All Chapters of Lycan king and his Omega: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Autumn’s POV Marc’s voice pulled me back from the whirlwind of my thoughts. He was still speaking with a group of investors, smiling with that calm charm of his. I managed a small nod, excused myself quietly, and turned away. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I said softly, though I don’t think anyone heard me. I needed air. I needed space. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I made my way to the restroom. The corridor was dimly lit and empty. Just as I reached for the handle, I felt it. A presence. A familiar tension in the air. That same sensation that always left my skin prickling—like the weight of an unsaid memory. I opened the door slowly. The faint click of it shutting behind me sounded louder than it should’ve. I didn’t need to turn around to know who had followed me. His scent hit me before his voice did—raw, powerful, unforgettable. Zane. My spine stiffened. He didn’t speak, not right away. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The same gi

Autumn’s POV “Mommy!” Valen came rushing from his room, holding his new toy car high above his head like a trophy. All eyes turned toward him. For a second, he hesitated—his little feet stopping, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. He tucked the car slightly behind his back, his confidence shrinking. But then Marc smiled and stretched out his arms toward him. “There’s my little champ!” Valen’s face lit up. He ran straight into Marc’s embrace, giggling as Marc scooped him up and spun him around. “Did you crash your car already?” Marc teased, tickling his side. Valen shook his head fiercely. “Nooo! This one is super-fast!” Everyone chuckled softly, even Amelia. But I saw Zane—his jaw clenched, his gaze fixed. Not at Valen’s car. At Valen. There was something unreadable in his eyes. As everyone settled into their seats, the scent of baked herbs and roasted vegetables filled the space. Marc sat beside me, gently placing Valen on a booster seat between us. He

"He’s drunk..." I muttered under my breath. The scent of alcohol was sharp in the air, mixed with his cologne that used to make my knees weak once. “Don’t you think,” I said firmly, “this is the time you should be with your fiancée, Zane? Not standing at my door like a madman at one in the morning?” He leaned casually against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets, a dark chuckle slipping from his lips. “Then why are you here, Autumn?” he asked, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Shouldn’t you be with your fiancé?” That question stung. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. Because for a moment… I had no answer. He stepped closer, his voice lower now, raw. “You and I both know you don’t love him, Autumn. You never did. You’re just trying to forget me. Erase me.” “You think you’re so important?” I snapped, trying to sound stronger than I felt. “Yes, I’m with Marc. Because he respects me. Because he stayed when everything around me fell apart.” Zane’s jaw clenched.

Zane’s POVI don’t know what’s happening to me anymore. My nights have been restless, filled with emptiness. Ever since I was banned from my pack, sleep has become a distant memory. But it’s not just the politics or the pressures of ruling—it’s her.Autumn.Deep down I loved her. I didnt even recognize my feeling towards her.I never sought her out all these years. Maybe because I was too angry, too hurt. Maybe because I thought she’d chosen someone else—Jade—when I needed her the most. But the truth is… I wasn’t okay that night.Flashback – Five Years AgoThat night, after the dinner, everything seemed off. A sudden dizziness hit me. My vision blurred, my body refusing to cooperate. I stumbled into my room, and collapsed on the bed. I tried to shake it off, convinced I had just drunk too much, but I barely had anything to drink.Autumn had asked me for permission to go to a party with her friends. I agreed, trusting her—trusting that we were still okay, still us.But when I opened m

Autumn’s lips trembled as she held Marc’s gaze. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the coffee mug, and for a long moment, she didn’t speak. Then, softly—honestly—she whispered, “Marc… I don’t know how to answer that.” Tears welled in her eyes. “A part of me is still healing… I’ve buried so much. The betrayal, the pain, the memories. I can’t deny that you’ve always been there for me—you never asked for anything in return. You’ve been Valen’s father in every way that mattered.” She finally looked up at him, her voice steadier now. “I’m not asking for a fairy tale, Marc. I’m asking for safety—for a future where Valen doesn’t have to be pulled into Zane’s chaos. I know this sounds unfair. But I need this… I need you.” Marc reached across the table and gently took her hand. “Autumn,” he said, voice warm but serious, “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you both. But I want you to know… if we take this step, I’ll be in it with my whole heart. Even if yours isn’t ready yet.”