All Chapters of Lycan king and his Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue “Did he touch you here, Autumn?” His voice was deep, smooth, yet laced with something dark—possessive. A shiver ran through me as his fingers hovered dangerously close to a place no man had ever touched. My breath caught in my throat, but I forced my body to stay still, unwilling to show weakness. Slowly, I shook my head, my silence speaking louder than words. Zane’s piercing gaze never wavered. The air between us grew heavy, thick with unspoken intent. “No?” he echoed, his voice a low growl. I willed my voice to stay steady. “No, Your Highness,” I answered, barely above a whisper. He tilted his head, studying me as if searching for the truth. “He is your fiancé. Why not?” My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress, my knuckles tightening. “It was an arranged engagement,” I murmured. “We were waiting for our marriage. His eyes darkened, his fingers grazing the edge of my thigh—not threatening, but testing. My body stiffened at the touch, but I refused to

Autumn I used to believe my life was simple but fulfilling. As the daughter of a farmer, my days were spent surrounded by golden fields, the scent of freshly tilled soil, and the warmth of my family’s love. Hard work was a part of our existence, but we never complained. My father always said, “The land gives to those who respect it.” And we did. I was 23, an omega by birth, but I never let that define me. My parents ensured I received a proper education, encouraging me to study Agricultural Soil Science so I could contribute to our farm. They believed knowledge was as valuable as labor, and I took pride in learning everything I could. We were part of the Dim Light Pack—one of the smallest and weakest among werewolves. Unlike the warriors and hunters who thrived on strength, our people found purpose in the land. My parents, both omegas, had no desire for power or conflict. Instead, they were passionate about farming and cultivation, believing that survival wasn’t just about fightin

Autumn’s POVI wanted to speak to the King, but the warriors wouldn’t allow it.“You’re just an omega,” they sneered. “The King doesn’t entertain despicable creatures like you.”But I didn’t care about their words. I needed to see him. I had to. For Hannah. For her future. If she became a slave, her life would be over before it even began. I refused to let that happen. My parents had wanted us to be educated, to live with dignity. I wouldn’t let their dreams die along with them.Today, the head maid assigned me a task—to serve drinks to the warriors in the evening.I knew what that meant.I knew exactly what would happen to me if I stepped into that hall.But before that could happen, I needed to talk to the King. No matter what it took.Guards stood everywhere, their sharp eyes scanning every movement. Getting into the Lycan King’s chamber was impossible. But I had no choice.I had spent the entire day gathering information. By now, I knew his routine. The King was in his chambers. A

Zane’s POV I leaned against the edge of the table, my arms crossed, watching her with amusement as she stumbled over her words. "I know you’re the most powerful man of our generation, Your Highness," she began, her voice trembling yet stubborn. "But keeping a woman in your room without her consent is not right." Her defiance stirred something within me. It wasn’t fear in her eyes — it was determination. That rare spark most omegas lacked. "And doing these… nasty things," she continued, her cheeks flushed. I smirked at her suggestion, the memory of her trembling beneath my touch flashing through my mind. "Nasty things, omega?" I taunted, my voice low and deliberate. She swallowed, visibly nervous. "Yes," she stammered, her lips quivering. "You… you touched my…" I tilted my head, stepping closer, savoring the way she instinctively shrank back yet refused to look away. "Say it," I whispered, my voice a seductive challenge. "Vag… va—" She squeezed her eyes shut, her hand

Zane granted us 50 acres for cultivation, and we poured our hearts into the work. Every seed we planted held a piece of our hope. Despite the challenges, I could feel the land responding to our care. I approached Zane with a request to set up a soil testing lab. It would help us analyze the soil’s nutrient content and apply the right amount of biofertilizers. To my surprise, he approved it without much argument. It seemed like my words had begun to hold some weight. Whenever he had free time, Zane would call me to his chambers for a massage. His demeanor towards me had shifted — less cold, though still unreadable. He didn’t treat me with the same disdain as before. Maybe it was my obedience, or perhaps he was simply intrigued. Hannah, too, was finding her place here. With Zane’s permission, she started attending school. Seeing her smile, free from the fear that had plagued her, brought me comfort. I wasn’t entirely alone either. I found friends — Mia, Clara, and Jade. Mia and