

Azrael, the chief warrior who is also a leader of the wolf army has been Lyne's biggest crush since she was eight. When she was a kid, she would often run towards the field to watch him train others without his shirt on. She has always fantasized about herself in his arms and she knew if Azrael had lured her to his bed, she wouldn't think twice before giving in.

All her dreams shattered when she overheard her Father talking with him.

"I'd love to arrange the wedding between your daughter and I soon. I would want to marry her after this month." She heard his deep voice as she was on her way to the King's chamber to report her sisters to him.

Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered who it could be. Who was Azrael's mate amongst the King's daughters? Could it be her? But her face fell when she heard him say next.

"Korba has grown into a beautiful young woman. It won't be nice to keep her waiting after all these years."

She should have known. Who would want to mate with a mixed breed? Her mother was human and her father a wolverine, and she doesn't have a wolf. Slowly, her dreams crashed and she forgot about trying to fit in the boxes of her family.

"Looks like someone's mood has been ruined." A wry voice sounded behind Lyne, and she was snapped back to reality.

Korba Rook, twenty-one years old with thick black hair that sits on her head like wool. Her skin as pale as a ghost and her lips always cracked. Her eyes sunk into their sockets. Her cheekbones are protruded and her tall lanky body makes her look like she can break anytime.

Her full profile can make anyone think she's always sick.

So this was the woman Azrael, the most powerful and handsome man she knows has chosen to marry. Although Lyne was also slim, she had a good shape that could pass for a model. Her long golden colored hair brought out her soft pink colored skin. This color matches her red tiny lips, long lashes, and blue eyes that looked like the ocean. She wondered if Azrael is suffering from any eye problem.

"No one's mood is ruined," Lyne replied to her sister as she kept packing her bags. "I'm just doing what I'm meant to do. Follow everybody's rules since I don't matter to anyone."

"What a fool," Korba spat, her face crumpled in disdain. "How do you expect to matter to anyone if you are not one of us? Why you don't even have talent."

"Of course, I do. What would you say about my dreams that come true?" She inquired mildly.

"Oh my God! Baby, that's a coincidence," her sister placed a hand on her shoulder.

"And it's nonsense-"

"Nonsense? How?" Lyne dropped the cloth she was holding before turning to her sister. "I can't believe you're saying this. My dream saved our Father, remember?"

"You mean, almost killed him? You lured the werecats with your nonsense!" They were both standing, faces inches apart. The hatred between them grew as usual.

Lyne raised a brow, "I wasn't the one wearing a scent strong enough to bring them to our pride. You were supposed to protect Father as a wolf that you claim to be, why weren't you there?"

There was silence for a while as Korba looked away defeated.

"This isn't over yet, freak!" With that, she turned and left the room.

Zeidan Bran stood in front of the long window in his office, overlooking the city. A glass of scotch in hand, he dipped his left hand in his pocket.

He is a good six feet tall, has dark brows, and his hair a rich dark brown, matching the color of his eyes, brown. His broad stature gives him a handsome profile. He is every girl's dream man but he knows that he can only marry one of his kind.

Someone bold enough to carry on with him. A woman with enough wisdom to run his Kingdom in the underworld. And he knew that person is no other than Luana, the beautiful but ruthless fighter.

Zeidan is very well aware of the rumors about her in the Vampire city about how tough and wicked she is. She was even nicknamed the ' terror Queen'. He had sent her a message for them to talk over dinner at a fancy restaurant.

The elevator bell chimed and he believed Luana has arrived. However, he was wrong for as he turned, he barely escaped a knife that swiped past his nose. Thank God for vampire speed.

"Who do we have here? The werecats?" He called out with scorn as the three men in grey and black long coats stepped into his office. They were all wearing hats.

Despite their uniformed dresses, Zeidan could still make out who they are.

"Gorge, Tate, Reyns. To whom do I owe this visit?"

"You do know why we are here, Zeidan," Tate called, his hoarse voice barely audible.

"If you're talking about the Onyx, till you die and reincarnate in a million years, you will never have your hands on it. Not while it's still in my possession." He made to walk past them when the trio drew out their weapons and started fighting him.

