Alpha Theo: Legacy Of The Banished Omega

Obstacles

Paula, whose appetite for personal gain was as large as her belly, soon found herself considering Samantha. She would watch her work despite her high position—her gentle manners, her soft-spoken voice, the way she bowed her head with respect—and think, Yes… she would make an excellent kitchen maid for the Alpha’s estate.

By the time the selection list was finalized, Paula had already written Samantha’s name neatly among those chosen for the Alpha’s kitchens. Her reasoning was simple: a girl like Samantha—generous, well-mannered, and apparently eager to please—was worth keeping close. And who knew what other “goodies” she might share once she was in the grand estate?

When Samantha heard the news, her heart leapt so violently it nearly escaped her chest. She kept her face composed in public—just another maid acknowledging her assignment—but the moment she was alone in her small, dimly lit room, she allowed herself the luxury of silent celebration.

Her lips curled into a smile as she pressed her hands together. Finally, the first step of her plan had succeeded.

That night, she lit a small candle and pulled out a scrap of parchment. With steady, deliberate strokes, she wrote to her mother, detailing the new development. Every word was laced with barely restrained triumph.

By the time she folded the letter, sealing it with a drop of wax from her candle, she could already imagine her mother’s satisfaction—and her reminder that there was still more to be done.

Samantha blew out the candle, the room plunging back into darkness. But in her mind, she could already see the halls of the Alpha’s estate, and she vowed… soon, very soon, she would make her move..

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The Next Day...

Samantha and the two other maids were taken to the Alpha’s estate kitchen quarters, where they were introduced to the head maid, a stern woman named Merida. She was tall, sharp-eyed, and carried herself with an authority that made even seasoned maids keep their heads down.

At first sight, and for reasons Samantha couldn’t immediately understand, Merida’s gaze lingered on her a moment longer than necessary. There was no warmth in those eyes—only a thin line of suspicion. When she spoke, her tone toward Samantha was colder, clipped, lacking the faint politeness she extended to the other two girls.

“You,” Merida said, gesturing at Samantha without even asking her name. “You’ll be reassigned to laundry duty.”

The announcement was so sudden that Samantha almost spoke up in protest, but she swallowed her words. Her original assignment had been in the kitchen—close enough to see and possibly serve the higher-ranking wolves of the estate. The laundry department was further from the main halls, and those who worked there rarely had the chance to meet anyone of importance.

Baffled, Samantha bowed her head in silence. What have I done? She doesn’t even know me. But as she picked up her small bundle of belongings and followed another maid toward the laundry building, her mind began to race. She had faced worse obstacles before; this was simply another hurdle. If Merida was the one who had blocked her path, then she needed to find a way to win her over… or find another route to her goal.

Meanwhile, in another part of the estate, tension brewed in the training fields. Jihoo had been settling into his new role as Gamma, his posture confident yet humble, his voice firm when giving orders. Many of the warriors respected him—he had earned that much through years of discipline and fair leadership. But there were three who did not.

These three warriors—Hojin, Baek, and Sunwoo—were older, seasoned fighters who had been hoping for a different appointment. In their minds, Jihoo was too mild-mannered to command them, too “soft” to lead in battle. Their envy festered into silent rebellion.

It began with small acts of disobedience: ignoring his calls during drills, performing exercises at half strength, or deliberately dragging their feet when carrying out tasks. Jihoo, at first, corrected them patiently, giving them the chance to redeem themselves. But when their behavior persisted, his tone sharpened.

One afternoon, when they outright refused to follow a tactical order during combat simulation, Jihoo stopped the entire drill. The rest of the warriors stood in tense silence as he walked up to the three, his expression calm but unyielding.

“Since you think you know better,” Jihoo said evenly, “let’s see it.”

What followed was swift and decisive. Jihoo challenged them—three against one. The fight was quick, brutal, and humiliating for the rebels. They were skilled, but Jihoo’s speed and precision overwhelmed them. Within minutes, all three were on the ground, panting and bruised, with the watching warriors murmuring in shock and newfound respect.

“Next time,” Jihoo said, breathing only slightly harder than before, “remember who commands you. And remember—obedience is not weakness. It’s unity.”

The warriors rose to their feet, their pride wounded. They bowed stiffly, but in their hearts, resentment flared hotter. When they later gathered in private, their voices were low but sharp with malice.

“We’ll see how long he lasts,” Hojin muttered, rubbing his sore jaw.

“Sooner or later,” Baek added, “Theo will see he made a mistake.”

Sunwoo’s grin was thin and dangerous. “We just need to make sure that ‘sooner’ comes fast.”

And so, they made a silent vow—to make Jihoo’s role as Gamma unbearable, to undermine him at every turn until Theo himself was forced to strip him of the title.