**Elora's POV**
“You can't be serious!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. Was he that shameless to use the “Omega” trick against me?
Omega wolves are low ranked, but that doesn't dispute the fact that I am the Alpha's daughter and the throne is mine.
The elders shook their heads as they looked at me, and I mentally rolled my eyes. Elder Blake gave me a reassuring look and I exhaled.
“Elora, you're an omega; a low rank wolf. It's not right for you to lead us.” One of the elders said.
“I am an omega, yes, I am not arguing, but that isn't going to stop me from taking what is rightfully mine!” I snapped.
They were about to talk, but I raised my hand. “Hold it, I'm not done yet. When my father was alive, Beta Dexter had suggested they hide the truth about me being an omega. I did
