The Omega Tribrid: Claimed by Three Kings
Chapter 3
The celebration continued long after the moon rose above the forest, and the clearing of the Crescent Moon pack glowed beneath the light of fire and silver sky. Laughter echoed between the trees while music drifted through the night air, but Seraphina felt none of the warmth that surrounded the others. She moved quietly between the crowded tables carrying trays of drinks and empty plates while the rest of the pack celebrated their futures.
Every step she took felt strangely heavy, as though an invisible weight had settled inside her chest.
The strange pulse of energy that had rushed through her body earlier that evening had not completely disappeared. It remained deep beneath her skin like a restless flame waiting for something to awaken it again.
Seraphina tried to ignore the sensation as she walked toward the high table where the Alpha and the royal guests sat. Her eyes stayed lowered as she placed fresh cups on the table and removed the empty ones, but the moment she stepped closer to the seat where the king sat, her heartbeat began to quicken without warning.
The bond she did not understand stirred again.
She could feel his presence even without looking directly at him.
King Kael sat with calm authority beside the Alpha of the pack, his tall figure relaxed yet powerful in a way that made every other wolf nearby seem smaller. The flickering light from the bonfire illuminated the sharp angles of his face and the golden intensity of his eyes, which seemed capable of seeing far more than anyone else in the clearing.
Seraphina focused on her task and placed a cup of wine in front of one of the royal warriors, hoping to leave quickly before drawing attention.
But before she could step away, a quiet voice stopped her.
“Wait.”
The word was not loud, yet it carried a weight that made her body freeze instantly.
Seraphina slowly turned her head.
King Kael was looking directly at her.
His gaze was calm, yet something deeper moved beneath the surface of those golden eyes, something watchful and thoughtful.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
The noise of the celebration continued around them, but the space between them seemed strangely silent.
Seraphina lowered her gaze quickly and bowed her head.
“Yes, my king.”
Kael studied her carefully.
Up close he could feel the strange scent that surrounded her even more clearly than before. The familiar note of wolf blood was present, yet it was layered with something far more complicated. Beneath the scent of wolf was a faint trace of ancient magic that reminded him of old witches who once walked the world centuries ago. Beneath that lay something colder and darker that carried the quiet weight of immortality.
It was the scent of vampire blood.
Such a combination should not exist in a single person.
Yet the evidence stood directly before him.
Kael leaned back slightly in his chair while his wolf stirred restlessly inside his mind.
“You are the omega from earlier,” he said calmly.
Seraphina nodded slowly.
“Yes, my king.”
“You were accused of stealing sacred herbs.”
Her hands tightened slightly around the tray she held.
“Yes.”
“Did you take them?”
The question surprised her.
No one else had asked her that with genuine curiosity.
Seraphina shook her head firmly.
“I did not steal anything.”
Kael watched her expression carefully.
He had lived long enough to recognize lies easily, but the girl standing before him did not smell like someone hiding the truth. Her heartbeat was steady, her posture honest despite the fear lingering beneath it.
He believed her.
But believing her raised a different question.
If she had not stolen the herbs, then someone else had placed them in her basket.
Kael’s eyes flickered briefly toward Lyra, who stood across the clearing surrounded by several young wolves. The future Luna laughed brightly while accepting compliments about her beauty and strength.
The situation suddenly seemed clearer.
Kael returned his gaze to Seraphina.
“What is your name?”
“Seraphina.”
The name lingered in the air for a moment.
His wolf reacted instantly again.
Mate.
The word echoed through his mind with growing impatience.
Kael ignored the instinct and forced his attention back to the conversation.
“How long have you lived in this pack, Seraphina?”
“As long as I can remember.”
“You have no family?”
She shook her head.
“No one has ever told me where I came from.”
Kael studied her again with renewed interest.
An omega with no known origin who carried the impossible scent of three supernatural bloodlines.
There was clearly more to this girl than the Crescent Moon pack understood.
Seraphina shifted slightly beneath his gaze, suddenly aware that many of the nearby wolves had begun watching the conversation with curiosity.
“My king,” she said quietly, “if there is nothing else you require, I should return to my duties.”
Kael considered her words.
For a brief moment he felt the urge to tell her to stay.
The bond between them tugged at his instincts, urging him to claim what belonged to him.
But claiming her now would draw dangerous attention.
If the world discovered what she truly was before she understood it herself, powerful enemies would rise against her immediately.
Kael had spent centuries navigating the dangerous politics of supernatural clans, and he knew exactly how ruthless that world could be.
Revealing her existence too soon could destroy her.
So instead he simply nodded.
“You may go.”
Seraphina bowed again before stepping away from the table.
The moment she moved farther from him, the strange tension in her chest eased slightly, though the warmth left behind did not disappear completely.
She continued walking through the crowd, trying to focus on her work again.
But her thoughts refused to settle.
The king’s questions had stirred something inside her mind.
Why had he asked about her past?
Why had he looked at her with such intensity?
And why did his presence make her body react in ways she could not explain?
Across the clearing Lyra watched Seraphina carefully.
Her bright smile never faltered as she continued speaking with the other young wolves, yet her eyes followed the omega’s movements with sharp calculation.
She had noticed the conversation between Seraphina and the king.
She had also noticed the way Kael’s gaze lingered on the girl longer than necessary.
That detail alone was enough to ignite dangerous thoughts in Lyra’s mind.
Seraphina was supposed to remain invisible.
An omega who existed only to serve the pack.
Yet somehow she had already drawn the attention of the most powerful Alpha in the world.
That could not be allowed to continue.
Lyra’s fingers curled slightly around the silver bracelet on her wrist as a quiet idea formed in her mind.
If the omega caused problems once, then perhaps she simply needed to cause a greater one.
Something that would ensure the pack removed her permanently.
Meanwhile, Seraphina stepped away from the celebration and moved toward the edge of the forest to collect more firewood for the bonfire.
The noise of the crowd faded as she walked deeper among the trees, leaving the music and laughter behind.
Cool night air brushed against her skin, and the quiet rustling of leaves replaced the loud voices of the pack.
She bent down to gather fallen branches.
For a few peaceful moments she enjoyed the silence.
But then the strange sensation returned.
A sudden sharp pulse of heat rushed through her veins.
Seraphina dropped the branches as pain shot through her chest.
Her breathing grew uneven as the energy surged again, stronger than before.
Her senses exploded with overwhelming clarity.
She could hear the distant music from the clearing more clearly than ever before.
She could smell the smoke of the bonfire drifting through the air.
And beneath everything else she could sense something deeper inside her body awakening.
Her fingers curled as her nails pressed painfully against her palms.
A low sound escaped her throat without warning.
It was not entirely human.
The sound carried the faint echo of a wolf’s growl.
Seraphina staggered backward in shock.
“What is happening to me,” she whispered breathlessly.
Inside her veins the ancient blood of three powerful races stirred restlessly.
Wolf instinct clawed toward the surface.
Witch magic flickered like sparks beneath her skin.
And deep beneath it all, something cold and immortal watched quietly from the darkness of her bloodline.
Seraphina collapsed to her knees as the strange power pulsed again.
Far across the clearing, King Kael suddenly stiffened.
His wolf sensed it instantly.
The awakening had begun.
And for the first time since arriving at the Crescent Moon pack, Kael realized the situation was far more dangerous than he had first believed.
Because if Seraphina truly was what her scent suggested, then the fragile peace between the supernatural clans was about to change forever.
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