Todos os capítulos de Just an omega: The Lycan's mate.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I returned home that evening, I was met with the familiar sight of my father, slumped in a drunken stupor on the balcony. He lay in an armchair, surrounded by scattered whisky bottles. I felt a deep resentment for what he had become, but I chose to ignore him and stepped inside. I often contemplated leaving this place, as my sister Blair had suggested I move in with her. However, I didn't want to impose on her, so I remained here, even though I felt I was reaching my breaking point. The night fell, and I dedicated some time to my studies. I could hear the sound of plates clattering in the kitchen, indicating that he had likely woken up and was searching for something to eat. I tried to focus on my work, but suddenly, a loud thud against my window interrupted my concentration. I glanced over, suspecting it might be some of my bullies, as this was not the first time they had pulled such a stunt. I attempted to ignore it, but the noise persisted, becoming increasingly disruptive.

I was indeed an omega; my entire family consisted of omegas. "I could only hear her voice yesterday when you arrived," I admitted shyly, and he responded with a hum. I struggled to maintain eye contact as he reached out, gently cupping my face. "It will be impossible to avoid my brother and his family, but do steer clear of a lycan woman named Clarice; she has an obsession with me." I was baffled. "Is she an ex-lover?" I inquired. He chuckled softly and replied, "No, you may not know this, but a lycan can only mate with their designated partner. However, she has taken a liking to me, so be cautious; she could be your only issue." With that, he pressed a light kiss on my lips, as delicate as a feather, before pulling away. I found myself asking, "Are you a virgin?" despite not knowing what compelled me to do so. After nine hours, our plane finally touched down, and Alejandro woke me from my slumber. I felt a wave of shyness wash over me as we exited the airport. What was wro

The days after my introduction to the Lycan court were full of activity and overwhelming expectations. Alejandro was determined to prepare me for my role as queen, and while I appreciated his efforts, the weight of it all felt depressing and suffocating. Everywhere I went, I was followed by servants, guards, and advisors, their eyes constantly watching, waiting for me to falter. It was as if they were all silently questioning whether I, a weak Omega from a small pack, truly belonged in this world of power and prestige.Alejandro, however, seemed ignorant to my struggles or perhaps he chose to ignore them. He was always by my side, guiding me through the intricacies of Lycan politics and introducing me to the various sections within the court. His confidence in me was unwavering, but no matter how much he reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was an outsider. The court was a labyrinth of alliances and rivalries, and I was stumbling through it blindfolded.One morning, Aleja

The grand hall of the palace was breathtaking, its high ceilings adorned with floral arrangements and shimmering chandeliers. The air was thick with the scent of roses and the low hum of murmured conversations. Every Lycan of importance was in attendance, their elegant attire and sharp eyes a testament to their power and status. But beneath the surface of this lavish celebration, tension simmered like a storm waiting to break.I stood at the center of the room, my gown a masterpiece of silver and white, its intricate designs catching the light with every movement. The tiara on my head felt heavier than it should, it was a constant reminder of the weight of the crown I was about to wear. Alejandro stood beside me, his presence commanding and his gaze sharp as it swept across the room. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders and stature. His red eyes glowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.The ceremony was beautiful, filled with

The morning came with a soft glow over the room. I tried to move, my body still humming with the activity of the night before. Alejandro’s arm was still around me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as he slept. I laid there for a moment, savoring his scents and I loved it, it was a wonderful morning.But as the events of the previous day came rushing back, the peace of the moment was shattered. The wedding, the confrontation with Clarice, the way Alejandro had killed that Lycan without hesitation, it all felt like a dream, but the weight of it was very real. I was a queen now, and with that title came responsibilities and dangers I wasn’t sure I was ready for.Alejandro stirred beside me, his arm tightening around me as he woke. “Good morning,” his voice rough with sleep. “How did you sleep?” I turned to face him, his red eyes were soft in the morning light, “Better than I have in a long time,” I admitted, my voice quiet. “But… I can’t stop thinking about everything that