The Omega's Secret Mate

The sun's rays pierce the small window, waking you abruptly. A quick glance at the wall clock sends a jolt of panic through you – you've overslept, a rare and dangerous occurrence.

"How is this possible?" you mutter, scrambling out of the narrow bed that serves as your resting place in the storage room.

You quickly pull on the familiar, hated maid uniform, the coarse fabric a constant reminder of your fallen status. A sudden knock at the door makes your heart freeze. It's one of the other maids, here to ensure you're up and ready for the day's endless chores. Just like any other servant, except this is your family's home.

As you hurry towards the kitchen, the sound of laughter drifts from the dining room – the royal family, your family, enjoying a feast while you prepare their meals. The injustice burns, a familiar ache in your chest.