The Omega's fate novel Chapter 1

"Where the hell is she?"

Lyne resisted the urge to curse as she heard her step-sister's voice in the corridor.

She packed her bags with force, lips pouted as she detests the family trip to the South Jungle. The jungle is a heritage passed down to their Father as the royal family and that is where they spend their vacation.

Living with eight siblings which all are her steps has been a living hell for her as she has had to live with discrimination and bullying for years. And for what? Simply because she doesn't have a wolf. Turning 21 next year without a mate, she cared less but it only made her a laughing stock the more.

She has been told stories about her mother and father several times by Akeila, an old seer in the pack. She knew her mother was very beautiful with golden hair like hers. Slender body and red lips. She was told her mother was a great warrior even though she wasn't a wolf. That was one reason why Styx, her father had chosen to keep her as one of his wives. When her mother, Gillian was pregnant, Akeila said she foresaw that her baby was going to be a savior to the whole pack and was going to be very powerful. The packs and other royal household members were awaiting a baby with a huge powerful wolf inside of her until they were told she was pure human just like her mother. She became a disappointment to everyone asides from her mother who didn't have the opportunity to see her grow as she died on the battlefield when she was barely a month old.

With tears in her eyes, she replayed the words of her sisters in her head.

'You mean nothing to us. You mean nothing to everyone.'

Korba, her most hated stepsister who was preparing for her marriage soon with Azrael, stepped into her room.

Azrael, the chief warrior who is also a leader of the wolf army has been Lyne's biggest crush since she was eight. When she was a kid, she would often run towards the field to watch him train others without his shirt on. She has always fantasized about herself in his arms and she knew if Azrael had lured her to his bed, she wouldn't think twice before giving in.

All her dreams shattered when she overheard her Father talking with him.

"I'd love to arrange the wedding between your daughter and I soon. I would want to marry her after this month." She heard his deep voice as she was on her way to the King's chamber to report her sisters to him.

Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered who it could be. Who was Azrael's mate amongst the King's daughters? Could it be her? But her face fell when she heard him say next.

"Korba has grown into a beautiful young woman. It won't be nice to keep her waiting after all these years."

She should have known. Who would want to mate with a mixed breed? Her mother was human and her father a wolverine, and she doesn't have a wolf. Slowly, her dreams crashed and she forgot about trying to fit in the boxes of her family.

"Looks like someone's mood has been ruined." A wry voice sounded behind Lyne, and she was snapped back to reality.

Korba Rook, twenty-one years old with thick black hair that sits on her head like wool. Her skin as pale as a ghost and her lips always cracked. Her eyes sunk into their sockets. Her cheekbones are protruded and her tall lanky body makes her look like she can break anytime.

Her full profile can make anyone think she's always sick.

So this was the woman Azrael, the most powerful and handsome man she knows has chosen to marry. Although Lyne was also slim, she had a good shape that could pass for a model. Her long golden colored hair brought out her soft pink colored skin. This color matches her red tiny lips, long lashes, and blue eyes that looked like the ocean. She wondered if Azrael is suffering from any eye problem.

"No one's mood is ruined," Lyne replied to her sister as she kept packing her bags. "I'm just doing what I'm meant to do. Follow everybody's rules since I don't matter to anyone."

"What a fool," Korba spat, her face crumpled in disdain. "How do you expect to matter to anyone if you are not one of us? Why you don't even have talent."

"Of course, I do. What would you say about my dreams that come true?" She inquired mildly.

"Oh my God! Baby, that's a coincidence," her sister placed a hand on her shoulder.

"And it's nonsense—"

"Nonsense? How?" Lyne dropped the cloth she was holding before turning to her sister. "I can't believe you're saying this. My dream saved our Father, remember?"

"You mean, almost killed him? You lured the werecats with your nonsense!" They were both standing, faces inches apart. The hatred between them grew as usual.