My Lycan Mate, I am just an omega 3

Noticing my intrigue, he elaborated, "My throne is in jeopardy because I’ve been without a mate for one hundred and twenty-three years. My council is planning to impeach me; they want an heir." So, he needed me to bear a child? Was this the narrow path my life had been reduced to?

You just need a baby-making machine, huh? I couldn't hide my irritation, and he caught on, chuckling again. "You really know how to keep up, Yolanda.

But I've changed my mind. I don’t just want you to bear my children anymore; I’m genuinely fascinated by you. I never expected to be paired with someone as stunning as you." He should take a look in the mirror—he's the definition of beauty himself.

He pulled the food closer and insisted, "Eat up, mate. You’ll need all your strength for tomorrow’s adventure." Adventure? "Where are we headed?" I asked, bewildered. "To the mighty pack, of course—our home." My eyes widened in shock.

"But I have to study! What about your teaching job?" Before I could protest further, he shoved a spoonful of food into my mouth, silencing me. It was incredible—I've never tasted anything quite like it before.

He confessed, "That was my way of searching for my mate. I don’t need to keep up that pretense any longer. I traveled from pack to pack, taking on the role of a substitute professor, all in the hopes of finding my mate. It seems Raymond's plan actually worked."

I gathered that Raymond was his trusted ally, and he continued to feed me.

Once I finished eating, he gently laid me on the bed. Exhaustion washed over me, and all I wanted was to drift off to sleep. He stood up and began to undress, and as the fog in my mind began to clear, I shot up from the bed.

"Take it easy; I have no intention of taking you in another man's pack," he said, finishing his undressing and sliding into bed beside me, pulling me close.

Here I was, lying next to a naked man, and embarrassment flooded me, but my wolf was a different story—she was acting like a creature in heat. I had to push those feelings aside.

Morning broke, and as he mentioned, we were indeed heading to his pack. I felt the need to bid farewell to my siblings, even though my father could be prickly while my sisters were anything but. Fresh clothes were laid out for me, and I was guided to where my mate awaited.

So accustomed to keeping my gaze lowered, I almost missed the presence of my sisters until Blair called out to me, prompting me to lift my head.

Blair and Bria dashed toward me, enveloping me in warm hugs. My eyes flickered to Alejandro, who wore a radiant smile that made me want to kiss him right then and there.

I embraced my sisters tightly; their joy over my newfound bond with the lycan king was palpable. "Be good there, okay? If you need anything, don’t forget to call," Bria said, her voice thick with emotion as she wiped away her tears.

I cherished my sisters; they had always been my unwavering support. But now, it was time to leave. Alejandro stepped closer, taking my hand firmly.

"That’s enough; we don’t have time," he said gently. My sisters bowed their heads in respect as he led me outside. Cars were parked outside for our department and I took one last glance at my sisters before stepping into the vehicle.

We arrived at the airport in no time. I was seated on what appeared to be a private plane, and this was my first experience flying, as well as my first time away from my pack. A meal was served to me since I hadn’t eaten yet, and he sat across from me, observing me intently as I ate, seemingly enjoying the sight.

Once I finished, he let out a sigh and said, "Yolanda, I need to warn you that many people will want to harm you, so you must be prepared." I shot him a questioning look, unsure of what he meant. "As I mentioned, there are those who wish to undermine me, and they will find alternative ways to do so.

You need to stay vigilant," he continued. Was he implying that I could be a target as well?

With a serious tone, I replied, "Could you elaborate? If this situation is too dangerous for me, I’ll return to my pack. I’m just a weak Omega."

It might be wiser to stick to my original plan of living among humans. "If you seek clarification, I can provide it. I have a twin who was born before me but was weaker.

Only the strongest can become alpha, and when my father passed the title to me a century and a half ago, my twin was enraged. He would stop at nothing to reclaim his position. He found a mate and had children, while I remain without a mate.

Now, he has gathered supporters who want him to take over because he has an heir, and I do not."

I understood his explanation, but I struggled to manage the dynamics within my own pack. How could I possibly confront his brother, a lycan, and the lycans in his pack? He chuckled, pulling me from my thoughts. "I’m just advising you to be cautious. If you are careful, no harm will come to you.

No one will dare to touch you, I assure you." Yet, despite his reassurances, I couldn’t shake my unease.

Why not consider giving him the throne instead? In that moment, I realized the error of my words as his once-smiling face turned serious. "I have my pride, my friend. Do you want me to become a laughingstock?" he retorted.

I shut my eyes, revealing a truth I had kept hidden: "I have never shifted into my wolf before." His expression shifted to one of surprise. "But I can sense your wolf; it's dominating this space right now. Are you certain you are an omega?" His question caught me off guard, but I nodded confidently.