All Chapters of The Lycan King's Omega Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elara’s POVHe was inches from my face, I could see the anger and hate behind his eyes. “It was you.’’ Michael says, surprising even David. “You’re the reason I’m on this god-forsaken mission, leaving off wild animals and water from a lake. You’re the reason I’m sleeping in a cave like I have no home. You!’’ I wiped my mouth, yet, still, feeling like I wanted to vomit again. I was starting to feel dizzy. “Michael, what are you talking about? What mission.’’ You're insane. Both of you," I said, looking between him and David. "None of you make any sense. You plan is ridiculous. Lucas isn't some puppet you can manipulate. He's dangerous, unpredictable. You have no idea what you're dealing with."David scoffed. "And you do? Face it, Elara. The best thing you can do now is disappear. Save yourself and that baby you're carrying. It's the only way."I shook my head, backing away from both of them. "No. I won't abandon my responsibilities. I won't let more people die because of me.""You

The moment I laid eyes on Elara, my heart nearly stopped. She was trembling in Sabrina's grip, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear. Seeing my mate in such distress was like a knife to my chest. My breath hitched, and a primal urge surged through me—a desperate need to protect her from whatever nightmare she had just endured.Without hesitation, I stepped forward, my gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before me. David lay on the ground, a spear protruding from his torso, his life slowly ebbing away as blood pooled beneath him. The coppery scent of it filled the cave, making the air feel thick and suffocating. Elara’s desperate, trembling pleas for help cut through the tension like a blade, her voice barely holding together under the weight of her fear. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to do something, to act quickly before I lost control."Don't touch him," I commanded, my voice cold, hard, cutting through the air like a whip. Sabrina froze, her hand hovering over the spear,

Lucas’ POVI’ve never been one to watch someone sleep. In fact, I haven’t had any peaceful sleep since my first shift. Each time I close my eyes, I see Emma. I hear my father’s words, the lessons he hammered into me for years: *Strength is survival. Emotions are weak. Weakness gets you killed.* Tonight was no different. Sleep wasn’t an option, but for the first time in a long while, I felt... still.I sat on the sofa in my bedroom, watching my mate, Elara, sleep until the first light of dawn crept through the curtains. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the soft murmur of her breath—it all seemed so foreign to me. Her face was peaceful, completely at ease. It was a kind of peace I’d never known.But I wasn’t built for peace. My world was chaos, constantly shifting, and no matter how calm the moment seemed, I always expected the worst. That’s how I survived.A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I stood, careful not to disturb Elara, and made my way over. I opened the

Lucas’ POVThe interrogation room reeked of blood and sweat. The metallic scent clung to my skin as if it was trying to remind me of who I am—what I am. David was still slumped over in his chair, unconscious but alive. Wolves heal fast, but this particular wolf wouldn’t be able to stand for a while. Not after what I’d done to him.I looked down at my bloodstained hands, frowning slightly before rubbing them together as if I could erase the evidence of my cruelty. It was easy to lose myself in these moments, to become the monster everyone expected me to be. It came naturally, the rage, the violence.But not today.A soft knock at the door broke my thoughts. The sound was hesitant, as if the person on the other side wasn’t sure whether they should disturb me or not.“Aurelio,” I called, knowing instinctively that it was him. He always knocked like that—polite but cautious.I opened the door, finding him standing straight and alert, his usual demeanor, though there was a weariness in his

Elara's POVEverything burned. The sheets beneath me felt like sandpaper against my skin, and even the dim light filtering through the curtains made my head hurt. I tried to focus on Lucas, but my vision kept going in and out of focus. The room tilts and spins around me.Lucas sat at my bedside, his hand brushing my damp hair away from my forehead. His touch was cool, soothing my fevered skin even though my body felt like it was on fire. His other hand gripped mine firmly, grounding me in the moment."Is this real?" I croaked, my voice barely audible. My throat was dry, and the words came out clumsy, hard to form. "Lucas, please... don't let go of my hand.""I'm not going anywhere," he said, his voice steady as he squeezed my hand. "I won’t let go."I tried to nod, but the effort sent a rush of dizziness through me. My other hand instinctively moved to my stomach, protective of the child growing inside me. "The baby," I mumbled, trying to focus on the words even as my mind felt foggy