I Am Not An Omega, I Am The Queen Of The Deep Sea Chapter 09

I Am Not An Omega, I Am The Queen Of The Deep Sea Chapter 09

Later, I ran the underwater world well. 

The Shadow Trench returned to its former order. 

My subjects all called me “Queen of the Deep” with reverence. 

And Vaelor? He fell apart completely. 

After returning to Stormhowl Pack, his power kept declining. Silvermoon Pack teamed up with three other packs and launched a full–scale attack on Stormhowl. Vaelor was forced to accept a duel challenge. 

On duel day, Vaelor got destroyed. 

After that, Ruric took the Alpha position of Stormhowl Pack. Vaelor went from the strongest 

Alpha in the north to an ordinary rogue wolf with 

no pack. 

No one knew where he went. 

Some said he sat by the sea every day, from 

sunrise to sunset. 

Some said he’d gone crazy, muttering a woman’s 

name over and over. 

Some said that on stormy nights, he’d go into the 

ocean, try to swim out to the deep water, and get 

pounded back by the waves. Again and again. 

But those were just stories. 

In my story, he was gone. 

My three children, though? Their stories were still 

long. 

Alaric’s Perspective 

When he was young, he thought power came from 

his father. 

Later, he learned it came from his mother. 

He was the smartest of the three. And the first to 

realize how wrong he’d been. 

After losing the Sea God’s blessing, he spent a 

long time relearning everything. It took him years. 

to go from a “former genius” who’d lost his 

abilities to a wolf who truly earned his strength 

with skill. 

As an adult, he defeated Ruric and took back the 

Alpha position of Stormhowl Pack. 

On the day he became Alpha, the entire northern. 

wolf population showed up. 

The Siren Queen, Thalassa, showed up too. 

She didn’t wear a crown. She looked like an 

ordinary guest. 

After the ceremony ended and the crowd 

dispersed. 

Alaric looked at Thalassa and said, like he did 

when he was little, “Mom.” 

Thalassa looked at him. After a few seconds, she 

nodded. 

“Congratulations on becoming Alpha.” 

Alaric suddenly understood. 

She’d forgiven him. 

But she would never love him the way she did 

when he was small. 

Torren’s Perspective 

When Torren was little, he worshipped his father, looked down on his mother, and worshipped. 

power. Then he lost the siren blessing. He got 

beaten for the first time. He discovered he wasn’t 

special. 

After that Siren Feast, he disappeared. 

Torren left the wolves and started traveling the 

continent. 

Many years later, a name appeared on the continent–the Gray Wolf Ranger. No one knew where he came from. They only knew he was 

strong. So strong that no one dared say the word 

“useless” in front of him. 

Every year, he came back to the coast once. 

He stood on a rock, looked out at the sea, and said 

nothing. 

He never entered the Siren Court. 

Because he felt he hadn’t earned the right yet. 

Morrigan’s Perspective 

When Morrigan was little, she said, “I wish 

someone else was my mom.” 

But later, Morrigan started to awaken her siren 

bloodline. 

She could hear the waves. She could understand. 

whale songs. And one night under a full moon, she 

found that her own throat could make that 

haunting, beautiful siren sound. 

She started to realize: she’d inherited part of her 

mother. 

She didn’t belong to the wolves. Not entirely to 

land either. 

She belonged to that sea. 

So she went to the Siren Court on her own to learn 

how to control her power. 

Decades later. 

Thalassa sat on her throne. Her silver–white hair 

had streaks of white now, but her golden vertical 

pupils were still sharp. Morrigan was an adult 

now, standing beside her in a silver siren robe, her 

silver–blue hair falling to her waist. 

A siren noble stepped forward and bowed. “Your 

Majesty, will you pass the throne to the princess?” 

Thalassa’s answer was simple. 

“No.” 

Everyone froze. 

Thalassa looked at Morrigan. There was a hint of 

a smile in her golden eyes. 

“You have to earn the throne yourself.” 

Morrigan smiled. 

The smile looked exactly like Thalassa’s when she 

was young. 

Because this time, she’d finally earned her 

mother’s respect. 

They used to think their mother was the weakest 

person. 

When they grew up, they found out. 

She was the strongest person in the whole world. 

Her power wasn’t claws or teeth. It was 

endurance. 

And they had to live with that knowledge for the 

rest of their lives.