Arc 1 – Omegaverse: The Hunter and the Omega Prince
Day 11 – Part II – The Queen's Chamber
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The Queen's private chambers were the quietest place in the palace — not because the air was peaceful, but because the silence felt trained, like a dangerous hound that would only break it at her command.
Black silk drapes hung from ceiling to floor, swallowing most of the winter light. The polished obsidian floor reflected her form like dark water as she crossed toward the tall, oval Mirror.
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This mirror was no fairytale trinket — its cloudy quartz surface was etched with thin silver lines in spirals, an ancient device that could read pheromone signatures. It wasn't beauty it judged, but rarity and impact.
The Queen stood before it, her gown a deep carmine that clung to her curves, her hair arranged in a high braid that crowned her head like a coiled serpent.
> "Show me," she said, her tone a command rather than a request.
The quartz stirred, shifting into an image.
A boy — or rather, an omega who was so androgynous that the mind resisted placing him in either category — sat by a window somewhere in the mountains, wrapped in a thick blanket. Pale golden hair, loose and slightly messy from sleep, fell against flushed cheeks. His eyes — clear, unguarded, almost too open — were framed by lashes so long they shadowed his skin.
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Her breath caught for half a second, and then her lips curved, slow and dangerous.
> How fragile. How breakable. How easy to keep.
Her fixation wasn't the kind born of romance. It was the hunger of someone who found a rare gem in the dirt and decided no one else should ever touch it.
This omega — Kyle — radiated a softness that made alphas want to shield him.
That same softness was dangerous. Dangerous because it shifted loyalties without permission.
The wolf had already noticed.
And she had seen the way Aldrich's eyes — her own enforcer — lingered on him in the few seconds they'd met in court.
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Her nails, painted a dark, wet-crimson, tapped against the mirror's frame.
If she couldn't keep him here in the palace under her care, she would make sure he was brought here — by force, if necessary.
An omega like that couldn't be allowed to wander the world freely.
She turned her head slightly, her braid brushing her shoulder.
"Huntsman," she called.
A tall figure stepped from the shadows — a beta clad in dark leather, with a hood pulled low. He knelt.
"Find him. Bring him to me alive… and unharmed. But make him understand—" she smiled faintly, eyes narrowing, "—that the mountains are never safe for pretty little things like him."
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In the Cabin
Far away, Kyle sneezed into his blanket and pulled it tighter around himself, still pale and shaky from the cold he'd caught two days ago.
He didn't know the forest outside was holding its breath — not just for the wolf pacing somewhere beyond the tree line, but for another hunter now stalking toward him.
Aldrich, seated near the hearth, caught a faint shift in the wind. His hand brushed the hilt of his weapon, eyes sharpening, but he said nothing.
There were too many predators with their eyes on the same fragile omega.
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