His speed was making it hard for others to tame him. While Tate and Reyns kept fighting him, Gorge was looking for the Onyx.

Looking around the big office, he was wondering where to start searching when he noticed a tiny light shining out of a room.

With a smile on his face, he stepped toward the room.

"Come here treasure," he chuckled and made to enter but was met with a kick on the face making him fall flat.

Looking up, his face turned into one who's in despair. Long brown and curly hair, black eyes, seductive lips, and body. Swaying her hips towards Gorge, the others saw her from afar and vanished.

"Well, I do always fancy a fight before enjoyment." Her thick long eyelashes batted her cheeks as she looked up at Zeidan who looked rough already, but still good-looking.

"These werecats are known to be quite rogues, if I remember correctly, my father has waged war against them times without number for overstepping their boundaries." A speculative smile played on her beautiful lips.

"It's a shame you Cats won't learn at all from your past experiences."

Gorge cleared his throat before rising to his feet. "The Onyx is our heritage, we won't rest until we have it."

With that, he vanished into thin air as well. Leaving her alone with Zeidan.

"Pests they are!" She sighed before sitting on one of the executive chairs. Dressed in black pants and a flower-printed top that did little to conceal her breast.

"Who are you?" Zeidan asked as he moved towards her.

"I'm Luana," she crossed her legs.

"How did you get in?" He inquired, brows furrowing. He looked at the elevator and back.

"You didn't walk in through that, did you?"

Luana's laughter filled the room before standing up to the long window, where the Werecats knife had been through. She ran her fingers across the damage before replying.

"I guess you weren't told that I'm not some random girl. I'm nothing like the ones you relate to within your world," her lips twitched as she said the last two words.

"Why did you choose here anyway?" She walked back to where Zeidan was seated.

"It's my way of relaxing. Living here is okay to me because for a few moments, I forget I'm a vampire King."

"Trying to neglect duties, isn't it?" He felt her breath behind him. Her hands were running over his chest. He checked the wall clock and realized it was 10:00 pm already.

He stood up and held Luana between his arms, allowing his lips to crush hers.

"You do know why I called you here, don't you?" Zeidan asked.

"To be your Queen." Luana smiled as she kissed him again. Their mouths caressed each other with intended ease that belied Zeidan's arousal and the hard length of him pressing against her.

His hands trailed over her breasts, her arched back and hips leisurely as if expecting a signal inside of him. What more could he ask for? He was aroused already.

But inside he felt like this isn't right. This isn't how he's supposed to feel. He broke their kiss, frowning.

"What is it?" Luana asked eyes widened.

He stared at her for a while before pulling her in for another kiss. Luana took this time to explore him as well as she ran her palms over the hardness of his shoulders and chest. She expected him to shiver at her every touch but at every peak, they were almost getting to, the fire would stop burning.

As the moment passed, every caress, every touch did little to stir up the fire he had clogged inside of him. He tried hard to get her related to him. His body warmed up, head pounding, he felt his gums aching and he wondered if this is it. Until it stopped.

He disentangled himself from her embrace, trying hard to comport himself.

"Let's just go to the restaurant. We can get to know more about ourselves there." He turned and picked up his suit jacket before moving towards the elevator, Luana tailing behind.

Getting into the black BMW car with the woman beside him, he wondered if this was going to work.

He started the engine after a glance at Luana whose face displayed plenty of unasked questions. He wished he could answer them all but then he was confused himself.

They drove past the hustling and bustling environment of the city.

Luana raked her hands through her hair before breaking the silence that has ensued between them since they left the office.

"Is there a reason we can't eat dinner at your place?"

Zeidan turned the car to the right as they moved into what looked like a small town with mountains surrounding it. Tall trees silhouetted against the golden moon and the noises from the busy road dying behind them.

"Because I wish to eat at a place that's not in my world," he replied, emphasizing his last words to refer back to Luana's statement earlier.

They drove past tall ancient buildings and soon it looked like they were going into a dark forest. And they drove for a long time, in silence.

They got to a clear path after a long drive, and from afar, they could see a fountain. A big building ornated with golden flowers, trimmed flowers surrounding the place, and dimmed lanterns lighting up everywhere.

