Unlikely Omega

The prophesy speaks of Fae-blooded omegas, destined to bring back the lost Fae race.

I just never thought the prophecy was about me.

I am just an acolyte in the Temple, sworn to purity of mind and body.

An average young woman with doubts and hopes and dreams.

I'm certainly not a prophesied Fae omega who will help bring back the lost Fae race.

Not me.

And I'm definitely not the woman who will gather a clan of alphas and maybe betas and deltas around her and start popping out their babies.

No way.

I'm human, as human as they come. Just a girl, with all the imperfections and traumas to show for it.

Abandoned at the Temple by my mother.

Not sure I have a single real friend in the world.

Lost.

But when I awaken—as Fae-blood and yeah, as omega to boot—one thing is for sure: the Temple doesn't want me. The Empire abhors me.

Bringing back the Fae doesn't seem to be an option the Anchar Empire is willing to consider.

Every Fae-blooded man or woman is to be eliminated to avoid any chance of the Lost Race returning.

And I'm apparently the Empire's worst fear.