EVERYONE MOCKED THE WEAK OMEGA — UNTIL HER GOLDEN WOLF MADE THE ENTIRE COURT BEG FOR MERCY 🐺✨

Inside the citadel, Silas wiped ale from his beard, laughing nervously as he looked toward the doors.

"Probably a starving mountain bear," he sneered, loosening the longsword in his scabbard. "I’ll skin the beast myself and bring its head to the high table."

He marched toward the massive double doors, reaching out a thick, calloused hand to grasp the iron bolt.

He never touched it.

With an ear-splitting crash, the oak doors exploded inward. Millions of splinters erupted like a cloud of wooden shrapnel across the great hall. Silas was scooped up by an invisible wave of kinetic force, flying backward forty feet before slamming unconscious against a massive stone pillar, his sword clattering uselessly against the flagstones.

A crushing, suffocating aura flooded the hall. It was the presence of an apex predator so absolute, so overwhelmingly majestic, that every single noble dropped instantly to their knees. Alphas fell gasping for breath, clutching their throats as their inner wolves whimpered in terror. Betas collapsed, their foreheads pressed hard against the cold stone.

King Godfrey slumped back into his throne, his royal wolf cowering deep within his subconscious, too terrified to even bare its teeth.

Through the settling dust and curling steam strode Rowena.

Her golden wolf form radiated an unearthly glow, illuminating the terrified faces of the court. Beatrice let out a shrill, blood-curdling scream, stumbling backward until she tripped over a bench. Lord Reginald went chalk-white, his jaw hanging slack as he stared into eyes that held the accumulated wrath of a thousand years.

Cedric, driven by pure alpha instinct and blind panic, let out a furious growl. His body shifted, skin rippling and bones expanding as he transformed into a massive, coal-black wolf—the largest alpha beast in the Western Reaches.

He lunged across the hall, jaws parted to clamp down on the golden intruder’s throat.

Rowena did not flinch. She moved with terrifying, fluid grace.

One golden paw lashed out in midair.

Thud.

The impact echoed like a thunderclap. Cedric’s massive black form was swatted out of the air as if he were nothing more than a buzzing fly. He crashed heavily onto the stone floor, sliding twenty feet before coming to a halt against the dais.

Before he could twitch his paws to rise, Rowena placed a single, heavy golden paw directly between his shoulder blades. The pressure was absolute. The future Alpha of Blackwood let out a pathetic, high-pitched whimper, pinned to the earth like a squirming insect.

Then, a command resonated not through the air, but directly inside the minds of every living soul in the room:

Beg.

And they did.

The proud nobles who had laughed as Rowena bled pressed their faces flat against the floor. Lord Reginald trembled violently, tears streaming down his powdered face. Beatrice sobbed uncontrollably into the dust. Cedric shook beneath the crushing weight of the golden paw, his alpha pride utterly shattered.

Slowly, majestic golden fire engulfed Rowena’s massive frame. The wolf form dissolved into sparkling motes of light, fading away to reveal a woman standing tall amidst the ruins.

Her hair, once dull and matted, now cascaded down her back like molten gold, gleaming under the torchlight. Her posture was regal, unyielding, and terrifyingly calm.

Lord Reginald was the first to move, scrambling desperately across the floor on his hands and knees, clawing his way toward her boots.

"My daughter!" he wailed, his voice cracking with false adoration. He ripped his expensive velvet cloak from his shoulders and spread it frantically over the dusty stone before her feet. "My beautiful, glorious daughter! I always knew you were destined for greatness! It was a test—only a test to awaken your true blood!"

Rowena looked down at him, her golden-flecked eyes devoid of any warmth.

"House Sterling has no daughter named Rowena," she said softly, her voice carrying easily across the silent hall.