"Where is this place?" Luana inquired as the car stopped and they both got down.

"This is my palace." Zeidan walked majestically to his palace. Moving closer, some figures looked like shadows standing around everywhere and until they moved closer, Luana wouldn't have thought they were his workers.

"Welcome, your Highness." A figure that looked more important than the others greeted them before leading them in.

"We've got more problems than you can ever think of," the tall lanky man whispered before glancing toward Luana.

"Your guest is the 'terror Queen'?"

"I think it's best we talk about the problems, Wikh." He patted the man's back before leading him to a room.

"The Onyx...the WereCats have found out where it is!"

This message sent shivers down his spine.

"But how?" He wondered.

"We don't know ourselves, but we suspect that we have a traitor amongst us," Wikh suggested, his expression thoughtful.

Luana walked in on the men as she had been listening to their conversation from where she stood. She felt it right to intervene.

"I could help."

"Seriously, not you," Wikh began to say but was paused by Zeidan who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'd suggest we increase your army because the way I see it, the Werecats might outnumber us and defeat us-"

"Hold up, good gracious, your Highness, why is she using the word 'us'?" Wikh was beginning to be impatient with the woman's sophisticated character.

"Because very soon, I'm going to be your Queen and I'm going to make sure everything goes right," Luana spat before continuing.

"Zeidan, it's best you receive help from the ones who have the best Soldiers. They will help us defeat these Werecats I'm sure."

"Like your father?" Zeidan asked, brows drawn together.

"No. Like the Wolf packs."

Tension grew in the room suddenly and Luana quickly regretted her suggestion.

Zeidan could remember what history has to say about their relationship. Years of hatred waxing strong between the two groups. The Vampires and the wolverines never see eye to eye and this has been going on for ages.

Before his father's demise, he could remember being told what calamity the werewolves have brought to the vampire city and why they now have extra security. On that fateful evening, his Father had gone out to hunt for blood when he met with a pack of Wolves on his territory.

"This place is out of bound for you Wolves. We have nothing in common so I don't see why we can ever have a smooth relationship." Hail, Zeidan's father called out to the big wolf that stood in front.

"You will not tell us what to do, Hail." Azrael snorted, fangs gritted. "You all waste your prey by sucking their blood and leaving them while we see the need to clear up the mess and finish them once and for all."

But the vampires won't succumb to their threats. So, under the full moon, the vampires and werewolves fought till there was no space left on the ground to fit a foot without being smeared by blood.

His father died the following morning from the wound.

Zeidan's eyes were lined with tears already and he swallowed trying hard to comport himself.

He looked at Luana whose wide eyes stare back at him in regret.

"Don't feel bad, Luana, you have said well." Zeidan's eyes bore on her as if she was some screen that can be read.

" Your suggestion sounds good." He nodded to the man beside him.

"I also wonder if the Alpha will release his armies to you without asking for something in return. We both know how selfish he can be." Luana flung her hair backward as she said thoughtfully.

"Something like what?" It was Wikh who asked this time.

"Something so special. Something the wolves have been fighting to possess for a long time." Her red lips slightly parted as those words dropped like bombs, shattering Zeidan's heart as he mumbled.

"The Onyx."

"But I'll say that you propose something else to him. I hear he has a daughter not too important to them. She's as good as dead in their eyes. You can ask to marry her just to join forces with his men. She'll be our pawn." She sounded so confident.

"You're right. Don't worry, I know what to do." He has had enough brainstorming for the night.

"Wikh, take Luana to the Royal Chamber at the end of this corridor and make sure she is being taken care of properly. By the full moon, I'll do well to introduce her to the whole Vampirinos. As for the Wolf pack, arrange a meeting with them by the South Jungle. I hear that's where they'll be by this season."

"Of course, Your Highness. Of course." Wikh smiled wryly before leading Luana to the Chamber. "This way."

He knew he had no choice but to go by what Luana had just said. If he wants to keep the Onyx safe, he has to drop his ego and ask for a little help. It wouldn't hurt, he thought. The only problem is, that the Alpha is a ruthless leader. He has to find a way to convince him.

The jar shattered against the rocky wall that holds the cave right where the Cat leader lives.

