Page 7 of The Forbidden Dragon King
CHAPTER TWO
Bard’s Bedroom, Moon Court, Fang Kingdom
Freya, Omega Shadow Wolf Shifter
Three years later…
On the nightthat I’m going to die, the moon rise looks more beautiful and terrible than ever before.
The Mate Hunt will start soon.
Possibly, it already has.
Tonight, every unbonded adult over twenty-one will transform into their wolf formunder the full moon. Alphas will hunt and claim their Omegas. Betas who submit to an Alpha will join a pack.
By tradition, however, any non-shifter Omega like me will be torn apart.
Who said that it was unlucky to be the sole survivor of a vampire massacre as a baby that wiped out the original Moon Court?
Oh, right.
That would be everybody.
Looks like they were right.
Assholes.
I’ll only be saved if an Alpha claims me. But why would they? I’m an orphan servant.
A nobody.
By the rules of the ritual, dragon royalty, the overlords of our Fang Kingdom in the west, can intervene to save an Omega. But as much as I’ve spent my life obsessing over the legend of the Golden Dragon and the new King who it’s rumored may be his reincarnation, why would King Aurelius protect me?
I’d better save myself then, huh?
It’s what I’m best at.
“It has to be here.” I hurl the books off the carved oak shelf, scattering Prince Bard’s precious belongings, which are worth more than I am, onto the floor. “If I was a forbidden magic book, where would I be? Not here, or here, or… If I was a prince who pretends to be a fierce warrior to hide my obsession with reading tomes on ancient outlawed fae magic, where would I hide my dirty secret?”
I hiss between my teeth, pushing the fiery waves of my hair that are woven with pink roses behind my ears.
My hair has earned me the nicknameSpark.
Well, amongst the other Omega servants.
The Betas, the followers in the Moon Court, mainly ignore me. And the Alphas, the warriors and leaders, mostly call meworthless Omega bitch.
That’s okay. I call themknotless sons of raven starvers.
In my head.
I’ve had my ass kicked enough times by the elite Alphas who enjoy bullying Omegas without families to protect them to know that insulting them out loud isn’t wise.
Although, it is fun.
When wild howls arise in the distance from the woods, I shiver.
The Mate Hunt has started.
