Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lycan king and his Omega: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Zane’s POV She’s mine now. Autumn Valerian Blackhowl. My wife. The words echo in my chest like a war drum. Thanks to Hannah, everything went smooth—no chaos, no interruptions. Her cooperation bought us silence. For now. I turned slightly, watching Autumn through the corner of my eye. She stood quietly, her hands clenched around the bouquet, her face composed… but her eyes were screaming. Let her scream. Let her hate me. Because she’ll still wear my ring. Suddenly, I felt a small tug on my pant leg. Valen. He was looking up at me with those sharp little eyes, full of innocence and stubbornness. “Uncle…” he said, tilting his head, “Did you see my dad? Did you see Marc?” I crouched to his level, trying to manage the surge of irritation at just hearing that man’s name. “No,” I said calmly. “He’s… not here, Valen". I gently cupped his cheek. “No, Valen. He is not your dad.” His brows furrowed in confusion. “I am,” I whispered. Even if he didn't under

Autumn's POV Soft rays of morning sun filtered through the curtains, painting a golden hue across the room. I stirred gently, still nestled against Zane’s chest, his arm draped protectively over me. For the first time in what felt like forever, I had slept peacefully. The door creaked open. “Mommy…” a little voice called out. My eyes flew open. Valen stood there, rubbing his sleepy eyes, clutching his little stuffed wolf. But his gaze quickly shifted to the bed—where Zane and I lay, tangled in warmth. His brows furrowed. “Where’s Dad, Mommy? I’m asking about Marc.” Zane stirred slightly but didn’t move, waiting. My throat tightened. I sat up slowly, reaching my hand out to Valen. “Come here, sweetheart,” I whispered softly. He hesitated for a moment, then ran into my arms. His small hands gripped me tightly, but his question lingered—sharp and innocent. “Why is Uncle Zane here? Where is my dad?” I gently pulled Valen onto the bed and cupped his cheeks. “Sweetheart,” I said s

Autumn’s POVZane grabbed my hand firmly but gently and led me into the vast hall where Clara was already standing, looking extremely nervous. Her hands fidgeted in front of her, her eyes darting everywhere but toward me."Tell her the truth," Zane commanded, his voice low and sharp like a blade.Clara flinched at his tone. She trembled visibly, her mouth opening and closing like she was struggling for breath. Finally, she whispered, "I'm sorry... Autumn, I need to tell you what really happened that night."My heart pounded painfully in my chest. I stepped closer, desperate for answers, dreading what I might hear.Flashback "That night, Mia, you, and I went to the club... you were so happy, laughing freely, dancing without a care in the world. And I—" Clara’s voice cracked, "I was burning inside.""I was jealous, Autumn. I had a huge crush on Zane... and no matter what I did, he never even noticed me. All he ever saw was you."Clara wiped her tears harshly and continued, "I planned t

Zane's POV As sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes of our room, I gently brushed a kiss to Autumn’s temple and whispered, “Get ready, love. We’re going to the kingdom today. There are people we must meet, and duties we cannot delay.” She nodded sleepily, still curled against me. I kissed her forehead once more and got out of bed to prepare for the day. Later, after reaching the heart of my kingdom, I held a brief but crucial meeting with the high council and key leaders, addressing matters that needed swift attention. My voice carried authority, but today, it also held a hidden excitement—one I hadn’t felt in years. As the meeting neared its end, I stood from my throne and silenced the room with a single raised hand. “Before we conclude, I have something important to announce.” A murmur rippled through the hall. I turned toward the golden doors. “Autumn. Bring Valen, please.” The doors opened slowly, revealing my wife and our son. Autumn’s grace was radiant, dressed in

Zane gently lifted Autumn into his arms, her soft gasp making his heart race. He carried her to the next room, the door closing quietly behind them. The moonlight slipped through the curtains, casting silver patterns on the bed as he laid her down with care. “I missed your touch… your warmth,” he whispered, brushing his lips along her collarbone. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a slow, lingering kiss — one filled with everything he had held back for so long. His hand slid to her waist, fingers brushing over the fabric of her dress as he deepened the kiss, savoring her soft sighs against his lips. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, like they had waited years for this moment. Every touch was a promise, every kiss a confession. Zane’s lips traveled down her neck, sending shivers through her as his hand caressed her curves with reverence. “I’ve craved you since the moment I met you, Autumn,” he breathed against her skin. “I want all of you… your mind, your heart, your bo