All Chapters of THE LYCAN’S OMEGA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kenneth’s POV The square was alive with the sound of my name. Every cheer fed the satisfaction burning low in my chest. I stood where the light caught me best, keeping my shoulders high, my expression just the right mix of humble and proud. It was important they saw me, not to just hear the stories. The plan was simple, stay in the place the pack members were crowded, where the rogues were fewer, avoid areas where the wolfsbane were, make every “rescue” loud enough for someone to notice, and never risk more than was necessary.My job tonight wasn’t just to fight, but to be seen fighting. And it worked perfectly. I held a wounded wolf by the shoulder, helping him to the healers tent before turning towards the crowd. More eyes on me. More voices spread the tale. The Moon Festival would be remembered for two things: the attack and how I saved the day. Across the square, I caught sight of Alpha Gerald sitting calmly, he understood the performance. Let everyone else believe chaos

Reign’s POV I pieced everything together. She had been rejected. The memory of the night we first crossed paths. The night she daringly and mistakenly disturbed my sleep. She had staggered into my room outside of the pack’s territory. She had been drunk, drowning herself in something bitter just to silence her own mind. She had locked her wolf out entirely that night, as if caging her own soul so she wouldn’t feel the bond that had betrayed her. I caught the scent of sadness so thick on her, a hunger to forget, to erase the mate who betrayed her and the ache of rejection. I wanted to conquer it. That night, I had seen the hesitation before submission. Her feistiness in locking her wolf away, in denying herself the pull of the bond, fascinated me. It was resistance for the sake of survival. She submitted as if every moment with me was another step away from the mate who had turned her

~~~~~~~~~ After Reign finally allowed me to leave, I rushed back home, scrubbing myself down and masking his scent from every inch of my skin. My heart still raced, at my guts last night. Still, I shoved it down. Training started today, and I refused to miss it. I needed this. By the time I arrived at the training grounds, the place was buzzing with life. The air vibrated with the crack of fists against, Wolves had gathered from every corner, eager to shake off the heaviness of the rogue attack. The field didn’t feel weighed down by fear, it pulsed with energy, with determination. I slipped into the crowd and found Felicia already stretching by the sidelines. Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “He let you out,” she said knowingly, lips curling into a smirk. “I had to pay my way out,” I muttered, rolling my eyes. She burst into laughter. “That sounds like a Lycan issue.” “You don’t say,” I shot back dryly,

****** One week later “I haven’t heard from Gerald about the investigation into the rogue attack,” I said, my voice edged with disdain. Zeke snorted. “What can he say? He orchestrated it. He’ll have to twist the truth so hard it’ll strangle him.” I leaned back, smirking. “He stumbled over his own pawns’ slip.” “Crumbled,” Zeke said with a cruel smile. “Kenneth was supposed to be his masterpiece,Alpha material, groomed to lead. And yet, Kenneth shamed himself before the entire pack. That’s not something Gerald can scrub clean, no matter how slick he talks.” “He’ll try,” I muttered. “Gerald has always clung to the illusion of control. But now he’s forced to investigate his own crimr. If he fumbles, he looks incompetent. If he digs too deep, he exposes himself. Either way

Sandra Dean made herself comfortable like this wasn’t Reign’s office but hers. Reign let go of my hand and I found my way to the couch while he walked towards his table and sat on the main seat opposite Sandra, he reached for the landline phone on his table and he spoke into it. “Come in.” The door opened. Caleb returned, this time accompanied by a man carrying a sleek leather briefcase. Both bowed slightly before approaching the desk. Caleb dropped some papers on the table and stood behind Reign while the other man placed the briefcase in front of Sandra. He slid the briefcase open, pulling out a neatly bound folder, and placed it in front of her with a deliberate ease then stood behind her. “The final clause on the distribution rights needs to be reconsidered,” Sandra Finally spoke, her tone brisk but not rushed. “The Dean Corporation is expanding. The Eastern sector should fall under our wider control. It makes sense for logistics.” Reign, scanned the papers as though th