The fierce return of an omega

The loud thud on the huge brazen door of the council chamber woke me up in an instant; I looked up as it paved the way and felt strong hands dragging me through the same chamber I once walked into elegantly; my head was banging.

'What's happening'??? I thought to myself as I struggled my way through the huge hands pulling me to the center of the chamber.

Drops of blood rolled down from my head to my face. I looked at the ground, and it was 'my blood'!!!!

Everything flashed back in an instant and the pain on my head sharpened.

'This cannot be happening, no!!!!' I screamed inside me, sobbing.

I remembered waking up in an unusual room with blood on the bed and a weapon that I had never used before or even seen. It was such a sight that I almost threw up until the door was unlocked, two strong guards barged in, that was a great offense to enter a room without permission, and this was Lowell's room, they had to be punished for this single act, I was only interrupted when another figure entered the room, Reika, my maid wearing a mischievous smile;

"Take her away, she has murdered him"!! Pointing at me, Reika screamed, feigning sobs as tears rolled through her left eye. That alone was a sign of pretense, but my confusion was beyond noticing anything else or even judging.

I kept shaking my head in disapproval and begging them not to believe her, but before I could make a sound, the force of an object landed on my head and it was all bizarre, the light dimmed by seconds and I went blank, I guess I fainted but the pains I feel now is much worse.

The council chamber felt like a courtroom; it felt unfamiliar for a moment as I tried to regain consciousness, with accusing eyes boring into me from all sides.

I looked up to find a familiar face, the one that would believe me and stop all these misunderstandings; this was my worst nightmare.

When I found his face, it didn't look like the handsome and sweet face I had always adored; Karl's face grew with anger; the rage swept through him when our eyes met.

He rose from his seat, pacing a few steps towards me, I couldn't handle those emotions his eyes wore, I tried closing my eyelids until I heard his voice

"You," he spat, pointing at me, his voice laced with venom, "always up to no good. I knew it from the start. I'm glad I rejected you when I had the chance."

My heart clenched in my chest, pain and disbelief warring within me. "Karl, please," I pleaded, my voice shaky with emotion, "You know me. You know I could never do something like this."

But he turned away, his trust shattered beyond repair. "Lies, you keep spitting lies, but today we will end it, now enough of your lies!" he barked, his words like a slap across my face.

Yet another accusation, and I couldn't keep up with my mate pointing accusing fingers at me. I have never seen this side of him, and it broke my heart into a thousand pieces that he was the first to point at me in such rage. My heart bled, and I felt the pain surge through my heart; I kept shaking my head as tears rolled down my cheeks.

He walked closer this time, and his face changed almost immediately, with pity and surprise, he bent to where I knelt and came closer to my ear;

Maybe, just maybe.....

He realized I didn't deserve all this, and he'd punish everyone who did this to me, but my hopes were cut off almost immediately.

"Tell us, Uriel, what were you doing in Lowell's room?" He spoke sharply but in whispers

The question hung in the air, heavy and accusatory, I couldn't bear it any longer, "I don't know," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I woke up there, and there was blood and a weapon..."

I looked up to Reika, my maid, who I believed would stand by me and defend me bravely because she was with me all night. Reika remained silent, her head bowed in silence, that was a sign of respect for the servants who were allowed into the council chamber, but it was unlike her to keep quiet when it came to me, she always stood up for me even when other maids gossip about me, but this time she is quiet, very unusual but I didn't want to be distracted with that which I will deal with later on.

She had been the first person to see me on the bed with Lowell's blood and declared me a murderer;

How could that be??

I can only remember taking a milk juice she offered to help me sleep at night when I complained of having nightmares.

Does she have a hand in this??

No, not Reika; I trust her with my life; she is the most trusted maid I have.

I looked around me; the air was thick, and every glare was filled with rage and guilt, creating an atmosphere of tension.

