The Omega Queen

The Prophecy A tiny bird upon her paw Her birth begins the end of war The Werewolf Queen will find her mate And they therefore will seal their fate. From the shadows, enemies will rise The alpha prince meets his demise Through grief and pain, good will reign And end the dark days once again Prologue Since before I was born the Rogue wars have ravished the shifter race. When I was a little girl, my grandparents would tell me tales from their childhood. When the shifters only purpose was to protect the earth and worship our creator, the moon goddess Luna, the packs lived in peace. Unfortunately, those days are long past gone. Our lands were being decimated by rogue shifters who opposed a shifter royal family and any pack who pledged their allegiance to it. They valued themselves higher than the humans we were born to protect and vehemently believed they were a superior race. They no longer wanted a peaceful co-existence with humans. They wanted slaves to do their bidding. Their numbers grew at an alarming rate and most of the royal family were murdered in cold blood. Our packs were dwindling and it seemed that the rogues were gaining the upper hand and evil would win this war. That’s when my mother Queen Amelia, the leader of all shifters made the decision to send me away. For my own protection. She sent me far away from the royal residence in rural England to America with only the clothes on my back and 2 protectors. My best friend Ben who was eight at that time and three years older than me and one of the palace warriors, her personal royal guard Michael. They took a blood oath to protect and shelter me at all costs. Concealing my identity until I could mature and gain my powers and ascend the throne. You see, only female shifters are born of the royal line and they gain an additional blessing from Luna, to whom we are descended. We have magic. Only elemental magic, but it makes us stronger and more capable of ruling a strong shifter race. Fated mates are gifted to us, as they are to all shifters, but they are always strong alphas who can provide extra protection to Luna’s bloodline. At five years old, my parents sent me away with tears in their eyes and two imperative promises. I had to keep quiet and act like an omega until I turned 18 and to never mention my heritage to anyone, until I met my mate and had acquired my powers. After I left, the rogues brought their fight to the palace gates. The battle lasted 36 hours with major losses on both sides, My parents included. The Rogue leader Axel, accepting his defeat, fled with a handful of wolves and we haven’t heard from him since. I know he’s close and has been Building his army back up so he can finish what he started. The prophecy can attest to that. We know he’s coming, we just don’t know when. So here I am. One week away from my eighteenth Birthday. I have been a part of the Maine werewolf pack for nearly thirteen years, living as a quiet unassuming omega with Ben pretending to be my older brother and Michael my uncle. When we crossed over the border into Maine via Canada, Michael begged the alpha to provide us refuge claiming rogues had killed the rest of our pack. The alpha, Sol, seeing the strength of Michael who was still in his prime and already an accomplished warrior and the potential of Ben to be a strong pack member granted the request. We integrated seamlessly and have been here ever since. Michael is now Sol’s Gamma, the third In command and Ben has been groomed to be the next beta to Sol’s son Fin who will be inaugurated as alpha next week, coincidentally the day before my birthday. As for me, a kept my promise to my parents. I am quiet, meek and try to blend in as much as possible. I speak only when spoken to unless I am alone with Ben and Michael. I have kept my pale blonde hair long, currently down to my waist so that it covers most of my face when I look down at the ground, which I tend to do most of the time. I avoid conflict, keeping my opinions to myself regardless of the fact I’m usually itching to speak up. I act the Omega my parents asked me to be. I have a couple of friends but I try to keep to myself. Hardly anyone notices me anymore. I’m pretty short at 5’2” and have a small frame so it’s easy to get lost in a crowd. I am overlooked by my peers. In some packs, omegas are worthless and treated like slaves, something I intend to rectify once I am Queen, however the Maine pack do things differently. I help out in the kitchens at the alpha mansion but I am paid for my time. I am treated fairly but I’m pretty much invisible, Which has been my main goal since arriving here. No one would believe that tiny little omega Ava is the next in line to be the werewolf Queen. That in exactly one week my powers, gifted by the goddess Luna will make me the most powerful werewolf in existence. That I am destined to end the Rogue wars for good. I am their only hope according to an ancient prophecy. I am ready. I want to avenge my parents. I want my anonymity to end. I just need to find my mate and we can begin.