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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 9

CHAPTER NINE

LOCATION: BLOOD MOON PACK

NYRA OF BLOOD MOON PACK

"You are right. I am in the pack and I dare you to find me..." wheezed into her head before she opened her eyes, just as her doors flew open and Eidlene with a group of maids marched in.

"Queen Nyra, still in bed?" Eidlene started as she stood in the center of the room, her eyes spanning across the space. "You are just like I was told; you cleaned up this place into something befitting for you. I didn't know this room had any potential until now. You must be an expert at being a servant instead of a queen. Have you thought about any role you can play in the palace to help me through my delivery?" Eidlene said while Nyra managed to sit up on the bed.

So early in the morning and she has been greeted by the worst face she would want to see right now.

"I am talking to you, queen. Or ex queen, since my coronation is today."

"Coronation?" Nyra asked, that coming as a shock even when she knew that it would happen sooner or later. What did she expect from Derula now when he has done the worst things? She could hear the giggles from the maids behind. The exact same ones she tried so hard to placate; she tried to make their lives easier by always helping them out in little ways possible.

"I would want you to be by my side. Like a bridesmaid," Eidlene continued before rolling her eyes. "You should be happy. I am taking this long route because my king wants us to get along. I would gladly need your help as you have been the queen before. You could guide me through; you know I am also pregnant."

"Be nicer to her, our future Queen. Don't you know she is getting publicly denounced and rejected today?" one of the maids said in a mocking way, and the rest giggled. While Eidlene frowned at them.

"I won't have you disrespecting the woman who helped me take care of my king while I was away. She deserves at least a reward for it. After today, tell me whatever you want and I will give it to you."

And they left just as they had come. For Nyra's feet to touch the floor, it required effort; it was almost like her entire body suddenly was not responding anymore.

She managed to wash herself. She walked back into the room to see Derula sitting on her bed. What does he want too?

"Eidlene needs your help. I don't know if she came to ask that of you."

"She came," she replied.

"Well, please help her. Both of you need to get along if you actually want to exist in this house."

"Does my opinion count?"

"What?"

"Can I say something?" She started feeling heavier than she was before. "Derula, can you... you won't listen to me anyway, but you don't have to publicly reject me before we both know that we don't have it with each other anymore."

"Everyone has to know and welcome the new queen. It is humiliating, but you have to bear with it... shouldn't you? I mean, you owe me that much."

"I owe you that much?" she asked and chose not to chase it. She was too exhausted repeating cycles of this conversation when it led nowhere apart from more hurting words that broke her the more. "What did your mother say?"

"You should stop worrying about my family from now on. Worry about yourself, as I won't be protecting you anymore."

Like he ever did protect her. Like he ever chose her, but still has to make it sound like a chore that he performed for her.

"I stand here today..." Lycan King Derula started as he stood before the entire pack in the hall room. Nyra occupied the middle stage, her head bowed. Everyone already knew the outcome of this. "To publicly reject my queen from being my mate, my wife, my queen, and the luna of this pack." He said, and she crushed to the floor immediately, tears pooling out of her eyes at the wrong moment. Pain didn't see when to weigh her down, but right in front of everyone, cheering for their king for finally making the right decision, everyone she thought she won to her side were really not with her.

"And I hereby welcome a new legacy into the pack, Eidlene!!" He called and large oak doors opened, followed by loud cheers and loud noises as she walked in, carrying a bucket of flowers in her eyes, looking as radiant and seeing Nyra finally crumbling seemed to add to her happiness.

She walked past her and leaned, offering her a hand, but out of anger, Nyra could not take that hand.

"That old wicked queen is finally showing her true colors; won't even let our new queen be generous to her."

Eidlene leaned down. "You refused to help me today... I get it. It is too much for you. I suggest you leave after today since it is too hard for you to bear. Save yourself the extreme heartache. If you are thinking of taking back Derula, I only let him go once; I never said I would make the same mistake of letting you have him twice." She said softly so that no one could hear as she wiped Nyra's tears.

"We have a compassionate queen." The murmurs broke out as if Nyra had never tried to be compassionate towards them all this time.

Eidlene straightened up and walked past, heading toward Derula who already spread his arms, waiting to welcome her.

She went into his arms and the crowd cheered. No one batted another eye at Nyra where she sat on the floor.

"She's also carrying an heir for us!!!" he announced. "Our new queen is not barren and weak enough not to give us a baby."

Direct jabs at her. Maybe not at her, but toward her soul. Her heart seemed to shake, crack, and bend. A sudden rush of anger filled her.

Their eyes met. Derula was staring too coldly at her that she felt like she was a nightmare they needed to wake up from.

"Take her out of my sight!" he ordered the guards and they came at her immediately. They lifted her from her feet and began to pull while she watched.

Derula placed his hand gently on Eidlene's waist, pulling her close. He kissed her.

The pack howling their approval, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. She didn’t look at Nyra as they dragged her away. She didn’t have to.

“She will be your Luna,” Derula announced.

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