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

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega.

All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega.

So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs.

But none of them have ever truly looked at me.

The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack.

I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with nothing but cold, contemptuous stares.

I used to think he was just emotionally distant—until the Moon Goddess Festival.

That night, I saw him kneel before Silvia Anderson, the daughter of my father's second-in-command. His voice is soft, and his gaze is tender.

"I'm marrying Evelyn only to repay the Alpha King's kindness. Once I get the inheritance, I'll make you my Luna. As long as she doesn't harm you, I'll even grant her a piece of land to live out her life in peace. You're my true mate."

The night before the marking ceremony, my father asks me who I choose.

I think of the way all three of the pledged Alphas look away whenever our eyes meet.

I smile and say, "I'm the rightful heir of Northaria. My mate should be someone who brings the greatest strength to our pack. And so, I choose Alpha Heath of the Pyraxis pack."

The air goes still.

My father frowns. "Him? Are you sure? Every one of his mates has died under mysterious circumstances. His wolf is known to be vicious—no one dares get close to him. You truly want to be his mate?"

"As the only daughter of the Alpha King of Northaria, it's only right I choose to ally with the strongest pack—the Pyraxis pack." My voice was calm and unwavering.

Dad's gaze was heavy with concern. "Even so... not one of the three pledged Alphas I chose for you stirred your heart?"

Dad had loved Mom deeply, but she died the year I was born, ambushed and fatally wounded by our enemies. Since then, he had refused to take another Luna Queen.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to entrust all of Northaria to a daughter born an Omega—especially one who hadn't yet awakened her wolf.

On his second-in-command's counsel, he had selected three orphaned pups of Alpha blood from our allied packs. They were raised alongside me, groomed to be my future mates—our so-called "pledged Alphas".

He even issued a royal decree, declaring that whoever marked me in the future would stand beside me and rule the packs of Northaria as equals.

Dad loved me, but he didn't believe an Omega