Alpha Conri and the council members exchanged skeptical glances, their suspicion palpable. "And where is Lowell's body?" Alpha Conri demanded, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"I don't have it!" I exclaimed, desperation creeping into my tone. "I don't know what happened to him."

Karl's accusation rang out, fuelling the growing fire of condemnation. "She's lying!" he declared, his words echoing through the chamber. "She killed Lowell and tried to cover it up!"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at Karl; how could my mate have such hatred towards her? I just couldn't believe it.

My heart broke at his betrayal. "Karl, please, I beg of you, make them understand that I am innocent. Tell your father, please," I begged, reaching out to him, but he recoiled as if my touch burned him.

Reika, my maid, remained silent, Did she know something? The thought pierced me like a knife, adding to the weight of injustice pressing down on me.

An Elder stood up almost swiftly, "So what was she doing in his room, if she claims she has no idea where he is"? He opened both arms to inquire from the Alpha king and rest of the elders, it was more of an additional fact rather than a question.

Alpha Conri turned to the elders of the council, their faces etched with stern disapproval, and began their interrogation, but I had to do something, I couldn't keep still;

"I swear! I don't know where he is, and I never killed anyone"! I shouted at the top of my voice, I didn't care if that was my last straw of strength, but I had to do something. I kept crying as the tears blurred my eyes, and instantly, I wiped every bit of it; I had to see their faces to make sure they believed me, or else I'd be doomed; no, I've suffered enough; this is not my end, not now!

The Alpha's voice interrupted my spiralling thoughts, his judgement final and merciless. "Uriel, daughter of Alcide Reeds," he intoned,

There was silence within the court, even I was, but not my heart, It kept beating so loud, I could hear them

"You are sentenced to death for the murder of Lowell." He declared

"No!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the stone walls. "I'm innocent, I swear!"

"Please I beg of you, don't do this to me!!"

As I was dragged into the pack's slaughterhouse, in chains and blood, it stretched with old blood, the floor stained with dark crimsons.

They kept moving, and I prayed in my heart that maybe a miracle might happen, but nothing stopped the movement; they surged on, big hands dragging my hair and arms; the pain was unbearable.

Two guards conversed in a low tone;

"If she will be killed in the slaughterhouse, then she will be hanged, surely"

"Yes, but the Alpha king didn't mention such" the second retorted

"Well, it's the rule of the kingdom that whoever is sentenced to death must be hanged"

This can't be true, I didn't steal or kill anyone to even be hanged, I wish I didn't wake up today, maybe I should have just died in my sleep in Lowell's room, it would have been a more peaceful and slow death, the one that I won't feel much pain as now, I won't see the ones I thought loved me betray me this way, the stares, the rage, the emotions all in one.

I wept more like I never did. I knew I would die someday, but not like this, not this way; the pain I felt in my heart was more than the continuous aches in my head.

I have lost my voice and my strength; even my heart is broken, and my trust is shattered.

Tears trickled down my cheeks, blood dripped through my hands and my head, hurt oozed through me, and my heart was broken; I could never believe this was my end; from the people I knew, this was more than betrayal.

When we finally arrived, I was dragged to the centre of the slaughterhouse where the execution platform stood, I looked up and saw the crowd, The Alpha king, The elders, and Karl, they had followed, I was lost in my thought and silent prayers I didn't notice anything outside my heart, their eager eyes staring at me, their faces filled with rage as they await my death.

The guards roughly pushed me to the executioner, who wasted no time in securing me to the gallows. The rope tightened around my neck, he gave the Alpha king a stare, permission rather, to commence with his deadly task, a chilling reminder of the fate that awaited me.

I gave one last glance at Karl; he wasn't in a rage anymore; he was more pitiful than anyone else. He could have changed everything, but he didn't.

He instead pointed fingers at me, giving the council a solid reason to dispose of me.

