The Lycan's Powerful Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Marly POV I instantly saw red and before I could stop myself, I threw my hand up and tossed Aggie across the room. I could hear the faint sounds of screams, but the blood rushing through my veins was louder. I knew Carson was beside me, talking to me and holding me to keep me from doing anything else. I tried to escape Carson’s arms. I wanted to get to her and shut the bitch down. How dare she slap me? My face was stinging from the slap. I saw the King and Queen helping Aggie up from where she landed. She had crocodile tears in her eyes, and I simply smirked at her as she glared at me. “That is enough! Marly, you need to control your powers,” the King stated. I looked at him and felt a small amount of betrayal. Before I could respond, Carson did, “You need to keep your daughter in check. Marly was defending herself,” he said angrily. He turned to look at my face, “We need some ice,” he muttered, as someone came fo

Marly POV I was still questioning my decision the next day as the Queen, and I met after breakfast. “I know you had a difficult childhood; were there any good points?” the Queen asked tentatively. It was difficult to share a lifetime of neglect and pain. I considered her question before replying. “I feel like my life started to become my own when Carson rescued me,” I told her. She sat silently, waiting for me to continue. “He has been my rock. I did not think I wanted a mate. I was hell bent on leaving my life behind and going to live with the humans,” I admitted. The Queen looked at me in surprise, “What about your wolf?” she asked. “At that point, I had no wolf. My wolf communicated with me, but we did not shift on my eighteenth birthday. We did not shift until after going to Carson’s pack,” I shared. Queen Jasmine nodded, “That makes sense. Your wolf would only feel safe coming out with your mate there to help protec

Marly POV I saw the look on their faces and my heart sank. If they had not known, their treatment of me would have been random. That they had known, meant their treatment had been intentional. And that would be more devastating to me. Why or how could someone hate someone … a baby no less … so much? I stepped forward as the couple both began to struggle against the bonds of the guards holding them. I stepped toward the man first, reaching out, “Do not touch me, you freak!” he exclaimed. My hand waivered for a moment before I looked him in the eyes and saw his fear. I reached my hand out firmly and grabbed a hold of his arm. I am instantly thrown back to that day. I staggered backwards and immediately felt Carson’s arms around me, steadying me. I saw the moment Aggie was born. There was love in that room. There was pride in the room. And then I saw the King’s brother approach the man, and they spoke sof

Marly POV Carson and I spent the next couple of hours loving and resting. After we showered together, we got dressed and went searching for the King and Queen. We found them where we had left them, in the King’s office. “I am ready,” I commented, as we were welcomed into the office. “Marly, I want to apologize for my demands earlier. I did not take into consideration the pressure this work puts on you,” the King stated as he moved to stand in front of me. “I am learning, just as you are. We have never had someone in our family who could read the past when touching another human. It makes me wonder what other talents will start to surface, now that you are here,” he added. “What do you mean, now that I am here?” I asked, as Carson stood beside me. The Queen had also moved forward. “Had you been raised here; we would have seen signs of your talents. Because you were raised away from the protection of the palace, your wolf ha

Marly POV My head continued pounding, and all I could do was continue to take the medication to help ease the pain. Carson had been encouraging me to keep hydrated, while I tried to remember if I missed anything while reading the King’s brother. I could hardly call him my uncle. I despised the man for all the damage he had caused. “I need to go back and get more information,” I commented as I stood on wavering legs. Carson grabbed my arm before I fell back on the couch, “It can wait,” he muttered as the King and Queen watched with concern in their eyes. “Carson is right. Nobody is going anywhere,” the King suggested. “Don’t you want to know more?” I asked, confused by the King’s response. “Desperately,” Queen Jasmine said quickly. Tears filled her eyes, “The fact that I was able to be tricked into believing I only had one child, and not two, is devastating to me. What kind of mother am I?” she questioned, as the Kin