All Chapters of The Alpha King's Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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21. His Desire

Ragnar walked slowly, deliberately, each step swallowed by the pitch-black stones beneath his boots. The torches that lined the hallway flickered with blue flame, enchanted to keep the air cold. Cold enough to stifle scent. Cold enough to remind his prisoner inside that warmth, and mercy had no place in this wing of the castle.The Obsidian Wing.A place reserved for him solely. Where he spent most of the time to clear his mind, or when he wanted to cut himself off from reality. And now this place was reserved for her.Freya.The name tasted strange on his tongue every time he allowed himself to whisper it. Strange in a way that it rolled off his tongue in a perfect rhythm.Ragnar shouldn't be here. He knew that. Kings don't visit prisoners. Not personally. Not this deep. Not this often. But rules were for men. He was something else entirely.And it wasn't like Freya was only his prisoner. Of course, she was, but he had marked her and made her into his personal property.He paused at

Last Updated : 2025-05-25

22. Her Wolf

There was no time. No light. No air. Just the raw, suffocating crush of nothingness.Freya drifted in it.The earth continued to spin and the time didn't stop neither it paused, it just kept slipping through the tips of her fingers in a full blur.The silence was absolute, a thick, oppressive veil that wrapped around her limbs like chains made of shadow. There was no pain now. No cold iron biting her wrists. No stone floor. Just emptiness. Just void. A place between moments, where time forgot to move.Freya couldn't feel anything. Though she was bound but she couldn't feel it. She was numb. Drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness.She didn’t know if she was dead or dreaming. And maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe that was mercy.But even in the dark, she was not alone. There was a constant heartbeat. Not hers. Not his. Then a whisper, soft and spectral... 'Wake up.' It wasn’t a command. It was a plea. Familiar. Intimate.Freya blinked into the void. The darkness peeled away in

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

23. Magic Potion

Freya woke up to the sound of her breathing. It was shallow. Ragged. Alive.The marble floor beneath her body was cold as ice. The iron cuffs no longer bite her wrists. The chains had been removed. When did that happen? Why didn't she notice it? Maybe she was passed out. Despite not being tied in chains, she still did not move. Her limbs ached, heavy with phantom weight. Her wolf, once a roar inside her chest, was now a flickering echo.As her vision cleared, she stared at the inky sky, sparkling with millions of stars, through the ceiling window. And just like that, everything came back to her in small fragments. Her heartbeat quickened as her eyes darted around the chamber for any threat, and there was none.Ever since childhood, she has felt this strong spirit in her. When her parents were alive, she was a carefree child. She played with her friends and used to run in the fields. Everything was so perfect, but then, one unfortunate night, everything changed. Her world turned upside

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24. Flower's Embrace

Freya woke in stillness. Not the stillness of despair, but the breathless calm before a storm. Her body ached, but the pain no longer ruled her. Something had shifted, not just in her bones, but in the air itself.The mark was whole. Completed. She could feel it thrumming under her skin, tethering her to Ragnar like a thread spun from fire and ice. But where once it had burned, now it pulsed with something else. Deeper. Older. As though a door had been forced open, and something forgotten had begun to breathe again.Why was all of this happening now? The visions. The past life. She knew something was thrumming in her soul, but what triggered it? Perhaps the marking...She sat up slowly. Her limbs trembled, but they obeyed. Her wolf stirred faintly, a fragile flicker like a dying ember coaxed back to life. The Obsidian Wing was cloaked in silence. No guards. No footsteps. No sound but the whisper of the wind against the high glass windows. She was tired of staying in those four walls.

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25. Chloe

The next morning brought no chains, no commands, only the sound of the Obsidian Wing breathing around her. She woke up, taking her time, feeling the softness of the bed, the soft fur beneath her. It felt good to sleep in such warm sheets. She wondered how her people were coping, if they were fine, if Ragnar kept his word.The wind whispered secrets through cracks in the stone, and the cold seeped in like a memory. Freya freshened up and dressed slowly, deliberately. The maid had brought her new clothes, nothing extravagant but still so beautiful. It was a long royal dress code maxi that reached her ankles. It was flowy and fit her curves perfectly. Her hair was open as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked so feminine.The tremor in her hands was gone. The mark had settled, but it didn’t tame her. If anything, it sharpened her. Something within her stirred, more than just her wolf. Older. Hungrier. It was as if the mark had brought something to life.Yesterday, she he