"Karl, please save me, this time, I beg of you, I am innocent." My eyes were pleading more than my voice because it sounded more like a whisper than a sound. I had lost my voice, but I wouldn't give up.

But he never flinched or moved an inch; I gave up on him at that instant.

Whatever life has for me, I had concluded it was pain from the people I love.

Just before the lever was pulled, Reika moved close to me, her voice barely a whisper amid the chaos. "Uriel, I..." she began, her words choked with emotion.

I turned to her, desperation in my eyes. "Reika, please," I begged, grasping onto the last shreds of hope. "Tell them the truth. You know I didn't do this."

But her next words shattered my hopes like fragile glass. "I never wanted you alive," she confessed, her voice filled with regret and something darker. "Now that the first son is dead, Karl will take over the throne, and I'll be his Luna."

The betrayal cut deep, deeper than any physical pain I had ever felt. Reika's words echoed in my mind as the lever was pulled, and the floor dropped beneath me.

As I stood, the rope tight around my neck, I could feel the gaze of the crowd bearing down on me like a heavyweight. Reika's betrayal still echoed in my mind, her words a sharp dagger of betrayal.

The executioner's hand hovered over the lever, ready to send me to a land of no return. Immediately, he got consent from the Alpha. The anticipation of death and the feeling of pain surged through me.

But then, unexpectedly, a woman from the crowd broke out in tears, her cries echoing through the slaughterhouse. "Stop!" she screamed, her voice raw with emotion. "Set her free!"

Confusion rippled through the crowd, their murmurs of surprise filling the air. The executioners hesitated, unsure of what to do.

The blood that clouded my eyes had failed me from recognizing her; who was that brave soul, so loving enough to stand for me? It was neither Karl's voice nor Reika's, then who was it?

I strained to wipe off my eyes but the chains wouldn't let me, but I felt grateful that someone was giving me a chance to live, a glimmer of hope.

"If you want to kill anyone, kill me by butchering instead," The voice suddenly demanded, her voice filled with desperation. "I want to feel the pain."

The chaos erupted with confusing orders and emotions. Some argued for my release, while others demanded justice.

But amidst the chaos, I felt a sense of hope and the voice stopped everything at once;

Alpha King Conri echoed "Kill her"!

Without warning, the lever was pulled, and the floor dropped beneath me. The sudden jerk of the rope snapped my head back, cutting off my air supply. Panic surged through me as I struggled against the suffocating pressure around my neck.

The world spun in a dizzying whirl, my vision darkening as the noose tightened further. I could hear the muffled sounds of chaos around me, the shouts and cries blending into a distinct voice.

And then, as if from a distance, I felt a sharp, quick pain slice through my neck. It was as if the world slowed down, each second stretched into an endless excruciating torment.

The taste of my blood filled my mouth, and I gasped for air that wouldn't come. The pain was blinding, consuming me in agony. My vision blurred, the edges turning hazy and indistinct.

As the knife continued its merciless cut, slicing through my flesh, I felt dizziness wash over me.

With each passing moment, the world grew dimmer, the sounds fading into a distant echo. I struggled to hold on to consciousness, but the pain was too intense, too all-encompassing.

And then, slowly, everything went blank. The pain receded into a dull throb, distant and muted. My body went limp, unconsciousness sipped in.

In that final fleeting moment of awareness, I felt a strange sense of detachment, as if I were floating above my own body, watching the scene unfold from a distance. The chaos of the slaughterhouse faded into the background, replaced by a profound stillness.

And as the darkness swallowed me whole, I welcomed it like an old friend, knowing that the pain and betrayal of this world would no longer torment me.

But the hope didn't fade, the voice gave that feeling, and I held on to it. I knew it wasn't the end, but this was the beginning of a new era.

My mind was alive, but my body couldn't move; if I had this hope holding on tight to me, then I would have to fight for a second chance. It didn't feel surreal; I felt my legs move, and then my hand followed. The sea wanted to take me deeper, but I kept struggling. I wasn't going to give up now. I prayed for a second chance; how many more battles do I have to fight before I am granted my wish?

