Sweetly Spoiled ( Female Alpha × Male Omega)

Chapter 2

The night was deep, blanketing the world in a silken quiet that only the stars dared to interrupt.

Astraea sat perched on the balcony railing, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of the three moons that floated like sentinels in the sky.

Her red ,long, wavy hair, the color of midnight, danced freely in the cool night breeze, each strand moving like a whisper across her shoulders.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips as her eyes fluttered shut, savoring the serenity of the moment. Her skin glistened under the gentle lunar glow, almost ethereal, as if the night itself was cradling her.

Slowly, her crimson eyes opened, reflecting the celestial bodies above, burning with a quiet intensity, as if searching for something among the stars.

The moons, with their silvered light, seemed to weep for her, casting their gaze upon her lonely form as she looked up, lost in the vast, unknowable sky.

Astraea's eyes flickered across the horizon of sky,  there are three moons—Ivara, Noctura, and Seirias. Each one painted the sky in hues of silver, blue, and violet, orbiting in a slow, celestial dance. The vibrant glow of each moon illuminated the world below, casting long shadows that stretched out like whispers of the past.

It had been seventeen years since she was born in this world, yet every breath still felt foreign.

Earth, her original home, was a distant memory, almost mythical.

Erythria is nothing like the blue-green planet she remembered from her memories.

"Erythria," a planet ruled by the supreme emperor of "Zephyros Lunaris," the largest and strongest planet in the galaxy.

His power spanned many worlds, all linked under his iron rule, and *Erythria* was but one piece in this intergalactic empire.

The political system here was intricate, with kings governing the planets in the emperor’s name.

Astraea, born as the alpha daughter of a small aristocrat, was a part of this hierarchy.

On this planet, people were divided into two genders—alpha and omega. Though her title gave her a place in society, it also came with burdens.

Astraea sighed, her breath misting in the cool night air as she stared up at the sky. The three moons were familiar yet strange, symbols of a world she hadn’t quite accepted as her own.

"What are you doing out here so late?"

The voice broke her reverie. Ren, her best friend and roommate, shuffled outside, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His dark hair was tousled, his usual sharp expression softened by drowsiness.

"You're watching the sky again. You never change, do you?

What's there to look at? It's always the same," he teased, though his voice carried the warmth of familiarity.

Astraea smiled, knowing Ren didn’t understand. To him, this sky was home. To her, it was a constant reminder of everything she didn’t belong to.