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Omega: Reborn Without Becoming Innocent

Nyra would've still been foolishly attached to Derula if she never died in her first life. For three years, she lived as the most despised Luna of the Blood Moon Pack—an omega queen with no claws, no power, and no protection. Married to Lycan King Derula, she endured humiliation, abuse, and cruelty from the pack and the man she loved most. She labored in silence, ruled in his absence, sacrificed her body and her health, and even gave up her kidney—losing her natural pheromones and her dignity—just to remain worthy of his touch. She believed love was meant to hurt. She believed endurance was loyalty. She believed Derula mattered more than herself. Until the day he discarded her for his returned ex-love, pregnant with the heir Nyra was condemned never to bear. Rejected, erased, and replaced, Nyra faded from her own life—until someone pushed her from the heights of the pack she once ruled. She died. But death did not release her. Nyra awakens in enemy territory, claimed as the wife of Lycan King Lucien—the same king who once stood as Blood Moon’s greatest threat. As she struggles to understand her survival, one truth becomes clear: the Nyra who remains in the Blood Moon Pack—the woman Derula believes is alive—is not her. Fate, prophecy, or something far more sinister has split her life in two, leaving behind a shadow while she begins again in a body, a role, and a destiny she does not yet understand. Whispers of an ancient prophecy surface—one that speaks of an omega who would die, return, and bring the balance of power to its knees. A woman meant to be broken first… before she could rise. Caught between two packs, two kings, and two versions of herself, Nyra must choose herself and unleash revenge on both Derula and Lucien for the lives they stole from her. Yet a shocking truth emerges: she is the Moon Goddess of prophecy. And while she hated Lucien for ruining her life in the Rangers Pack, she had forgotten that he has always been the love of her life. To the packs, she is meant to save or destroy, the question remains: What if Nyra was never meant to belong to either pack—but to rule them both?
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Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

LOCATION: RANGERS PACK

LYZARA, QUEEN OF THE RANGERS PACK

"Consummate our marriage?" Lucien pushed back while Lyzara nodded her head before looking at her servants and maids to step back so she could talk freely with him.

"Yeah, you still think I'm a kid," she said, while Lucien smiled, turning to look at her.

"I don't think you're a kid," he said before his hand shot out to touch her head. "I will have the elders fix up a date for us, the most time for star aligning..."

"We can even do it right now. You don't need all those star signs to sleep with your wife..." Lyzara pressured further, while Lucien sighed, looking at her. This minute, she was worried about Navine, who had been nonexistent for over six years. She couldn't sleep through the night because of Navine, so he searched the entire town, and now she's worried about a consummation? He brought his hand to touch her head, wondering how she had grown up so much.

"I will look into it," he said and strode out.

"He won't look into it, would he?" she asked no one in particular, her eyes sweeping over every servant and maid that bowed their heads lower. "He won't look into it. He doesn't want to mate with me, does he? How could he marry a queen that he doesn't want to sleep with?" she continued.

"Ma, it's time for the dinner with the women..." a servant started saying before Lyzara’s gaze swept across the room to meet her.

"Are you trying to say that I'm not serious about what I'm saying, and what you're about to report is better than what I have to say?"

"No ma..." The servant began to fret, falling to the floor immediately, her face to the ground while Lyzara looked over angrily. "I deserve to be punished for my hasty talk instead of letting you finish what you had to say."

"Now you know your crime so well that you even recite it by heart," she said, biting her lower lip. "Bring Merida to me now," she said. "I won't have Lucien dining with her ever again." The last time it happened, there were rumors Merida entered Lucien's private chambers. There's no way Lucien will have feelings for that woman; she'd kill Merida before that ever happened.

"Ma?" The servant on the floor paused to think as she remembered that she was just ordered to do something. Something that would cost her life.

"You heard me. Bring me Merida, right now," she repeated, and not only the servant felt like they had just been given a death sentence; everyone in the room felt that way. Merida hated when Lyzara sent her maids or her dogs to come fetch her all in the name of Lyzara being queen. The last time, she chopped off a large chunk of a maid's hair as a response to Lyzara, which caused quite a stir between the two women. Even Lucien couldn't resolve the conflict.

"I wonder why Lucien keeps that woman in this palace. Anyone has an idea why?" Lyzara said out of thought, but they scrambled to produce answers. Her gaze swept across the room to the maid still on the floor, sweating profusely, her life flashing before her eyes as much as she was shaking.

"What are you still doing down there? Bring me Merida NOW!!" she yelled, and the maid scrambled to her feet and went out of the room. She stood pacing, biting her fingers. "Seriously, Lucien is always giving our consummation a thought... why? Don't tell me it's really because of Merida?" she said, expecting an answer from one of them.

"Maybe... maybe he's actually waiting for the right time," one replied, swallowing, while Lyzara looked at her as if she wanted to decide what to do with her contribution. She nodded her head while the servant seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as her comment seemed to be approved.

"Maybe he's pining for Merida," one said, and everyone in the room gasped immediately. Who dared sign their death warrant without their consent? Lyzara was also searching for the speaker who dared say what she would mostly not want to hear at the moment.

She found her, and her head bowed lower to the floor, shaking. "Why do you say that?" she asked, hoping she would say what she wanted to hear or risk losing her life for daring to interfere by measuring up Merida to her.

"It's obvious that he is. If you don't deal with Merida, once and for all, in the end, you may be the one stepping down for her to rule by Lucien's side."

"How dare you say that to our queen!" The servants seized her and forced her to the floor immediately. "How could you open your loud mouth and annoy the queen!"

"I'm sorry..." The servant quickly apologized, sweating profusely on the floor while they pinned her.

"She has a point. A big point," Lyzara acknowledged, and everyone gasped at her approval. "She's right. If I don't show Merida her place, she may actually replace me. I need to act fast," she said, just as the servants released the one pinned to the floor who was thanking her stars silently for sparing her life this time.

Just then, the one who ran out to bring Merida ran in, panting heavily. "My queen..."

"Where is she?"

"She has only one message for you," the maid started, fearing for her own life she may lose after repeating what Merida told her. "Stop ordering her around. If there's anyone who's to be ordered around between the two of you, it's you, who was found with no real family and no real origin..."

Lyzara's insides began to vibrate immediately. "She said that to you?" she asked, while the servant shook her head severally. Lyzara didn't waste time bunching her dress into her hands to allow her easy movement as she marched towards Merida's chambers immediately.

"How dare her insult the queen!!" Lyzara raged as she walked past several servants, Betas, and Alphas who bowed as she passed. "She's got some nerve. She is going to leave the palace today."

She was stopped by a guard in front of Merida's door.

"How can I help you, Queen Lyzara?" the guard dared say, still blocking her way. What did she find most insulting: Merida's sudden growing audacity or the disrespect from a mere bodyguard?

"You're obstructing the road of the queen!" one of Lyzara's servants shouted, and she heard a sharp snort behind her. She turned to see Merida standing there. Her long red hair was packed into a bun. She was wearing a loose dress, with that mischievous glint in her eyes that always made Lyzara's skin crawl.

"You mean Queen by contract?"

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