"Holy crap. That woman has crossed me for the last time."

Cat Shelbrooke furiously ran his fingers through his spooky hair as he glared at the three cats before him.

One was full of orange furs and looked fat like an overfed pet. Another had black fur with a few white colors sprinkled on some parts. The last one that stood before their King looked like an underfed cat with its bony cheeks where whiskers grew and green eyes that looked like they could get lost in its socket. It had a grey fur color that did little to cover its ribs.

Shelbrooke looked away from the cats he so much trusted. His own most reliable cats were beaten like mere commoners by a woman.

Luana.

He was going to make sure she pays for it. He rose from his throne, now transformed, pacing back and forth in the cave, his pitch-black fur concealing his limbs as they drop on his body like black waterfalls. His stony eyes looked like they can kill one at a spot with just a stare. Those eyes gave a full light under the moon.

How could his army be such cowards? He was pretty sure they wouldn't have run if it was someone else asides from Luana. At least, someone less terrific. If there was someone he's been wanting to come across again, it will be Luana. Her father was the reason why they lost a lot of soldiers.

He grunted in disdain, strode back to his throne, and sat down.

"I need more information about where the Onyx is. After the full moon, we will be declaring war!" He commanded, his roaring voice tearing the cave and across.

The three cats whimpered as they retreated, their limbs shivering.

"Gorge!" He called and the cat with orange furs walked towards him, fear evident in his eyes.

"You will watch every step of that Vampire King and make sure none of our plans fails. This time, I need more hard work!" After his last word, he pounced on Gorge, his forelimb pressed against his face.

"You hear me?!" Gorge whimpered while the others nodded and whispered a yes.

Lyne knew this wasn't going to be a good idea. Following her sisters to the South Jungle was only going to be the same as before. Full of teases, taunting, and more bullying.

Her father can only do two things to help. Call her a weakling for not being able to stand up for herself or repeat the story about how she is nothing like her late mother.

Lyne watched all her siblings shift into wolves and run through the jungle, going to hunt. She so much wished she could do the same.

Going inside her room, she grabbed her bonnet and her boots. She was wearing black pants and a yellow long-sleeved top to protect her skin from the biting sun. She went under her bed and brought out a box on which was inscribed on it her mother's name in bold.

Gillian.

Opening it, she grabbed the bow and arrow that was inside it and admired it at first as she ran her fingers through the weapon.

Looking through the corridor, she realized it was empty.

Lyne wasn't certain what she was doing but she hoped it wouldn't lead her into trouble. Passing through the back of the building that stood erect behind a fence built with large rocks, she passed through the shabby grasses that rose in the middle. She passed by scattered flowers that were so pulled together she wondered if there was a path there.

When she couldn't get through, she knew she had no choice but to climb the fence. Wearing her hair up in a ponytail, she climbed the wall and jumped down to the other side. A dangerous attempt, all to prove her worth.

For a moment, she felt free and able to do whatever she wants. She ran through the woods and into the forest as the morning air brushed through her hair. This was it. Freedom. That was what she's always wanted. She felt the moment in her skin, her head, her heart until a spear crossed her front and went deep into a tree.

She gasped and missed her steps, causing her to fall.

"I'd suggest you watch where you're going, next time missus." A deep voice that sounded angelic seeped through her eardrums and for a while, she felt shy and didn't want to look back at the owner of the voice.

"Are you ok?" The voice called again and hearing footsteps, she knew he was coming towards her.

What if he was one of her father's army? What if he was sent to kill the Royal family and he recognizes her? He'll surely kill her.

"I won't hurt you," she heard him say and this time, his voice was firm but assuring.

Slowly, she let her eyes meet his and her heart skipped many beats for she has never seen such a handsome man before.

Intelligent ocean blue eyes gaze back at him with such innocence he was forced to feel pity for her instantly.

Her straight blonde hair worn up gave him a perfect view of her stature. Long beautiful necks that looked soft enough to be rubbed, plus kissable lips.

He tried to comport himself as he remembered he has a woman at home. Clearing his throat, he stretched his hands forward and helped her to her feet.

"Pardon me, ma'am. I just couldn't help but be security conscious." He tried to explain, sounding normal.

