The Lycan King's Breeding Mate (MM ROMANCE)

The stone floor of the throne room was freezing, biting mercilessly into my bare knees. I had been kneeling in the exact same spot for three agonizing hours, my wrists bound tightly behind my back with coarse rope. My shoulders ached and my legs were completely numb, but I didn't dare move a muscle.

In the Blackwood Pack, an Omega like me was taught to be invisible. I was small, weak, and useless in a fight. To my Alpha, Jax, I was just a pawn to be sacrificed when things went wrong.

"Is this the tribute?"

The voice echoed through the massive hall, deep and commanding. It didn't just fill the room; it vibrated right through my chest. This was King Kael. The Lycan King.

Rumors about him spread through the lower packs like wildfire. They said he was a ruthless monster. They said he slaughtered his enemies without a second thought and ruled his vast territory with an iron fist. He was a living nightmare to us.

But Alpha Jax had made a fatal mistake. He had trespassed on royal Lycan territory, and now, the King demanded a blood price for the insult.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Alpha Jax stuttered. I could hear the sheer terror in his voice. He was a large, imposing man back home, but standing before the Lycan King, he sounded like a frightened pup.

Jax stepped behind me and planted his heavy boot squarely between my shoulder blades, shoving me hard. I crashed onto the cold stone, scraping my cheek. The sharp sting brought tears to my eyes, but I forced them back. I could not show weakness here.

"He is an Omega," Jax rushed to explain, bowing so low his face nearly touched the floor. "He is submissive. He can clean the castle floors, tend to your kitchens, or simply serve as food for your royal guards. His life is yours to take."

I pressed my face against the floor, closing my eyes. I accepted my fate. If giving my life meant the King would spare the Blackwood Pack, it was worth it. Not for Jax, but for my little sister. She was hidden safely back in our territory. I would take the secret of her existence to my grave if it meant she survived this mess.

"You bring me a weak, broken male and call it a tribute?" King Kael’s voice was dangerously quiet now, like the calm right before a hurricane.

Heavy, armored footsteps echoed across the stone as the King descended the steps of his dais. Each step sounded like a death knell.

"I have a thousand servants," Kael continued, his boots stopping mere inches from my face. "I have no need for a fragile Omega who cannot even withstand a simple push."

"Please, Your Majesty!" Jax begged, his voice cracking with panic. "If he displeases you, kill him! I will bring you another! Anyone you want!"

"Look up."

The command was absolute. The alpha aura rolling off the King was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my lungs. I had no choice but to obey.

I slowly lifted my head, trembling.

King Kael was massive. He towered over me, his broad shoulders clad in dark, imposing armor. Thick, raven-black hair fell around his face, framing sharp, striking features. But it was his eyes that caught me and held me hostage. They were a brilliant, glowing gold.

He looked down at me with pure disdain. He reached out, his large, warm hand grabbing my chin. His grip was entirely unyielding, forcing my face up so he could inspect me.

He leaned in close, taking a sharp breath through his nose to scent me.

My heart hammered violently in my chest. Before we left the pack, our doctor had forced me to drink a bitter herbal concoction. It was designed to suppress my natural scent, making me smell like a completely ordinary, unremarkable Omega. The King’s golden eyes narrowed. He smelled nothing but a weak runt. No spark. No connection.

He released my chin with a scoff, looking at me like I was dirt on his boots.

"He is worthless," Kael stated coldly. He raised his hand, signaling his royal guards. "Execute the Alpha and his tribute."

"Wait!" Alpha Jax shrieked, terror completely taking over. "He is a Carrier!"

The entire room went dead silent.

King Kael’s hand froze mid-air.

"What did you say?" the King asked, his voice suddenly thick with a dangerous edge.

"A male carrier, Your Majesty!" Jax babbled quickly, desperate to stay alive. "It is rare, I know, but it is true! Carriers are highly fertile, much more than normal she-wolves. Your royal line needs an heir. The council demands it. This Omega can give you a child!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my blood running cold. Being a carrier was my deepest, most dangerous secret. Male carriers made up a tiny fraction of the population. If anyone back home had known, I would have been locked away and used for breeding years ago. Jax had only discovered the truth yesterday by raiding the pack doctor's private files to find a valuable enough tribute to save his own neck.

King Kael slowly turned his attention back to me. The disgust in his golden eyes was replaced by a sharp, calculating stare.

Every wolf in the kingdom knew the Lycan King’s secret. His royal blood was too dominant, too powerful. Normal she-wolves could not survive carrying his pups. He had gone through multiple high-born females, but none could give him an heir. His lack of a successor was the only vulnerability in his reign.

Kael crouched down, bringing his face level with mine. He studied me intently. He wasn't looking at me as a person anymore. He was looking at a solution to his political problems.

"Is this true?" Kael demanded, his voice a low rumble.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice shaking.

The King stood up to his full, towering height. He looked down at Alpha Jax, who was still cowering on the floor.

"You have bought your pack a temporary reprieve," Kael declared, his tone completely clinical and devoid of emotion. "I accept the tribute. But hear this: if this Omega fails to give me a healthy heir, I will march on your lands and slaughter every last wolf in the Blackwood Pack."

He didn't wait for Jax to respond. He turned on his heel, his dark cloak billowing behind him.

"Take the Omega to my private wing," Kael ordered his guards. "Wash him and lock him in. I will begin the breeding process tonight."

Strong hands grabbed my arms, hauling me roughly to my feet. As they dragged me out of the throne room, a single, terrifying thought echoed in my mind.

I had survived the execution, but my nightmare was just beginning.