Todos os capítulos de Lycan king and his Omega: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The air inside the sacred stone chamber was thick with incense and ancient energy. Autumn held Zane’s hand tightly, her fingers trembling. High Priestess Lysandra appeared in glowing white robes, her silvery eyes gleaming with divine sight. “You’ve come seeking truth,” Lysandra spoke, her voice echoing as if a thousand ancestors spoke through her. Autumn’s voice cracked, “For a week now, I’ve seen the same dream. A man calls me his wife. He’s cold. Dangerous. I’m terrified.” The priestess placed her hands on Autumn’s temples. “Because he was your husband… in a life you no longer remember.” The torches dimmed. Light shimmered in a glowing circle around them. Visions began to swirl like mist, and the past unfolded before their eyes. Flashback Her name had once been Bella—an omega born under a rare celestial sign, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. It was said Bella’s soul held a power unlike any other, a divine light meant to balance darkness. When she turned eighteen, s

Malrik’s POV She is mine. She always was mine. The sting from her slap still burned on my cheek, but it was nothing compared to the rage clawing through my chest. Bella—no, Autumn—had dared to raise her hand against me. In her past life, she never would’ve. She only tolerated the pain, the chains… me. But now she thinks she can fight back? Clenching my jaw, I licked the blood from my lips and smirked coldly. “So… your powers have awakened,” I murmured to the empty air, voice like a snake’s hiss. “But you think that changes anything? That a new name… a new face… a new mate will keep you from me?” I laughed bitterly, stepping into the shadows of the alley behind the ballroom. “I don’t care what power the Moon Goddess gave you. I don’t even care about the Goddess herself.” He lifted his hand, fire and shadows sparking at his fingertips. “I will break that bond with Zane. I will shatter whatever shield she thinks she has. Because in every life, she comes back to me. And in this

Zane’s POVThis was not our first meeting.But it would be the one he’d never forget.After what he did to Autumn—invading her dreams, awakening buried desires, manipulating her mind—I couldn’t sit still.He crossed a line. And I would remind him exactly who I am.I summoned him to my office again. Not as a king offering business. But as a Lycan warning a monster.When Malrik entered, he didn’t wear the face of guilt. No, he walked in with a smirk—like he already owned everything in the room, including her.“Twice in one moon cycle,” he said with mock amusement, shutting the door behind him. “You must be desperate.”I didn’t rise. I stared at him like the beast I am.“You walk into my territory. Haunt my mate’s mind. And think I won’t call you out?” I said coldly.He stepped forward, voice dark and slow. “She’s not your mate, Zane. She’s mine. She always was—before your precious ‘bond,’ before this reincarnation. She belongs to me. Body and soul.”I stood now, slowly, power radiating

Zane’s POV“I love her deeper than anything… deeper than my blood, my title, my very soul.”The Priestess’s words echoed in my head as I stepped into our chambers. There she was—my Autumn—sitting on the bed with our little one, Valen, giggling in her lap. Her soft laughter, the way she looked at him like he was her whole world—it made something fierce and tender burn in my chest.I leaned on the doorframe, watching for a moment. She noticed me and smiled, her eyes lighting up like a thousand stars. Valen squealed, crawling toward me.I lifted him into my arms. “We have a prince here who’s refusing bedtime,” I said with a smirk.Autumn chuckled. “He missed you.”“I missed both of you,” I whispered, kissing her forehead, then turning to Valen. “Let’s get you to bed, little warrior.”She nodded, eyes lingering on me with something unspoken.I tucked Valen into his room, watching his little chest rise and fall. When I returned, Autumn stood by the window, moonlight bathing her in silver g

Autumn's POV The air was alive with color and warmth as I walked through the bustling market. Valen was skipping ahead with Zane’s beta, holding a candied fruit in his tiny hands, his laughter blending into the hum of bartering voices, clinking silver, and sweet, spicy aromas. I needed this. After the stormy days and haunting nights, something about the energy here—the humanity of it—calmed me. But then the air shifted. It grew colder… heavier. As if the sun momentarily slipped behind a dark cloud no one else could see. My breath caught in my throat. I turned instinctively, and my gaze landed on him. Malrik. He stood near a velvet-draped tent stall, blending effortlessly into the crowd with an aura of dark elegance. He wore a black coat over a deep maroon tunic, his obsidian hair pushed back, revealing the cruel perfection of his jaw and those damnably familiar storm-gray eyes. Eyes that knew me. Even across the crowd, his gaze didn’t waver. Didn’t blink. My legs froze in pl