Page 1 of Omega's Reign

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Omegas Must Bow

Holly

My brutal father would lose his shit if he saw me now. Fortunately, the cruel bastard lies as a pile of cremains in the family mausoleum far from my territory and kingdom.

My kingdom.

Sometimes—most times—I still can’t believe it.

No omega in my lifetime has ever taken a leadership position within the Saint Vista Pack Regimes, and here I sit, spread eagle on my ornate throne with one of my beta boyfriends buried between my legs.

“Come for me, my queen,” Jordan murmurs, peeking up at me. “Just one more time. Stop thinking. Just feel.”

He knows me too well.

He calls this a brain break and loves getting on his knees when he thinks I could use a little stress relief. And I can’t deny how much I need the distraction.

“I don’t think I can,” I whisper, clutching onto the arms of my throne, wiggling on the velvet seat.

“You can do anything,” he says, adjusting his hand to slide a finger inside me. “Especially with me here, worshipping your beautiful body.”

I grip his hair at the sensation, scooting forward a bit until I squeeze his head between my thighs. He growls at my sudden control, the vibration of his lips exactly what I need to lose myself. A wave of pleasure burns through me, blossoming from my clit and sizzling across every pulsing muscle.

“Mmm. My perfect queen. You’re so good.” Jordan shifts forward, resting his head on my lap, letting me comb my fingers through his soft brown hair. I love when he gets all bossy, especially since he’s a beta and doesn’t really get the chance with his older alpha brother around.

“And you’re incredible. Exactly what I need.” Locking my fingers to his wrists, I pull him until he gives in and gets to his feet. I adjust my dress to fall over my knees, ignoring the fact that my panties sit on top of my heels on the floor. No one is allowed in here without my permission anyway.

“Does this mean you’re ready to return to the ballroom?” Jordan clasps my hands in his, coaxing me to stand.

I remain heavy in place, using my dead-weight to glue myself to the throne. “Why bother? None of the pack leaders respect me. They only ever address Beckett. They treat me like I’m here for show and to appease the Pack Regimes.”

“Which is why it’s important that you make an appearance and let it be known that you’re our territory leader. If they talk over you, then yell. Show them who you really are. You’re not the docile daughter of a dead king. You’re better fit to be leader than any of them.”

God, I needed this peptalk. If only every single one of his words of encouragement didn’t always vanish the second I get within a foot of the cocky alphas. They’re used to a cruel ruler who cares so little about anyone apart from wealth and carnal need. That’s not me.

“Now come on. I’ll be right beside you. Promise.” Jordan tugs my hands again, and I relent, giving into his handsome smile.

I stand tall on my tiptoes and kiss him, catching the scent of our lust permeating from his skin. He should wash his face, but he won’t. Not now. Not before we have to enter a room full of alphas who think they’re the only ones deserving of an omega.

And Jordan has never broken a promise.

It’s what gets me moving, tightening my fingers through his as we walk together down the long, empty aisle of a throne room I’ve never allowed anyone except for my most trusted people to visit. It’s my safe space with one known entrance and then a secret exit into some tunnels built by Jordan and the rest of the Silverstein Pack. There’s something about the ornate throne and pews for sitting that brings me peace. It’s the place I meditate best and where I’m reminded that my life is real.

I’m an omega queen. The only omega queen.

What I do in my kingdom from here on out will set precedence for other territories. If I can prove that my rule will help people thrive, then maybe I can help encourage natural change without wars. Without force.

Because the Pack Regimes of Saint Vista have lost enough.

The territories within the region of Saint Vista have been at war. It’s how I became the ruler and leader of Platinum Shores, which was formerly part of the Calico Proper region, and now in Saint Vista. I was born into the Gilded Sands Pack, and they helped start the revolution. My brothers’ love of an omega changed things. For everyone. For me.

And now it’s my turn to do the same.

I agreed to help this territory with the Silverstein Pack as a way to build my own path. I have lived in the shadows of my brothers for all of my short adult life. They need to focus on their territory and pack. Their family. I just want to focus on the world. On me.

Bellowing laughter pulls me from my thoughts, and I straighten my dress and square my shoulders, wishing I would have grabbed my heels to make me taller. It’s easier to demand attention when I’m at the same level as the alphas within my territory instead of them looking down at me due to my size. I’m not short, but I’m not as tall as most of the alphas. However, I can be in the right heels.

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