Bound to the Lycan: The Omega's secret

I woke up with a sharp kick on my buttock.

"Get up, lazy bones."

Beta Arthur's familiar voice cut through my sleep before I could even open my eyes.

I groaned quietly, stretched my arms lightly and pushed myself upright on the narrow cot. The servants' quarters were still dim, with only thin streams of morning light slipping through the cracked window and before I could gather my thoughts, Arthur's imposing figure came into focus.

He stood at the doorway with his two arms folded on his chest, and his expression was as cold and unreadable as ever.

He simply stared at me for what felt like ten seconds 

The silence was suffocating and almost made me out of breath.

"My chamber, then Alpha Leo's." He said at last.

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

Every morning began with orders, but Saturdays were the worst.

They were the days I cleaned the Alpha's chamber.

Most servants dreaded kitchen duty.

I dreaded that room.

But this Saturday was different. The entire pack had been thrown into chaos since word spread that the Lycan King would be visiting Shadowclaw in one week's time. Every hallway echoed with hurried footsteps and anxious voices. All the servants had twice the work.

So maybe, just maybe, Alpha Leo would be too busy to notice a lowly omega like me.

I quickly washed, grabbed my mop and bucket, and made my way through the frantic movements on the long stone corridors of the pack house.

The castle was already alive.

Servants hurried past carrying polished armor, embroidered banners, and crates of supplies. Warriors crossed the halls discussing patrols while maids rushed between rooms with fresh linens.

"The royal chambers still aren't ready."

"I heard the King travels with twenty Royal Guards."

"They say he never stays in one pack for more than three days."

Whispers followed me wherever I walked, so I kept my head down. It was easier that way because no one expected anything from an omega and no one looked twice at one either. Or so I thought.

I stopped outside Alpha Leo's chamber, balanced the bucket in one hand and I knocked lightly on the door. 

There was silence. 

I repeated the knock again, this time a little louder, I waited. Still nothing.

Assuming the Alpha had already left for the morning meeting, I carefully pushed the heavy door open.

The regret hit me instantly.

"What the hell!"

Alpha Leo's furious voice exploded across the room.

He sprang from the bed, fastening his belt hurriedly around his waist.

Beside him, Luna Ema gasped and disappeared beneath the blankets, clutching the sheets tightly against herself.

"W-What..." My words caught in my throat.

"An omega?" Luna Ema exclaimed, her face burning crimson. "How dare you walk in here!"

"I'm... I'm sorry..." I stammered.

My eyes dropped immediately to the floor.

If embarrassment could kill, I would already be dead.

My grip tightened around the mop handle until my knuckles turned white, hoping it could make me disappear somehow.

"Why didn't you knock?" Alpha Leo demanded.

"I did, Alpha," I answered quietly. "Twice... but there wasn't any response."

"Then you wait," Luna Ema snapped before he could speak. "You don't simply walk into your Alpha's chamber."

"I was instructed to clean it this morning," I whispered. "I never meant to intrude."

A heavy and uncomfortable silence settled over the room. I wished the ground would swallow me whole.

"Leave." Alpha Leo said calmly this time, but somehow even more intimidating.

"I-Yes, Alpha."

I bowed quickly and scurried out of the room like a mouse. The door clicked shut behind me.

Only then did I allow myself to breathe.

"This day couldn't possibly get any worse," I muttered.

I was wrong.

Arthur's chamber stood at the opposite end of the corridor.

I hesitated going into the Beta’s chamber next but I needed to. Standing in front of his door, I tapped on it. I made sure to hear a response this time before I walked in.

"Come in."

He responded almost immediately and I went in. 

I stepped inside. The room was spotless except for the neatly folded clothes resting on the bed and the faint scent of cedar lingering in the air.

Arthur stood before a mirror, adjusting the knot of his dark tie. He caught my reflection.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry," I replied. "I was coming from Alpha Leo's chamber."

"Save your excuses and get cleaning."

His tone was sharp enough to cut.

"Yes, Beta Arthur."

I immediately lowered my head and set to work.

The room remained silent except for the sound of the mop gliding across the polished floor.

Arthur finished adjusting his tie, slipped on his coat, and strode toward the door.

A moment later, it closed behind him.

I let out a relieved sigh as the tension left with him.

For the first time that morning, I could actually breathe.

Grateful for the brief peace, I dusted the shelves while I hummed quietly to myself.

Then—

The door slammed open. I jumped.

Arthur stood there once again. He hadn't left after all.

He simply stood in the doorway, watching me.

There was something different about his gaze. 

The look in his eyes made my stomach tighten. It wasn’t anger this time, neither was it irritation. It was intense and I could feel it, but I couldn't understand why he looked at me the way he did.

“Is…is there anything I can help you with, Beta Arthur?” I asked slowly and quieter than I had intended.

There was a pause. He didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he took one slow step forward.

Then another.

Then—

“Yeah..” He responded, calmer than usual. 

“There is, Lucien.” His eyes were still fixed on mine.

He stepped forward, slow at first, then faster.

I barely had time to react before the distance between us disappeared. His hand cupped my jaw; it wasn't harsh, but it was firm enough to hold me in place. 

I drew in a shaky breath.

“Beta...”

The word barely left my lips. Arthur's eyes searched mine for the briefest moment, almost as though he was asking himself whether he should stop.

Then whatever restraint he had shattered.

His lips crashed against mine, kissing me with a fierce intensity, pouring every ounce of aggression into it. It was neither gentle, nor hesitant. It was sudden, desperate, like something he had held back for too long. I froze. 

My mind went blank. As much as I wanted to pull away, shock left me rooted to the spot, and little by little, my resistance crumbled. The warmth of Arthur's lips, the strength in his grip and the overwhelming closeness all hit me at once.

It shouldn't have happened.

Nothing about it was supposed to happen.