I Am Not An Omega, I Am The Queen Of The Deep Sea Chapter 06

I Am Not An Omega, I Am The Queen Of The Deep Sea Chapter 06

I was the Siren Queen. Born with the Sea God’s 

blessing. 

The reason Stormhowl Pack had become the 

strongest pack in the north? 

Because Vaelor carried the mate mark of the Siren 

Queen. 

After I left. 

The blessing disappeared. 

The Stormhowl Pack Council hall. Three days ago, 

it had been full of people. 

Alaric opened the top report and scanned the numbers. Enemy count. Movement direction. Estimated arrival time. Back in the day, he’d look at this stuff and know exactly what to do in one 

glance. 

But today, he stared at one line for a full minute. His mind was completely blank. 

“Alaric?” an elder asked. “You been working too 

hard?” 

“I’m fine.” Alaric closed the report. “I’ve finished reviewing this. The patrol can proceed as 

planned.” 

Alaric leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. 

As planned. What plan? He didn’t even remember what the plan was. He’d just thrown out a half–decent answer to make the elder go away. 

He didn’t understand what was happening. 

Three days ago, he’d been the smartest young wolf in the north. Even Alphas from other packs would come to him for advice. 

Now, his abilities were gone. 

When he was little, he had superhuman memory and precognition. Everyone saw him as the future Alpha heir. He always thought those were his own 

gifts. 

But as soon as his mother left, those abilities 

vanished. 

If those things weren’t even his… then without his 

mother… who was he? 

Torren thought he was going to die. 

He was lying on his bedroom floor, convulsing. The floorboards were covered in scratches from 

his claws. 

This was the shift he’d waited fourteen years for. Three days after his mother left, he could finally 

turn into a wolf. 

He thought it would be like he’d imagined–one roar, his body swelling, silver–gray fur covering him, his eyes glowing gold. Everyone cheering. 

Reality was him curled up in agony, wishing his mother was there to comfort him. 

“AHHH!” 

With one pained scream, Torren finally shifted. 

He looked at himself in the mirror. A regular gray wolf. Smaller than other kids his age. Exactly like every ordinary warrior on the training field. 

“No… no way…” 

Torren had been called a prodigy warrior since he was little. Even though he couldn’t shift, he was 

still better than those who could. He used to 

believe that if it weren’t for his mother’s bloodline 

holding him back, he’d be even stronger. Maybe 

even stronger than his older brother. 

Now that he could shift, shouldn’t he be stronger? 

He went to the training ground. 

For the first time, a warrior he’d always looked 

down on pinned him to the dirt. 

“Didn’t you always say you’d be the strongest after 

you shifted?” the warrior said with a sneer. “How 

come you got weaker instead? When you used to 

beat me… was that even you?” 

Torren struggled. He couldn’t get up. 

Right then, he realized. The mother he’d looked 

down on… was the source of all his strength. 

Morrigan had inherited the most siren blood. 

She was always thirsty. Constantly drinking water. 

But no one in the house paid attention to her. 

She went back to her room and picked up the 

storybook from her bedside table. The cover had a 

folded corner. On it was a girl with a fish tail, 

sitting on a rock and singing. 

She pressed the book against her chest. 

“Mommy…” she whispered. “I miss you.” 

“Mommy, don’t you want me anymore?” 

She looked down and opened the book to the first page. A picture of the ocean. Deep blue. 

“Mommy, are you in the sea?” she asked the book, her voice tiny. “I want to come down too. I’m so thirsty. I feel like the only water is in the ocean.” 

Tears ran down Morrigan’s closed eyes. 

“Mommy…” she murmured. “Come get me… okay?” 

The Stormhowl Pack’s territory was collapsing. 

This was something Vaelor never thought could 

happen. 

Five days ago, he was the strongest Alpha in the 

north. His pack spanned three mountain ranges. No rogue dared approach his borders. No pack dared challenge his authority. 

Now, he’d received seven declarations of war in one week. 

He accepted the duels. He ordered his warriors to stay on standby. 

The duels ended. Vaelor won every single one. He maintained his dignity as an Alpha. But he knew. Something was already gone. 

He went home. Up the stairs. Down the hall. Into the home he’d shared with Thalassa. 

He pushed open the door. 

Everything in the room was exactly like the day she left. Her hair still on the pillow. A faint, sweet smell in the air. 

Vaelor walked to the closet and pulled out a white dress. He clutched it in his hand and breathed in deeply. 

The scent was already fading. 

“Thalassa…” he said quietly. “My Luna… my mate… 

I was wrong…” 

He buried his face in the dress. His shoulders 

started shaking. 

“Please come back…” 

“My head hurts so much…” 

The next morning, Vaelor stood on the beach, shouting at a dozen wolf warriors. “Search! Keep searching!” His voice was hoarse. Dark circles under his eyes. Days of stubble on his jaw. 

“Scour this entire stretch of sea! Question the 

local fishermen! Check every cave on the 

coastline! Every possible hiding spot!” 

A warrior cautiously asked, “Alpha… what exactly are we looking for?” 

“Her! Find Thalassa!” Vaelor was practically screaming. “She’s in this ocean! She couldn’t have 

gone far!” 

The warriors exchanged looks. No one dared argue. They spread out and started searching the 

coast. 

Vaelor stood on a rock, staring at the black sea. 

“Thalassa,” he whispered. “You can’t leave me.”