Mag-log inThe border camp was three hours’ ride from Tyrheim. Close enough that Lachlan had made the journey a hundred times without thinking twice about it, and he was two hours into this particular visit before he understood, with a slow, unwelcome dread, that this time was going to be different.It had started small. A report on grain requisitions for the garrison that he had to ask General Karlsson to repeat twice. The numbers were out of place and sliding out of grasp the moment he thought he'd caught them. A restlessness in Lachlan’s hands that had him gripping the edge of the map table harder than the discussion warranted, as though the wood itself might anchor something in him that had come loose somewhere on the ride out.By the time dusk fell, the second day's briefing began in earnest. The briefing had been about troop movements along the western tree line, a skirmish two nights prior that had cost them four men and gained them nothing. As the briefing continued, Lachlan found he co
For a long while afterward, neither of them spoke. Lachlan withdrew his fangs, lapping at the blood until it stopped bleeding, and then he continued kissing where he’d marked him.The Lycan King had no explanation for the mark or why he’d bitten the Omega. The urge to claim him had been intense, and he’d simply soothed the need inside him.Lachlan refused to overanalyze what his mark on the omega could mean and Evren’s was still cum high to realize what had happened. ‘Besides, fated mates for Lycans were a myth, so it probably meant nothing.’ Lachlan released.If only the Lycan King knew of the threads slowly unraveling between them. The restlessness that had lived under Lachlan’s skin for the past three weeks had gone quiet at last.Something told Lachlan that probably wasn’t the last of it, but for now it was quiet and that tug in his chest had tampered too. He relished the quietness because, in a way, he felt like he’d earned it this time.Lachlan pressed endless kisses along Evren
“Next time, Omega,” Lachlan murmured against Evren’s throat as he withdrew his fingers.Evren whined at the sudden emptiness before he understood what was happening. The king shifted him gently, turning Evren in his lap until Evren was facing him properly, straddling the king’s thighs and the position left him feeling exposed in an entirely new way. Bared to the king’s gaze rather than hidden against his chest.“Want me to keep going? Want to stop yet?” Lachlan asked and Evren shook his head.‘Oh hell no, you better finish what you started. My hole needs more than what you’ve offered and I need to cum.’ Evren wanted to yell, but he screamed the words in his head because he already had a long list of transgressions.King’s restraint was starting to fray at the edges, but he wanted to make sure everything happening this time wasn’t because Evren felt a sense of obligation.Was it selfish that Lachlan not only wanted the Omega’s body but every part of the omega that he could get?Perhaps
Evren’s face went scarlet, the question landing somewhere low in his belly and curling there like heat. “N-no,” he stammered, though the catch in his voice made the lie obvious even to him.“Only once. I wanted to learn. To be better. I don’t—I didn’t think you’d notice,” Evren replied timidly.“You don’t have to hide it from me if you do. I want to know everything you do, especially when you touch yourself. It’s your body too, but it’s mine.” There was a possessive growl in Lachlan’s voice as his thumb circled Evren’s rim again, slow, and deliberate as he pressed in again.“I don’t mind you practicing, as long as the only thing that goes inside this hole is your fingers.” Lachlan slowly dragged his thumb out, then let it catch at the rim and pressed down. “I want to know what you discover on your own. What you like…”Evren’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Lachlan pressed two fingers in, pushing them deeper only to pause. “I didn’t get too far,” Evren explained with a whimper.
Lachlan stared at the omega whose eyes remained fixed on the floor. ‘Please, don’t kill me.’ Evren had begged and that was the only thing the omega was willing to plead for.The Omega had said with enough defiance to move a mountain that he wouldn’t apologise for his words.And why that pleased Lachlan to hear was one of the reasons the Lycan king had kept his distance the entire day.Truly, Evren had disrespected him yesterday and while Lachlan would usually react with anger in such cases, he had smiled.Even as the Omega had stormed out without a proper bow of respect, Lachlan’s chest had swelled with pride.The fact that there was something the Omega valued enough to stand up against the Lycan king had pleased Lachlan more than what can be considered reasonable.There was nothing reasonable about the satisfaction and pride Lachlan had felt for being disrespected like that. The fact that he hadn’t gone after the omega in anger alone was madness on its own.The fact that he had slept
He ate breakfast in silence, and for some odd reason, Evren missed the voice of the king, the way it had sounded when the king gave little information on each dish he served Evren.There was nothing like that at breakfast and Evren didn’t know what to do with the feeling that had soured his stomach. And as he finished his meal, an omega had brought two slices of cake, the same fruit cake Evren had eaten last night, placed it on the dining table with a smile and then walked away.Evren had stared at the fruit cake for what felt like an eternity until the voice of the guard keeping watch had jolted him back to reality. “If there’s something wrong with the cake, I can have it removed and have the kitchen serve you something else.”The guard offered. Oddly enough, it sounded like the Lycan King would’ve said had he been present. Definitely, he must’ve instructed the guard on what to do.Evren shook his head. “No, I got carried,” Evren had replied before grabbing his fork and digging into







