I was merciless on the battlefield, a natural-born leader, but a rare variant, nonetheless. I wasn't an omega. I wasn't fated to spread my legs and bow to an alpha.
There wasn't an ounce of omega instinct within me. There were no powerful urges that would awaken in the presence of an alpha, even one as powerful as King Vageir. I wouldn't go into heat. I would never beg to take an alpha's knot or his cock or even to be bred because it simply wasn't a part of me. I wasn't a beta either.
I didn't showcase the typical body type of one and sometimes, there was the occasional beta that would bow to me. It was a skill I'd learned to hone when I led my squadron onto the battlefield. It had granted us much success many times over.
The crowd all around me chanted in excitement, waiting to hear the king's words, but an overwhelming sense of dismay built up inside me. By announcing his choice publicly, it would mean that I wouldn't be able to refuse.