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26. Secrets

"Were both your parents omegas?" Chloe asked, and Freya narrowed her eyes. "Yes," she lied.She wasn't fully an Omega, and no one knows this, not even Atlas. Freya's mother was the last of the witches, and Freya had her blood in her veins. When she was a kid, she was eager to learn magic, but the king, the dominant alpha at that time, snatched everything from her.She might have had a witch's blood in her veins, but it wasn't pure blood, and she didn't know any magic."Your eyes, they held fire," Chloe said, calmly observing the girl.“I’ve seen many things,” Freya replied. “And I plan to see more.”Something like amusement flickered in Chloe’s eyes. But as she turned to leave, Freya’s voice stopped her.“Do you know of Skýrana?”Chloe froze mid-step. The shift was subtle, but her spine stiffened, her breath hitched.Slowly, she turned back. Her eyes narrowed. “Where did you hear that name?” She said that as if it were the most haunting thing."From my mother when I was a child." She l

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27. Her scent

"Because I simply want to." She said pulling to her feet and walked over to the book shelf as she shoved the book back and searched for something which could give her some information. Something more. There was a sword and a well mentioned in her visions. Where could she find them?Ragnar grabbed her arm and roughly jerked her closer, causing her small body to crash into his chest as he glared down at her."Don't f*ck with me, Freya. I'm being lenient with you." He hissed."Go f*ck yourself," she spat and his blood boiled."You love to get on my nerves." He gritted."No, I would love to kill you." She corrected, and his jaw ticked."Why the f*ck you want to kill me!" He growled, jerking her small body with his strength. "BECAUSE YOU'RE A DOMINANT ALPHA!" She screamed at him, and his brows furrowed in confusion."What-""Because your father, and the other two f*cking dominant Alphas killed my parents, they killed my younger sister. She was an infant. They killed all of my people, and

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28. Wanting Her

Ragnar had always been a creature of discipline. Order. Silence.From the time he was a boy, raised beneath bloodied banners and the weight of expectations from his stoic father, he understood that to be king meant control. A crown was not given; it was carved from flesh and forged in ice. And he had worn his without question, without faltering.Until her.Freya.He sat alone in the throne chamber, the firelight crackling across the black stone, casting long shadows across the ancient walls. His hands rested on the arms of his throne, but they felt too still, too empty. Her scent still clung to his fingers, from her wrist, from her hair, from her parted lips when he had kissed her in the library like a man drowning.It should have been a moment of dominance. Of reasserting control. Instead, it had consumed him. If she hadn't bitten him to stop him, he didn't know what he might've done in that moment, and he hated how every time he lost control when he kissed her. And whenever he thoug

Last Updated : 2025-06-02

29. Deranged

She was in her chamber. She hasn't stepped outside in the last two days. Her blood boiled at the thought of Ragnar and the way he forcefully kissed her again. That bastard. She could still feel his lips on hers as if he wanted to eat her alive. She hated the fact that his thoughts consumed a lot of her time, and in all those seconds, she just wanted to eradicate his existence from the earth.Freya didn't eat anything yesterday because she felt like throwing up. She had taken a bath at least seven times in the last two days, but no matter what she did, his scent and touch wouldn't go away. But it was fine. He was the king. He was in control of power for now, but it was alright because the power shifts were the biggest betrayal in this universe. He may be the king today, but who has promised tomorrow?No one. Even the strongest leaders fall, and when he'll fall, she'll take her revenge and annihilate his bloodline.The palace had gone quiet, but Freya could feel its pulse.Night stret

Last Updated : 2025-06-04

30. Locked up

The silence that followed was not peace. It was the eye of the storm. Freya stared at him in disbelief. She still couldn't believe what had just happened. The mark. The assassination attempt was made to kill her. He said something about killing her before she fully awakens.Everything that happened in the past few minutes was too much for her to take in, and then Ragnar barged in like a raging beast. He must've felt her pain through the mate bond. But why did he kill that man? He could've just beaten him up and put him in the dungeons for interrogation. Now, how would she know why he tried to kill her and who sent him?Ragnar stood over the corpse, blood still dripping from his claws. His breathing came in heaves, slow, labored, as if some primal force inside him had not yet settled. The rage hadn’t passed. It was coiling, tighter, more dangerous now that Freya stood across from him, trembling, disheveled, the phantom heat of his kiss still lingering between them.Freya’s heart thunde

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