All Chapters of Omega Mate For The Lycan King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Raziela ‘Just breathe through it,’ my wolf whispered to me, ‘It will pass. It always passes.’The fire started in my belly, then it licked its way up my spine, through my veins, until every inch of me was burning. Every six months, I had to go through my heat like every omega my age, but for some reason mine always felt like it was a curse, it turned my body into a prison and my mind into a battlefield.I was on my cot, curled into a tight ball, with my fingers digging into the thin mattress as another wave of cramps seized me, causing me to whimper and choke on my breath.The door to my room slammed open, crashing against the wall, causing me to jolt and attempt to pull myself into a sitting position, but another wave of cramps seized my entire body, forcing me back down. Madame Helen, the head omega trainer, stood in the doorway. Her small, dark eyes scanned my trembling form with utter contempt."Get up, you lazy bitch." she sneered, "You think you can lay here all day and stew

Raziela “Enough!” A voice cut through the air like a blade and it sent a ripple through me, dousing me in cold water and giving me back control. Zane. Thank Goddess he was here. “What's going on here?”“We were…” the girl had barely gotten any more words before she was interrupted.“Leave.” Zane's voice was stern, and one glare in their direction was all it took for them to scatter.“Thank you.” I raised my head to face him. “You have no idea how much this means….”“No, don't do that.” Zane cut me before I could get any more words out. He helped pull me up to my feet and I ducked away from his deep amber eyes. “Are you alright?” His tone was soft as always, and his hold on me lingered a little bit, even though I was standing on my feet now. No, I wasn’t alright. I had lost control of my body again, just like that night. But this time it was for a different reason. It was so short lived but now that it was over, I could still feel myself trembling from it. “No, no. Goddess, I don

Raziela The smell of mildew, urine, and blood wafted around me and more tears poured down my face. Darkness enveloped me, broken only by a sliver of grey light filtering through a tiny, barred slit high in the wall, too high to offer any view but a patch of indifferent sky. The roar of the crowd outside began to fade, replaced by the pounding of my own heart and the ragged rasp of my breathing.I laid there for a long moment, the cold of the stone seeping into my bruised and broken body.Alone. Accused. Beaten. Condemned.I curled in on myself, the rough stone scraping against my cheek.The trial tomorrow would be a sham. Grom’s words confirmed it. They didn’t want justice; they wanted a sacrifice. They wanted my head.A single tear escaped and traced a path through the grime on my face. Then another. Not tears of defeat, but of a profound, soul-shattering injustice. How had my life unravelled so completely, so horrifyingly, in a single day?Just when I thought I would finally be fr