They Don't Want Me? It's the Other Way Around

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, Quin appeared before me with a face like stone—cold and unreadable.

Mason and Kayden trailed close behind, both looking irritated, like they'd been dragged here against their will.

I frowned and glanced at the butler. I had explicitly told him not to invite them today. However, he only shook his head in confusion, clearly just as blindsided as I was.

The ceremony was minutes from starting, and frankly, I didn't have the time or energy to deal with the three of them.

Still, the guests had already gathered around them with eager smiles and sycophantic praise.

"Mr. Quin, you're truly exceptional. I heard you subdued a rogue pack last month with the warriors—no wonder Princess Evelyn insists on choosing you!"

"Mr. Kayden, I know you have that temper of yours, but you've got a good heart. Princess Evelyn would be lucky to have you."

"Mr. Mason, you're not only handsome, but so dependable. If Princess Evelyn chooses you, the whole of Northaria will thrive under your guidance."

Each of them stood there like like they were the rightful rulers of Northaria.

Not one guest noticed the tension between us. They just kept feeding into the fantasy.

I clenched my jaw as I was disgusted by the whole performance. I was just about to tell the butler to escort them out.

However, all three of them froze after checking their phones. Their expressions darkened.

A sinking feeling twisted in my gut. Before I could speak, Kayden stepped forward and shoved me hard.

The force of it sent me stumbling back into the champagne tower. Glass exploded everywhere, and icy liquid soaked the floor as pain erupted across my back.

I hit the ground as I felt dizzy from the impact. Around us, shocked guests recoiled.

Quin went pale. In a blink, he stepped in front of me, shielding me from the others—but his voice was tight with fury.

"You've really outdone yourself this time. The three of us came here, ready for you to make your choice, and this is how you respond? By pulling up a trick?"

I stared at him, stunned. What was he even talking about?

"You arranged for Silvia to be attacked while we were here, huh? You're trying to pressure us into surrendering? How clever!" Mason snapped. His eyes were cold and filled with disdain.

The accusation pierced through me like a blade, and it pulled me out of the daze.

Of course, it was Silvia. This had her written all over it.

Nearly everyone in the hall was from allied packs or Dad's close friends. But they just stood there in silence, watching me be humiliated. Not a single person spoke up for me.

A chill crept into my heart.

Were they convinced that I wasn't capable of leading Northaria? Was that why they dared to side so openly with those three?

While the pain was throbbing in my shoulder, I glared at Kayden and demanded. "Apologize. Now."

Kayden glanced at the broken glasses on the floor, then let out a cold laugh. "Rogues nearly killed Silvia, and you want me to apologize because you got a little bump?"

Just then, Silvia burst into the room in tears.

She looked completely disheveled—face streaked with blood, her dress torn—obviously fresh from some staged "attack".

"Quin…" she whimpered pitifully.

Quin rushed to her side, shielding her, then turned to me with eyes filled with disgust.

"I almost believed you. All those promises—you were faking it the whole time. Let me lay this straight right now, I will never mark you!"

Even Mason, usually the most reserved of the three, stepped in front of Silvia with a sneer.

"You're nothing but a pathetic little Omega. You can't hold Northaria together, so you tried to use us as tools. We were ready to surrender and do our part, but you? You're just manipulative and conniving."

Then he turned and walked away, not even sparing me, the princess of Northaria, a final glance.

Quin followed, but not before pausing beside me.

"I'll be your mate, sure. But don't forget—you're just a powerless puppet. If you want Northaria to survive, you'll do exactly what I say," he said icily.

I stood frozen, watching their backs as they walked out. They'd forgotten one crucial truth—if it weren't for me, the King of Northaria would've never taken them in.

Just as they reached the threshold, one of the guests hesitated, clearly about to call out and stop them.

However, I raised my voice. "Let them go!"

Silvia turned to look back with a smug and radiant expression like a peacock in full display, seemingly certain she had won.

The butler leaned close, and his voice trembled. "Princess Evelyn… the three pledged Alphas have walked out. What will you do now?"

Around me, the murmurs swelled again—this time laced with doubt and fear.

"She's just an Omega… She could never hold Northaria together without an Alpha by her side."

"With all three of them gone, this might be the end of Northaria's legacy…"

I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Today isn't just my coming-of-age ceremony, it's also my engagement banquet."

Behind me, the enormous screen suddenly flickered to life. And then, Heath's sharp, chiseled face appeared.

Gasps echoed through the hall, and everyone widened their eyes in disbelief.

"Is that… is that Alpha Heath? From the Pyraxis pack?"