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my omega | kny x (y/n)
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  • Time 15h 41m
  • Reads 29,931
  • Votes 615
  • Parts 31
  • Time 15h 41m
Ongoing, First published Sep 07
Mature
1 new part
a "beta" surrounded by unmated prime alphas. what would happen when they find out what you truly are? a prime omega.

NOTE: 
• (y/n) has violet hair and red eyes so i suggest you skip this one and don't read if you don't fw that so other readers of mine can enjoy this w/o comments 'bout (y/n) not having (e/c), (h/c), (b/t), etc.
• pure filth every chapter
• underaged characters are aged up
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In the age of heroes, gods, and war, the world forgot her name. Born under a bleeding moon, (Name) was the divine child of Nyx, goddess of night, and Aether, god of upper air and light-an impossible union never meant to happen. To hide the shame of their union, the gods misplaced her thread in the Loom of Fate. She was cast down to the mortal world, raised in the shadows as a girl with eyes like galaxies and power she never asked for. But fate doesn't forget. It waits. It obsesses. As a young woman, she marries Odysseus and Penelope in secret-three hearts bound in a rare and sacred union. When war calls Odysseus to Troy, (Name) defies every expectation and joins him, setting sail as his equal, his protector, and unknowingly, the object of everyone's unraveling. On this journey, (Name) becomes the eye of a storm she never meant to summon: • Gods fall in love with her. And not gently. • Demigods chase her like moths to divine flame. • Monsters let her live when they should have killed. • Penelope, back in Ithaca, becomes possessive and wrathful in her longing. • Odysseus loses battles from jealousy alone, afraid someone will touch what's his. Even the world itself seems to shift toward her: Islands tilt. Winds wail. The stars blink in rhythm with her breath. As the crew dwindles-not from war, but from obsession-fueled madness-(Name) begins to uncover the truth: The gods are not simply in love. They are desperate. The Loom of Fate has started unraveling because her misplaced thread has warped destiny itself. If she doesn't confront her origins... If she doesn't choose what she wants... The world may rip itself apart trying to possess her.