All Chapters of Omega Mate For The Lycan King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Raziela Elaborate furniture filled the space, each piece clearly designed for intimate activities. Silk restraints hung from ornate posts. Cabinets lined the walls, their glass fronts revealing collections of items I had only heard whispered about in the most scandalous conversations. Everything looked elegant, expensive, and explicitly sexual.My face burned with embarrassment as I stood in the doorway, uncertain what to do first. The room seemed to pulse with a dark promise, its very atmosphere heavy with implied sensuality.I forced myself to enter, keeping my eyes focused on practical matters. The room required thorough cleaning as dust covers needed removal, surfaces required polishing, linens needed changing. I could treat this as any other cleaning assignment, despite the room’s specialized purpose.But as I worked, removing protective coverings and revealing more of the room’s elaborate fixtures, the initial shock and embarrassment gradually transformed into something else en

Raziela “Not intentionally,” Elliot replied thoughtfully. “But his beast operates on instinct rather than reason. It sees threats where there might be none, reacts to movement and sound in ways that could be… problematic. That’s why we make sure that the castle stays clear at all times. It’s not just for everyone else’s safety, it’s for his as well.”There was something in his tone, a depth of understanding that spoke of personal experience with this situation. How many times had he helped his King through this battle? How many times had he watched someone he clearly respected struggle against the beast within?“How long does this usually last?” I found myself asking.“It varies,” Elliot admitted. “Sometimes hours, sometimes longer. Sometimes it doesn’t happen at all. Much depends on the intensity of the shift, the circumstances that triggered it, and how long he holds the shift for before taking back control. But Dakor is strong. Stronger than he sometimes realizes. He’ll find his b

Raziela He stared at me as if I had spoken in a foreign language. “Raziela, you do not understand. In this state, I am not entirely myself. You must leave before—”“I am not leaving,” I interrupted, the words emerging with absolute certainty. Before he could protest further, I rose and moved into the bathroom where I filled a bowl with cold water and grabbed a towel along with it. “What are you doing?” he asked as I returned to his side. “Taking care of you,” I replied simply, beginning to gently wipe the perspiration from his forehead and face.I knelt beside him again and began to gently clean the perspiration from his forehead and face. The coolness seemed to provide immediate relief as his eyes fluttered closed and some of the terrible tension in his jaw eased.“This is madness,” he murmured, but he didn’t pull away from my touch. “You should be terrified of me right now.”“I am terrified,” I admitted, moving the cloth carefully around the silver chains that had left angry ma

RazielaAs I prepared to leave for my duties, I knelt beside Enid’s bed where she played with Thunder. “Mama has to work at the big party tonight,” I explained, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Maria will be here soon to watch you, and I’ll be back before you know it.”The older woman who had taken a special liking to Enid had promised to watch her tonight, since she didn’t have to serve at the party. “Will there be music?” she asked, her eyes bright with curiosity.“Yes, sweetheart. Lots of music and dancing.”“Can I hear it from here?”My throat tightened. “Maybe a little. But you need to stay here with Maria, promise me?”She nodded solemnly, then wrapped her small arms around my neck. “Be careful, Mama.”The wisdom in her young voice broke my heart. A three-year-old should not have to worry about her mother’s safety, should not understand that the world was full of dangers that could steal away everyone she loved.The eastern courtyard had been transformed into something from a

Raziela The terror clawing at my chest made it impossible to think clearly. My legs felt like they might give out as I stumbled back toward the door, Maria’s voice calling after me, but I couldn’t focus on her words. The only thing that mattered was finding my baby.I burst through the entrance of the servants’ quarters, the cool night air hitting my flushed face like a slap. My vision blurred with unshed tears as I frantically scanned around, searching for any sign of movement, any clue that might lead me to Enid.“Raziela!”I spun toward the familiar voice to see Diane jogging toward me. Even in the dim light, I could see the concern etched across her features.“Thank the goddess,” she panted as she reached me. “Michelle sent me to find you. She said serving the high table alone was becoming impossible with how drunk some of those Elders are getting, and she needed—” She stopped mid-sentence, taking in my appearance. “What’s wrong?”The dam burst.“She’s gone,” I sobbed, the words