My Second Chance with the Lycan King

Chloé “Open the damn door, you omega!” A loud shout echoed from the small door of my cabin. With an exhausting sigh, I got out of bed and went to the door, but before I could even open it, it was pushed open so hard that I was thrown to the floor. “Well, well, well, the omega is home!” shouted Tyron, my older brother. “Please... Leave me alone,” I said, not wanting to look them in the eye. The truth is that my parents were the betas of the pack, but when my mother gave birth to an omega wolf, everyone was mocked, to the point that my mother didn't hesitate to leave me in this cabin to die. However, for some reason I was still alive, which seemed to enrage my older brother. I was only 19 years old, short in stature, and my wolf was so weak that I only saw it when I transformed for the first time. On top of that, my body was thin and my hair was completely red like fire, so many said I was just cursed. On the other hand, it wasn't long before Tyron's friends approached me with

“Alpha, where are you? We ran after you and you disappeared!” I heard Wesley's voice through the mental link. I didn't have time to respond as I started walking, feeling the excitement of my lycanthrope. But just when I thought I was only eager to kill, I noticed that my whole body was paralyzed. “There's something here that's driving me crazy,” my lycanthrope said anxiously. With a sigh, I continued on my way until a roar stopped me. “Our mate!” my lycanthrope shouted over and over again from inside my head. When I heard it, I froze completely. It was the first time I had ever felt anything like it. My whole body stiffened as the scent of candy and roses flooded my nose. “Bradley, where the hell are you?” Victor asked over the link as he listened to howls and footsteps in the distance. No matter how hard I tried to speak, I was completely stunned by what was happening. “My... My... My mate is here, I can feel her,” I said with trembling hands. There was a brief silence, until

The man was almost two meters tall, with a muscular chest that was perfectly defined under his tight black shirt. However, all my attention was focused on his attractive face.He had high cheekbones and freckled white skin that stood out against his short, tousled black hair.From one second to the next, the air was trapped in my lungs, refusing to come out and making me feel suffocated.I didn't understand why my body was reacting this way, but one thing was certain: this man could ask me for the world and I would find the strength to give it to him.At that moment, a million things went through my head, but suddenly, the man rested his gaze on my body as a cynical smile formed on his perfect pink, full lips.For a moment, I thought my heart would fly out of my chest, but the exquisite scent flooded my nostrils again, making me let out an excited gasp.“This man... he smells like glory!” my she-wolf demanded in an almost unintelligible whisper.I quickly pushed my thoughts aside and

However, his moans shook the walls, confirming that this man had more power than any alpha I had ever known before.“Damn it, Bradley, you have to control yourself. Remember what the old man on the council said: you have to act correctly in order to keep her,” another man's voice suddenly said.There was a brief silence, then the first man's voice was heard again. “Sir, I must report that this girl also has heart problems, which may be why her wolf is not reacting.”Heart problems? My sleeping wolf? Could this be true?The reality is that sometimes I could hear her, I even felt that she was there, talking in my head, but when I looked for her, she didn't react, as if she were just part of my imagination.Without thinking about anything else, I continued listening to the conversation behind the door. “Will she be okay?” asked the man with the powerful voice.“Yes, she just needs to rest and avoid stress.”At that, the powerful man seemed to sigh. “This is perfect, you can give her se

The reality was that, as king of the Lycans, I could choose any mate I wanted. Many of my lineage had chosen females of alpha blood or with legendary powers; very few stayed with their destined mates.But for me, power was useless if I didn't have the woman who was meant for me. In fact, I would rather die than spend another day without her.However, when I found her, I felt a surge of emotion that gradually subsided when I saw the wounds on her body and the torture she had to endure in that damn place.“Perhaps, if you manage to soften the girl up, she will tell us who hurt her. Her testimony would be effective in getting King Vladimir to punish Daniel and his warriors,” Wesley said with a grimace.I couldn't help but laugh at myself when I heard him say that. “She hasn't even told me her name,” I said mockingly.She was the only one who could tell us what happened to her; after all, the men in the forest were torn apart in a way that only a beast could achieve, and the marks on her