Lahat ng Kabanata ng Just an omega: The Lycan's mate.: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The days that followed after Alejandro sent the message to Lucian were tense. The palace was on edge, the air thick with unease as everyone waited for the next move. I stood in the gardens, the golden glow of the sun casting over it. The beauty was lost on me, though. My mind was too busy replaying the events of the past few weeks, the attack on the servant, the brutal interrogation of Lucian’s assassin, and the constant tension with Clarice. It was all too much.“I can’t do this,” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. “I’m not strong enough.”The thought of leaving had been creeping into my mind more and more lately. Alejandro deserved a queen who could stand by his side, someone who wasn’t constantly second-guessing herself. Someone who wasn’t an omega. Maybe if I left, he could find someone better, someone who could truly lead.But even as the thought crossed my mind, a part of me rebelled against it. I loved Alejandro, and the bond between us was something I couldn’t ignore.

The castle was quiet as I made my way through the corridors, the echoes of my footsteps the only sound breaking the silence. My body ached from the day’s training, but the exhaustion was a welcome reminder of how far I’d come. Marcus’s words still echoed in my mind, a steady rhythm that kept me moving forward. You’re stronger than you think. For the first time, I was starting to believe it.I paused outside the door to Alejandro’s study, my hand hovering over the handle. The faint glow of candlelight spilled from beneath the door, and I could hear the soft murmur of voices. One voice was Alejandro’s, deep and steady. The other was lighter, smoother—Clarice’s.My stomach tightened, and I hesitated, unsure whether to interrupt. But the thought of leaving them alone together made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t ignore. I knocked softly.“Come in,” Alejandro called.I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was warm, the fire in the furnace was flickering, casting shadows acro

The journey back to Alejandro’s kingdom was a nightmare. The messenger, a wiry man named Garrick, had been running for days, his body battered and his mind haunted by the horrors he had witnessed in Lucian’s fortress. The forest was dense and unforgiving, the shadows seeming to close in around him as he stumbled through. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his legs burned with every step, but he couldn’t stop. He had to deliver Lucian’s message—no matter the cost.It had taken him nearly a week to make it this far, and he was running out of time. The parchment in his pocket felt like a lead weight, a reminder of the danger he was carrying. Lucian’s words were scrawled across it in jagged, angry letters, a chilling promise of wrath and destruction. Garrick didn’t need to read it again to know what it said. He could still hear Lucian’s voice, low and menacing, as he had handed it over. *“Make sure my brother gets this. And if you fail… well, you’ve seen what happens to those who fail m

The forest Clarice had wandered off to was alive with the sounds of the night, the rustle of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the soft footsteps but she barely noticed the beautiful scenery. Her mind was a storm, her thoughts swirling with a toxic mix of jealousy, rage, and bitter nostalgia. The cool night air did nothing to soothe the fire burning in her chest. She despised the forest in that instant.She stopped in a small clearing, the moonlight filtering through the trees and casting eerie shadows on the ground. This place, so quiet and calm, felt like a mockery of the chaos inside her. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she stared up at the sky.“Yolanda,” she spat the name like a curse, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “That insignificant little omega. How dare she?”The memories came sharp and painful. Alejandro. Her Alejandro. They had been inseparable once, their bond forged in fire and blood. She had stood by his side for centuries,

The door to Alejandro’s chambers burst open, and Marcus walked in, his expression was grim. His boots echoed against the stone floor, and the faint scent of the forest clung to him, a reminder of where he’d just been. He didn’t bother with formalities, he never did. “Your Majesty,” Marcus said, his voice low and urgent. “You need to hear this.” Alejandro turned from the balcony, his red eyes narrowing as he took in Marcus’s demeanor. “What is it?” “Clarice,” Marcus said, his tone sharp. “She’s in the forest. Tore through half a mile of trees like a storm. I’ve never seen her like this. Whatever’s going on with her, it’s bad.” Alejandro’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t look surprised. “I know,” he said quietly. Marcus raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “ What are your orders?”“What would you have me do, Marcus?” Alejandro’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a flicker of frustration. “Chase her down? Drag her back here? She’s not a child. She’s a Ly