I Am Not An Omega, I Am The Queen Of The Deep Sea Chapter 03
“No.” His refusal was instant. “There’s a storm warning. The coast isn’t safe.”
“I’m going.”
I didn’t back down.
The thirst inside me had reached its limit. I could feel my legs heating up—a sign they wanted to turn back into a tail.
If I didn’t touch seawater soon, I was going to shift right here.
And this whole family would probably have a heart attack.
“Mom.” Alaric spoke up again. “Stop it. I got you a gift too. The beach really isn’t safe for you.”
I caught the hint of concern in his voice and felt my heart soften a little.
Alaric had once been so tiny in my arms. He was my first child—the first siren-wolf hybrid ever. I had no idea if the two powers would fight inside him. So when his fever hit, I was terrified.
I carried him to the water. Everyone thought I was insane. But I was just quietly begging the Sea God to give me strength, to protect my child.
I took his gift, thinking maybe my child did love me after all. Maybe I could wait. Maybe I could ask to go to the beach tomorrow.
Torren suddenly got agitated. “You got Mom a gift? Why would you get her a gift?”
“Shut up,” Alaric said.
I opened the gift. Inside was a leather-bound book. I flipped to the first page. It said, [To Elara Stone—good luck at tomorrow’s pack council meeting.]
Elara Stone. The pack’s best female warrior.
“Elara Stone?” I said the name out loud. “Why would she be at the pack council meeting? Isn’t that the Luna’s job?”
“Wrong gift. It’s not for you.” Alaric took the book from my hands.
I kept going. “Why wasn’t I invited to the meeting? You don’t want me at the pack council? You want some other she-wolf to take my place?” My thirst was getting worse. My skin felt like it was cracking.
Vaelor said, “No one’s trying to take your Luna position. But you’re not suited for pack council meetings.”
I said angrily, “Then what am I suited for? Staying home, doing chores, making dinner, and waiting for you all to come back?”
Torren suddenly said, “What else can you do, really? Elara makes us proud. You make us embarrassed. Right, Mori?”
Morrigan hesitated, too scared to look at me. Then she nodded. “I wish Elara was our mom instead…”
Morrigan’s words cut deep.
“Thalassa!” Vaelor was clearly angry now. He grabbed my wrist. “What the hell is wrong with you today? There’s nothing going on between me and Elara. She’s just filling in as the pack’s rep at the meeting. I need to scare off wolves from other territories. Elara’s a good assistant.”
“Nothing’s wrong with me.”
I could taste blood in my throat. Fighting through the waves of pain, I pulled my lips into something that was uglier than a cry.
“Vaelor. I just regret it.”
Regret saving you.
Regret loving you.
Regret having these three pups.
Vaelor’s pupils contracted hard. His grip on my wrist tightened.
“Regret? What right do you have to regret? Without me, rogues would’ve torn you apart! Thalassa, you better remember your place!”
“Enough!”
I yanked my hand out of Vaelor’s grip.
With my power about to explode, my strength was insane. I actually pushed Vaelor back two steps.
Everyone froze.
Even I was surprised.
I looked down. Fine, silver-blue scales were already appearing on my wrist.
Just a flash—but I knew. I couldn’t hide it anymore.
“I’m going to the beach.” I looked at Vaelor with empty eyes. “As a birthday present. Last time I’m asking.”
Maybe it was the finality in my eyes. Maybe Vaelor had just never seen me like this.
He was silent for a long moment. Then he spit out one cold word:
“Fine.”
“If you want to go feel the wind that badly, fine. Don’t expect me to care.”