Don't take me!! No!!

"Please grant me a second chance, help me please"!

I screamed, or no, my mind did, because I didn't hear any sound, but my will was stronger than anything holding me down; then there was a spark coming from underneath; I felt every energy from below the surface; it engulfed my body, soul, and mind. I couldn't keep up with it, but it filled my body with strength, this time different; it wasn't a natural strength a werewolf could have; it was much deeper, stronger, and heavier.

What is happening?

The different faces, cries, sobs, screams, laughs, cries, all the emotions a powerful being has encountered strike my vision, then the chants came, the curses, the tricks, I heard every one of them, the writings, they gathered from one to two, joining and colliding, how was I able to understand these languages.

The visions got clearer, a little girl ran towards a temple, and a harsh voice followed,

"Do not step in, for it is forbidden!"

Quickly, she turned, and her eyes, piercing blue eyes, her smiles so innocent, ran away from the temple.

Flashes kept coming, enchantments and powers engulfed me, the sounds of war, the cries of innocent hearts, and it kept coming.

Only a witch could do all these.

A force pulled me out almost too quickly; I felt like the air came rushing to my nostrils. I could feel my body against the wall; there were noises, banging and screaming over these walls, the sounds of men and women, the clatter of chains, and screams.

Opening my eyes to see my hands locked in chains, stares directed at me, questioning eyes, and confused looks, even though I didn't opt out of it.

"Where is this place"? I looked around, I was locked up in a stanching, old prison with people, new faces

"Where I'm I"? Screaming at the top of my voice to their confused faces

"She's awake now, please come take this witch out of here before she kills us all" another voice beckoned on a guard

"Who are you to call me a witch, you fool!" I hollered at him, scared

Two guards surged in, and unlocked the gates, took a few strides toward me; I was frantic: who were all these people? What is this power I feel? Who am I?

"Don't you dare touch me"! I pointed my hands but the chains were too heavy to keep up, I fell on the ground, the powers made me feel weak, I couldn't withhold them, still unsettled, I felt dizzy but I wasn't going to give in to that feeling, what if these people kill me in my unconsciousness.

"Let's take her to the Lycan" One of them pointed out

With a nod from the other, giving me no chance to protest, I was picked from the floor like a weightless being

I was taken to a different quarter; it looked more like wealth and power, so much richness; the walls were so smooth I could see my face, my golden hair, and my blue eyes reflected on them.

We passed through big gates and large doors, and every section defined wealth.

There was a halt when we approached a door, it was different from every other one.

"We are here with the witch" One of the guards spoke as he knocked subtly, bent his head

But why do they keep referring to me as a "witch"

"What if they kill me?"

"Come in" a strong voice echoed

I took a few steps once the door opened. I was frightened, scared, and I couldn't move; the guards didn't follow, "why?"

I felt a push from behind and fell on the floor, raising them to behold the office of a real powerful king, from the heads hanging around that had decayed, they must have been here for almost centuries, the gigantic bookshelves, full of ancient books, the large table and chairs.

A figure was standing a few paces from me but moved immediately after I entered.

Taking a few strides towards me, fear gripped my feet; I couldn't raise my legs to move; his green eyes, it was power, wealth, and dominion that swept through him; his blonde hair carefully brushed against his green eyes, making it even more tempting to touch.

I gulped as he kept coming closer to me, this time he was so close I could feel his scent, again power it exuded, I forgot all sense of control, amidst being scared, I couldn't help but admire such beauty of a man, perfectly sculptured body, a god to be worshipped by all ladies he could come by.

"Who are you?" His voice came in a hush

I jolted as this question snapped me back to life; stepping backward, I had to clear my thoughts, and as fear sipped in, I resolved to fidget against my fingers.

Who was I?

