The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega

I’m watching my fated mate fuck another she-wolf.And no, I can’t lower my head. I can’t look away either. That’s the rule. One of many in the long, rotting list of “creative” ways my mate likes to humiliate me.Marcus’s grunts are low and satisfied, the kind of sound that would send a shiver through another wolf’s spine. To me, they’re just background noise to Sable’s exaggerated moans.My so-called best friend arches her back like she’s auditioning for the Alpha’s Favorite Whore award, and judging by the pleased, self-satisfied smirk tugging at Marcus’s mouth, she’s winning.The mate bond writhes in my chest like a living thing, claws dragging down my ribs with every movement he makes inside her. It’s a pain that’s part physical, part emotional, a twisting, acidic reminder that he’s mine… and I’m nothing to him.I’ve learned how to breathe through it. Five years of going from “omega” to “slave” will do that to a person. The bond can’t kill me, but Marcus is doing his best to make it

I stare at Sable, blinking once, twice, trying to figure out if I actually heard her right.Her lips curve into a mockery of sweetness as she tilts her head, voice dripping with fake concern. “Did you really think you could steal food without anyone noticing and figuring it out?”I force my expression flat and try to keep my voice sounding bored. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I bend down, pick up my bucket, and start toward the door. I was so screwed if she had really found out.Her boot slams into my back so hard that it knocks the air from my lungs and I hit the floor, the bucket toppling and water exploding over the polished wood in a cold wave that soaks my knees.She stands over me, looking down with disdain like a queen that had just stepped in shit.. “You’re pathetic.” she sneers, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “You should know that Marcus has already sent men to the basement. That intruder of yours won’t be hidden for much longer.”The words hit me like a sucke

The warriors shoved me forward through the narrow streets, their hands rough and unrelenting on my arms. My feet dragged over the uneven stone, and each step seemed heavier than the last.I’d stopped feeling hungry hours ago. My lips were dry and cracked, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. Since last night, Marcus’s men had taken turns with their “private” amusements, their punishments meant to weaken me before this public spectacle. But even as my body ached, my thoughts kept circling back to Rowe.Where was he now? Had he managed to escape and make it out alive? Marcus had claimed he was gone, that he’d abandoned me, and part of me, I’m ashamed to say, believed it. Maybe it was easier for him to just leave. Maybe I’d just been another risk he couldn’t afford to take. After all, I had no wolf to help protect us.The square opened ahead of me like the maw of some great beast. Wolves and humans alike had gathered, a sea of faces twisted with mockery and disgust. Someone threw

When I woke, the first thing I felt was… softness.Not the scratchy, threadbare blanket of the basement cot. Not the stiff, splinter-prone wood under my back.This bed cradled me like clouds , layers of plush fabric and downy pillows swallowing me whole. My hands sank into the coverlet, tracing the fine embroidery under my fingertips. It smelled faintly of lavender and something sharper… something warm that made my chest ache.For a dizzy second, I wondered if I was dead.Well, this must be it. Heaven.It was the only place I could imagine having a bed like this. Then the memories slammed into me, the crowd at the square baying for my blood, Marcus’s sword readied for my execution, and then…the voice that had stopped everything.Rowan.The rogue I’d hidden. The man I’d trusted. The one who had told me to wait.Except he wasn’t a rogue at all. He was the Lycan King.I sat up too fast, the room tilting for a heartbeat before righting itself. My bare feet touched the carpet , ah my godde

I had been staring at the same document for five minutes without reading a single word.The ink bled into a blur of black against cream parchment while my mind strayed elsewhere, not on Marcus rotting in the Kingdom’s prison, not on his corrupt pack or the political fallout waiting to land on my shoulders.On her.The Beta’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Marcus remains in custody within a cell reinforced with silver-lined stone. He hasn’t spoken since arrival.”Good. I didn’t need his excuses.“With no direct heir, the pack’s without an Alpha. The council appointed a steward to oversee daily affairs until you decide whether to replace Marcus directly.” The Beta said as he shifted the papers in his hands. “It won’t be a smooth transition. Most of the pack is loyal to him, or at least loyal to what he allowed them to be.”Corruption clearly ran deeper than any decree could ever fix. A new Alpha might inherit nothing but rot.“Document everything,” I said, my tone clipped. “I want eve