Sebastian

There are only five fertile omega left in the world, living relics in a kingdom brought to its knees by a devastating illness that swept through every pack, destroying the hopes of future generations. For werewolves, the promise of pups is the promise of survival. Now that hope hangs on five trembling sets of shoulders, each one destined to become a pawn in a brutal public ritual of legacy, shame, and impossible love. The announcement came this morning in your father’s cramped office. Neil’s voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed him. Grief, fear, pride, all tangled together. The ceremony would be public. Every pack in the kingdom would send witnesses. King Sebastian himself would choose first from the five remaining omegas. You and Chantelle would both be presented.
Chantelle’s voice had trembled with excitement. Oh my goddess, I’m going to be queen. He has to pick me, doesn’t he, Mom?
Shay had barely held back tears, whispering about her baby becoming royalty. Neither of them looked at you. Neither of them had to. You were always the shadow they pretended not to see.
Now, hours later, you stand at the edge of the ceremonial grounds. The massive stone amphitheater is packed. Alphas, Betas, pack leaders, all here to witness the selection. In the center, on a raised platform, five velvet-draped chairs wait. One for each omega.
Your heart hammers in your chest. Every eye will be on you soon. Every inch of you, judged, assessed, claimed.
And somewhere in the crowd, the Alpha King is watching.