My thoughts ran wild and near; the powers were now settled in, but I couldn't make meaning of anything; I tried making the visions come back, but they were blurry; the voices came in, but they felt distant.

"I do not know" My lips gave in

A tear trickled down my cheeks; how could someone be so powerful and still not know the nature of its existence? No identity, no name, nobody to call my own?

His rage was so evident in his look, and my fears only climbed to the climax; how could I ever survive in this place?

"I found you in the ancient temple of the witches, it is a forbidden place but I couldn't avoid going in there because I felt something calling unto me, when I saw you scared, shaking in fear, your blue eyes calling unto me, I couldn't resist, so I picked you up and took you as my prisoner. Something happened and before we got here you were already unconscious, although I was advised to kill you immediately after you awakened seeing you, innocent and lost, obviously can't recall a thing about yourself, I'll take you in and make you mine, my mate", he declared, looking down at me in the most lustful way.

Take me in? My mate? A mate to the Lycan King? Fear gripped me, confusion set in

He was an attractive man, I'd say irresistible and sexy with his commanding power, body, and wealth; even though I didn't know who I was, I'm sure I couldn't resist him, but even with fear, I had to survive in a place of uncertainty.

"Yes, take me in" I answered

He moved closer, much closer this time. We could feel each other's breath; his chest rubbed my bosom, and so much sensation washed down my body, but I kept my demon under control as he did his.

"I have my rules and you have to live by them, don't ever try disobeying me you owe me your life and if you go contrary, maybe I'll listen to my elder advice"

I nodded in fear, and he saw what his voice and dominion did to me; a mischievous smile escaped his lips.

"Now, right after this, I'll assign you to a maid, your room will be prepared and you'll freshen up and join me for dinner with my pack, I have to introduce you as my mate" He fixated on my bosom, his needs purging out of him, as his hands traced my neck to my cheek.

I kept silent

"My rules are simple, don't make it seem difficult, you'll stay with me and satisfy my needs as my mate, you must be willing to remain my mistress and not desire more than that, you must keep your body for only me, you have no right to claim any child you birth as they all belong to me"

His eyes had changed, and fear engulfed me as he held on to both my arms and squeezed my flesh; I flinched in pain. Is this the way he treats a woman, talking more about his mate?

"Now, go change up and freshen up." He left the office in haste before a maid stepped in, bowed head. I had to catch my breath as tears trickled down my cheeks; what is this I have gotten myself into? His attractiveness has made me accept only to see the real devil he is, but he mentioned he saved my life. Maybe there's some sort of goodness in him still.

"We are ready to take you to your room and serve you " A voice behind me interrupted my thoughts

I nodded and followed suit. Indeed this place was heavenly even though it still had its ancient roots.

Immediately after dinner, I ran to my room and folded up on the huge bed. I had eaten alone because he didn't show up, the guards had said he was in a meeting and he said to meet me later at night.

"Is it already time for the demon to claim me?" I couldn't close my eyes, scared and indecisive on what to do next, who would save me from the clutches of this devil.

Moments later, I heard the door knob open, steps approached me and as it got closer I cursed myself for falling into the hands of the devil, closing my eyes tight while clutching the pillows, this had to be all a dream, everything that has happened, the fear gripped me, why can't my powers help me now.

He bent closer to my neck, sniffing every bit of me as I inhaled his scent, Was this the devil or the glorious angel I had admired once? He kept tracing his hands down to my belly; I shut my eyes tighter and let everything stop already. Just as he was about to dip his hands into me, I screamed and stood up swiftly, but he was stronger, and as if he was ready for this moment more than I was; strong hands gripped me and tightened my flesh.

I couldn't stop screaming, and he tried to shut my mouth by covering my lips but I struggled, I had to, but this didn't work for long as the last thing I saw were his big hands hitting sting my face so hard, it felt bizarre for moments as I drifted into dizziness, dark and weakly, I lay in his arms. Helpless and weak