THE LYCAN’S OMEGA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Katherine’s POV It was Kenneth and of course Judith. Judith is the teacher for the pups kindergarten and Kenneth was a server to Gerald. They both had their duties. What were they doing here? Their hands were intertwined together. She whispered something into his ears and he smiled at her. They moved together in sync. Judith's eyes managed to find me. Like he wanted me to see it. My wolf whimpered in pain begging me to go to our mate. I ignored and caged her pain and forced myself to keep moving. “Katherine eyes forward!” Thorne My instructor barked. I focused I won’t let him break me; he might have broken our bond. I lifted my chin and focused on my training. ~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s been three days since Kenneth rejected me. Kenneth and Judith paraded themselves around the pack. It was like they both wanted to flaunt whatever they had in my face no matter how I tried to avoid them. I thought it was going to get better but it kept getting worse. I had seen her kissing

Katherine’s POV I woke up because my wolf wouldn’t stop pacing, her claws raking the inside of my skull. I opened my eyes, the light hit me and jolted my memory awake, the Alpha appointment starts at noon. Every wolf in the New Haven territory was required to be there when the outgoing Alpha and elders named the new Alpha of the pack. No member of the pack should be absent. I had to hurry back in time to wash him away from my skin, his scent was everywhere. If anyone smelled him on me… I shivered. Every muscle in my body was screaming at me. My thighs were sticky, my skin marked with bruises shaped like his fingerprints, and between my legs I was swollen and tender and aching in a way that made me bite back a moan just remembering how he put me there. How could a human be this strong? I turned to him, he was still out cold, sprawled on back, one arm flung across the pillow where my head had been. The morning light cut across the sharp lines of his abs, a black inked tattoo

He stood in the middle of the circle in a black coat that drank the sunlight, his hair dark as a raven’s wing. Tall, god, so tall built like violence poured into silk. Eyes the color of fresh blood in moonlight. Beautiful in the way a forest fire is beautiful seconds before it eats you alive. His gaze swept the clearing once lazy, dismissive then locked on me. Reign POV Three days ago. I sat in my office going through piles of papers, when the double doors opened. Zeke, my right hand man, walked it with sleek steps. “Reign. We have a problem.” I didn’t look up from what I was doing . “Then fix it.” “This one’s different.” He crossed the room and dropped a sealed envelope on the table. The New Haven pack crest stared back at me. That got my attention. I broke the seal and scanned the letter.A low growl slipped out before I could stop it. “Gerald is calling a gathering,” Zeke said. “He is trying to appoint a new Alpha.” The paper crushed in my fist. “On whose authori

Gerald I was livid. The presence of that Lycan didn’t just silence the halls but it humiliated me crumbling the powers I have built in years. The last time I saw him was when he appointed me Alpha. I have been younger then, respectful. I didn’t know what power was. But now I am in control. I clenched my jaws as I stormed into my chambers and shut the door behind me. My daughter Judith was already seated her legs crossed waiting. “Why didn’t I know he was coming or rather why didn’t you tell me he was coming.” I roared like a hungry lion. She got up slowly and walked towards me as I paced the room. “I’m just as surprised too. You know Lycan’s have the ability to mask their powers” she ran her nails over my shoulders seductively. “Don’t do that that with my daughter’s face, Lilith” I cringed. She rolled her eyes She emerged from Judith body in a sudden shift.my daughter swayed collapsing I held onto her before she did letting her down slowly. I hissed. “Don’t fucking hurt

Reign’s POV The air inside the Lycan mansion was thick with neglect. Dust coated every surface heavy, undisturbed for years, as though the house itself had been holding its breath and finally surrendered. Chandeliers dulled beneath layers of grime. Torn banners bearing the Lycan crest drooped from the walls, moth-eaten and disgraced, symbols of power left to rot. I sat at the long oak table, fingers resting idly against the polished wood. Zeke stood at my right, arms folded across his chest, silent and immovable. His gaze tracked every sound, every shift of air, like a blade waiting to be drawn. Three elders entered. They wore calm expressions, practiced over decades of survival—but their bodies betrayed them. Hearts pounded too fast. Sweat gathered along their temples. Fear wrapped tight around their spines. “Where is your Alpha?” I asked, eyes still on my phone. My tone was mild. Almost bored. “He left to ‘make arrangements’ for my arrival. Yet this place looks like a tomb. D