"You could have killed me!" The woman's reply shocked him to the bones. A soft-looking woman with such an authoritative attitude. Being a King, he wondered why he finds her amusing.

"Next time, you and your horse can wear medicated glasses before you commit murder!" She dusted her clothes, looking visibly angry, but trying every means to avoid looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I already said that before. I didn't think you'd still be this upset," he looked at her confused but the lady's reply got him in the belt.

"What? I didn't know there is a certain number of times you should apologize for attempted murder. If you have a stinking ego, you should know who to direct it to, not me!" Lyne spat before running back to the way she came from, back to the palace before the others returned.

She glanced backward and saw the man climbing his horse back and riding away.

The trip to South Jungle just keeps getting worse.

Zeidan kept wondering who the lady was and how she got that kind of confidence. He couldn't push her away from his thoughts and soon, he found himself smiling as he remembered her action.

His other men had caught up with him and as Wikh rode beside him, he twitched his lips wondering what his King had found amusing.

"I see you just finished watching a comedy show. What happened your Highness?" He inquired from Zeidan who just looked at him and raised his brows quizzically.

"Oh goodness me!" Wikh clicked his tongue in disbelief as to the King's change of attitude.

The large royal house in the jungle was becoming visible to them as they rode.

They got to the large gates that guard the place but were surrounded by Wolves who gritted their teeth, ready to pounce and attack.

As furious as he felt, he tried his best to remain calm. The cries of his people and his father especially rang in his head once again. His Father's last words as he closed his eyes to rest in eternal bondage. His gums were aching again, veins popping out of his forehead. He tasted blood in his mouth and as he licked his lips, he realized his fangs were out and he had bitten himself.

"How are you doing, Korba?" Zeidan stared hard at one of the wolves with brown spiky fur and a bony cheek. His face held so much confidence knowing how his vampire powers always helped him read thoughts.

The other wolves gasped as they all stared at Korba.

"You know him?" One of them with muddy-colored fur queried, eyes widened.

Korba stood her ground as she stared into Zeidan's eyes, her slant eyes dilating.

"I believe you are preparing for your wedding with Azrael and you're trying your best to prove you are capable of being the wife to an army chief." As they all gasped, Korba still confused, jumped down from his horse and walked up to them majestically.

They all clenched their teeth in defense but were surprised to see the tall handsome man smile and bow.

"Your highnesses, I've only come for good and not for evil. I'm here to see the King." He began, not missing his captivating smile.

"And who are you?" He looked up to see the owner of the voice and he saw a big black Wolf.

He couldn't miss the description of the most ruthless army of the pack. One whose name has been on the lips of his subjects for ages. The one who killed his Father. He narrowed his eyes.

"Azrael!" He called. "Good to see you. It's me, King Zeidan of Vampire City. I'm here to see the Alpha," he was startled as the smallest of the wolf howled loudly.

Another one that was on the building started beating a big drum and immediately, he knew they were announcing the arrival of a stranger. Slowly, the gates were opened and he was led in with his entourage, the wolves pinning their eyes on his every movement.

Once they were assured their horses have been led to a safe stable, they were led into the palace. They walked through the long corridor that was lined with doors on each side. When they got to where they would turn to where the King would always sit. He didn't miss the detailed decoration.

From the silver ornaments to the golden curtains that beautified the windows. The chrysanthemums, the lily flowers, and the sunflowers all laced the tables and a red rug spread on the floor. He was deeply engrossed in his observation he didn't know when he bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She heard a tiny voice and he knew he couldn't miss it.

"Aggressive queen?" He called as he laughed at her.

His men looked at him, surprised. They had never seen the King laugh this heartily.

"Hey, arrogant idiot!" Lyne called back, already regretting her words as she saw that he looked like royalty.

"What are you doing here? Serving the King?" Zeidan inquired mockingly, his lips twitching.

Lyne shot him a glare before moving close to him as if to attack him, eyes not leaving each other.

"Lyne!" She heard someone call and she closed her eyes tight as she almost cursed the person who interrupted her best moment.

"Well," she faced Zeidan. "This isn't over yet." She walked away but not without shouting, 'Arrogant idiot!'