My breakthrough in training was a whirlwind of activity. Alejandro had announced our upcoming wedding, and the palace was abuzz with preparations. The news had spread quickly, and while some Lycans seemed genuinely happy for us, others like Clarice and Lucian watched me with disdain. I could feel their eyes on me wherever I went, their whispers following me like shadows.Despite the growing tension, I was determined to prove myself. I spent hours each day training with Marcus, pushing myself harder than ever before. My wolf was becoming more present, her voice clearer and her strength more tangible. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, waiting for me to finally embrace her.One afternoon, as I was leaving the training grounds, I was approached by a group of Lycan women. They bowed their heads respectfully, but I could sense their hesitation. One of them, a tall woman with sharp features, stepped forward.“My queen,” she said, her voice steady but cautious. “We were wonde
The days after my introduction to the Lycan court were full of activity and overwhelming expectations. Alejandro was determined to prepare me for my role as queen, and while I appreciated his efforts, the weight of it all felt depressing and suffocating. Everywhere I went, I was followed by servants, guards, and advisors, their eyes constantly watching, waiting for me to falter. It was as if they were all silently questioning whether I, a weak Omega from a small pack, truly belonged in this world of power and prestige.Alejandro, however, seemed ignorant to my struggles or perhaps he chose to ignore them. He was always by my side, guiding me through the intricacies of Lycan politics and introducing me to the various sections within the court. His confidence in me was unwavering, but no matter how much he reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was an outsider. The court was a labyrinth of alliances and rivalries, and I was stumbling through it blindfolded.One morning, Aleja
The following morning, a gentle knock on the door roused me from sleep. As I sat up, still groggy, a young woman stepped into the room. She wore a simple yet refined uniform and bowed her head respectfully as she approached. "Good morning, my lady," she greeted. "I am here to assist you in preparing for the day ahead." I blinked, struggling to shake off the remnants of slumber. "Prepare for what?" I inquired. With a soft smile, she replied, "The king has summoned you to the throne room. There are important matters that need your attention." A wave of anxiety washed over me at her words. What could Alejandro possibly want from me? I was merely an omega, lacking any knowledge of the complexities of lycan politics. However, I understood that I had no choice but to comply, so I nodded and allowed the maid to assist me in getting dressed. She guided me to a wardrobe brimming with exquisite gowns, each more breathtaking than the last. I selected a simple yet elegant dress in a delicat
I was indeed an omega; my entire family consisted of omegas. "I could only hear her voice yesterday when you arrived," I admitted shyly, and he responded with a hum. I struggled to maintain eye contact as he reached out, gently cupping my face. "It will be impossible to avoid my brother and his family, but do steer clear of a lycan woman named Clarice; she has an obsession with me." I was baffled. "Is she an ex-lover?" I inquired. He chuckled softly and replied, "No, you may not know this, but a lycan can only mate with their designated partner. However, she has taken a liking to me, so be cautious; she could be your only issue." With that, he pressed a light kiss on my lips, as delicate as a feather, before pulling away. I found myself asking, "Are you a virgin?" despite not knowing what compelled me to do so. After nine hours, our plane finally touched down, and Alejandro woke me from my slumber. I felt a wave of shyness wash over me as we exited the airport. What was wrong
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
I returned home that evening, I was met with the familiar sight of my father, slumped in a drunken stupor on the balcony. He lay in an armchair, surrounded by scattered whisky bottles. I felt a deep resentment for what he had become, but I chose to ignore him and stepped inside. I often contemplated leaving this place, as my sister Blair had suggested I move in with her. However, I didn't want to impose on her, so I remained here, even though I felt I was reaching my breaking point. The night fell, and I dedicated some time to my studies. I could hear the sound of plates clattering in the kitchen, indicating that he had likely woken up and was searching for something to eat. I tried to focus on my work, but suddenly, a loud thud against my window interrupted my concentration. I glanced over, suspecting it might be some of my bullies, as this was not the first time they had pulled such a stunt. I attempted to ignore it, but the noise persisted, becoming increasingly disruptive.
My Lycan mate, I am just an omega 1 My name is Yolanda Edwards, and I hail from the fierce moon pack as the youngest daughter of our omega. In the world of werewolves, omegas are seen as the weakest link, often subjected to scorn and derision for being deemed useless. It's a common refrain: "They should just go live among the humans since they have no value." As I said, I am Yolanda Edwards, a girl who has yet to awaken her wolf, navigating life in a community that looks down on me not only for my omega lineage but also for being wolf-less at 19. I am a constant target of ridicule within this pack. Truthfully, I often dream of a life among humans; it would surely be an improvement over my current existence. My father, a heavy drinker, was left by my mother because of his omega status. My two older sisters, Bria and Blair, are twins who found their mates shortly after transforming into their wolves, blessed by the moon goddess with partners who embraced them fully. My reality,