Alpha Theo: Legacy Of The Banished Omega

Kindness Or Foolishness?

After the meeting concluded, Damian allowed Theo and the others to guide him through a swift tour of the pack. They showed him the warriors’ grounds, the training fields, and the outer farmlands, where workers bowed low in reverence at the sight of the infamous Alpha. Rina walked at Theo’s side, her presence calm and graceful, while Jihoo and Matt kept a respectful distance, observing every detail with sharp attention. The elders, eager to impress, spoke proudly of the improvements under Theo’s leadership.

Damian, though quiet, missed nothing. His sharp eyes studied every corner, every bowed head, every whisper. By the time they returned, his silence alone had weighed on everyone more than words could have.

That evening, a modest feast was prepared in his honor. The kitchen bustled with activity, and Merida, wishing to show her best, handpicked four maids to handle the serving. Among them, she chose Samantha.

But when Samantha heard her name, her heart nearly froze. If Theo caught sight of her, suspicion would surely reach Damian—and the wrath of Alpha Damian was not something she could hope to survive. Quickly, with a polite bow, she declined.

“Head maid,” she said softly, masking her fear with sweetness, “forgive me, but I am unwell. I would only spoil the service if I collapsed before our honored Alpha.”

Merida, surprised at such humility from her, hesitated. She had grown used to Samantha’s cunning ways, but her excuse carried just enough courtesy to slip through unquestioned. With a slight frown, Merida waved her off and assigned another in her place.

The feast passed in tense harmony. Damian ate little, spoke less, and observed more. Every word he gave was measured, every glance heavy with unspoken authority. By the time the night was over, most of the pack members were shaken by his presence—awed, but also wary.

The next morning, before the sun fully rose, Damian summoned Theo, Jihoo, and Matt for a brief meeting. His words were few, but they carried weight.

“Lead rightly,” he said, his gaze moving between the three. “Respect the chain of command. Stand in truth with one another, for the moment trust is broken, strength is lost. Remember—division is what destroys a pack faster than any enemy.”

They bowed in understanding, each of them feeling the press of responsibility settle heavier on their shoulders.

Soon after, Damian prepared to leave. Almost half the pack gathered at the borders, eager to bid him farewell. To see him depart was both relief and loss: relief because his fierce aura had kept them trembling for days, and loss because his presence reminded them of strength that seemed unshakable.

When Damian and his men finally disappeared beyond the trees, a subtle shift spread through the crowd. Some breathed freely again, while others already began exchanging hidden glances, their schemes once more creeping to life.

And among them, Samantha watched from a distance, her lips curving into the faintest smile. Now that the shadow of Alpha Damian was gone, she could set her next plan in motion—one she had carefully nurtured in silence...

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Barely a day after Alpha Damian’s departure, the estate was shaken by scandal. Rina’s personal maid—a girl trusted with her most private tasks—had been caught in a compromising embrace with one of the guards. The punishment was swift and merciless. A week in the dungeons to break her spirit, followed by a humiliating demotion back to the laundry. The position at Rina’s side, once coveted by so many, was now empty.

The news spread like wildfire among the servants. Whispers filled the halls, each maid secretly hoping that fortune would turn in her favor. But among them all, no one watched more carefully than Samantha.

She saw the crack in the wall she had been waiting for.

And she smiled.

For days, she began to weave her web with patience. She approached Merida, flattering her with soft-spoken compliments, slipping her small gifts she had been saving for months—embroidered ribbons, a small silver pin, even a polished hair comb that had once belonged to her late mother. Merida, suspicious at first, softened quickly under such attention. Samantha never revealed her true desire. She spoke only of wanting to be useful, of wanting to make amends for her past mistakes. She played the part of the humble, reformed maid so perfectly that Merida’s guard began to lower.

But Samantha knew her real target was not Merida. It was Rina.

If she could carve her way into Rina’s trust, then everything else—the approval of the pack, Theo’s attention, even her path to power—would come easily.

Her chance arrived sooner than she expected. One morning, when the day was still young and the estate bathed in soft light, Samantha offered to switch duties with the maid who was assigned to serve Rina’s breakfast. The girl, tired and grateful for the extra rest, agreed without hesitation.

Balancing the tray carefully, Samantha made her way into Rina’s chamber. Her heart beat fast, not from nerves, but from the thrill of the game. She pushed the door open quietly, her steps deliberate, her face arranged in an expression of humility.

Rina looked up from her seat, expecting her usual maid. When her gaze landed on Samantha, her entire body stiffened, her hand freezing midair.

“You—” Her voice broke in shock. “Samantha? What are.. you doing here?”

The tray nearly slipped from Samantha’s hands, though she caught it just in time. Without giving Rina the chance to recover, she fell to her knees with a thud that echoed in the chamber.

“Please!” she cried, her voice already cracking with tears. “Please, forgive me!”

Rina blinked rapidly, her instinctive response rising to dismiss this unwelcome intruder. But before she could speak, Samantha crawled forward, clutching at the hem of her gown with shaking hands. Her sobs filled the room, loud and desperate, echoing against the walls.

“I did not come here to cause you pain,” she wept, her forehead pressing against the floor. “I came only to beg. To beg for your mercy! My father—he cast me out when he learned of my shameless behavior back then… how I dared to desire what was never mine. He swore he would never take me back until I had sought your forgiveness. I have been wandering since then, living in shame, with nowhere to call home!”

Rina’s lips parted, the protest she had been forming dissolving at the raw anguish before her.

Samantha crawled closer, her sobs growing harsher. “Every day I have lived with the guilt, with the memory of how I wronged you. I went to the Gamma’s estate to find you, to beg for pardon, but you had already left the pack. So I followed you here, desperate, hopeless, only to kneel before you now and beg you to cleanse me of my sins.”

She reached Rina’s feet and clung to them, her body trembling as she pressed her forehead against the floor once more. “If you do not forgive me, then I have nowhere else to go. I am nothing. Please, Rina… please.”

The sight of her enemy broken and weeping should have satisfied something deep inside Rina. Instead, it pricked at her heart. Compassion swelled within her chest. She imagined the shame of being cast out by one’s own family, the loneliness of wandering with no roof and no warmth.

Her voice softened. “Samantha… stand. You don’t need to lower yourself like this.”

But Samantha only sobbed harder.

Rina knelt down beside her and gently touched her shoulder. “I forgive you. Truly. The past is behind us. Let us not drag it forward any longer.”

For a moment, silence fell. Then Samantha lifted her tear-streaked face. Her eyes were swollen and wet, shining with what looked like gratitude. She inhaled sharply, as though overwhelmed by Rina’s kindness.

“Y-you forgive me?” she whispered, her voice small, broken.

“Yes,” Rina answered, her hand brushing over hers. “You may rise. Be at peace.”

Samantha bowed her head again, pretending to be overcome with relief. But deep inside, where Rina could not see, a cold sneer curled her lips.

So easy… she thought. I thought I would need weeks to soften her heart, but she offers it freely in an instant. How naive you are, Rina. How foolish. Your kindness will be your downfall.

When she finally rose to her feet, she masked her thoughts behind a lowered gaze, her body language humble and penitent.

But in her mind, the game had only just begun.