I Am Not An Omega, I Am The Queen Of The Deep Sea Chapter 05

I Am Not An Omega, I Am The Queen Of The Deep Sea Chapter 05

The deck was dead silent. 

Just the sound of waves slapping against the hull 

-loud, sharp, like invisible slaps. 

Vaelor was soaked. His perfectly tailored coat 

hung off him like a wet rag. He was still gripping 

that piece of fabric he’d torn from my dress, his 

knuckles white. He stood there like a statue that 

had been struck by lightning. 

“Da… Daddy…” 

Little Morrigan was the first to break. She pointed 

at the still–churning whirlpool on the surface, her 

whole body shaking. “Was that Mommy? Did 

Mommy turn into… a monster?” 

“Shut up!” Vaelor spun around. Those cold, distant 

eyes were now bloodshot and feral. 

Morrigan flinched so hard she hiccupped and 

stopped crying. 

Even Alaric couldn’t keep his cool anymore. “This 

doesn’t make sense… How could a wolf turn into a 

siren? This has to be some trick Mom pulled to 

scare us, right, Dad?” 

He looked desperately at Vaelor, searching for a 

“reasonable” explanation. 

Alaric stepped forward, his voice rising. “Dad! Say 

something! What is go-” 

“I said shut up! Can’t you hear?!” Vaelor roared 

back. 

Alaric’s mouth snapped shut. But his fists 

clenched so tight his knuckles cracked. 

Torren wasn’t standing. Somehow, he’d ended up 

sitting on the wet deck, legs stretched out in front 

of him, like a puddle of mud. Rain pounded his 

face, and he didn’t even try to avoid it. His mouth. 

hung open. His eyes stayed locked on the 

shrinking whirlpool. 

“She… she couldn’t shift into a wolf… but she can 

shift into a siren?” 

No one answered him. 

“She’s… she’s a siren? Why is she so huge? She’s… 

she’s really Mom?” 

His voice got smaller with every word. The last 

few were barely a whisper. 

Morrigan hid behind Alaric, peeking out just 

enough to ask, “Alaric… does Mommy not want us 

anymore?” 

Alaric didn’t answer. 

Neither did Torren. 

Vaelor sucked in a breath, like a drowning man 

gasping for air. 

He was an Alpha. He’d ruled the northern 

territories for years. He’d handled rogue attacks, 

border rebellions, internal coups. Of course he 

knew sirens lived in the ocean. There were old 

scrolls about them in the underground library- 

creatures that lived in the Shadow Trench, older 

than any wolf, more dangerous than any rogue. 

But he’d never thought wolves and sirens could be 

connected. 

And he’d definitely never thought the Omega who’d 

slept beside him for seven years was a siren. 

But the last seventeen years started flashing 

through his mind like a broken reel. 

Thalassa’s always–cold body temperature. 

Thalassa never eating cooked fish. 

Thalassa getting weirdly excited every time it 

rained. 

And… Thalassa’s “anemia” and “weakness” that 

never got better no matter what they tried. 

It wasn’t frailty. 

It was dehydration. 

“Turn the boat around.” Vaelor’s voice came out 

rough as gravel. 

“But Mom-” 

“I said turn around!” Vaelor exploded, veins bulging 

in his neck. “Get the rescue teams out here! Call 

every search crew on the coast! I don’t care if she 

turned into a damn fish and swam to the middle of 

the ocean!” 

His jaw was locked. His eyes burned with 

obsession. 

“Thalassa. You think you can leave me like this? 

Dream on.” 

“Even if you turned into a fish, I’ll catch you and 

lock you in a tank. Keep you forever.” 

I heard that threat from deep in the ocean. 

Sirens‘ hearing underwater is hundreds of times 

better than wolves‘. 

I rolled my eyes, grabbed a passing king crab, and 

cracked its claw off. Then I enjoyed the meat. 

Seafood really is better. But Vaelor hated the smell 

of seafood, so I never ate any at Stormhowl Pack. 

Now I could finally feast. 

A sleek orca swam up beside me. A man was 

riding it–silver–white hair drifting in the water like 

a glowing cloud. 

That was my guard captain. Cassian. Silent, 

reliable. He’d been handling the underwater 

kingdom’s affairs while I was gone. 

“Your Majesty, you’re finally back.” Cassian’s voice 

was dark. “Seventeen years. You never should’ve 

gone to land for that long.” 

He’d heard Vaelor’s threat too. His fury exploded. 

“That damn wolf dares treat you like that! I’ll skin 

him and feed his pelt to the sharks! I’ll go flip their boat right now!” 

“No,” I stopped him. “My children are still on that 

boat.” 

Cassian froze. His silver hair floated around him in 

the current. 

“They’ll find out soon enough what they lost,” I said, then sighed. “Now tell me. What’s been happening in the ocean lately?” 

I disappeared with him into the deep. 

But back on land, the Stormhowl Pack was about 

to fall apart.