Semua Bab The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I get started before the sun even breaks over the horizon.The palace is silent except for the sound of my feet against the cool stone and the faint hiss of half sleeping embers when I slip into Rowe’s wing. The carpets in this part of the castle swallow the sound of my footsteps effortlessly and for that I’m grateful.Iris told me last night that a good attendant is invisible, and being invisible is the one skill that I perfected under Marcus’s reign of terror. So I am going to make sure that every day I am early and I am quiet and, if the Moon Goddess has any mercy left for me, I will be gone before the King arrives back to his room.His scent is already here, though…clean leather mixed with winter pine and a darker undertone like smoke after rain. It slides over me as I open the office and the breath leaves my lungs in a ragged little sigh I didn’t give permission for, a confusing mix of comfort and ache, braided together. I hover at the threshold, like crossing it might be either

My hands trembled as I recounted the details as well as I was able to, the whole time I spoke Rowe’s gaze lingered on me, cool and unreadable, his eyes shadowed with something that I couldn’t name. He didn’t shout, nor did he accuse me of lying. Instead, he simply waved his hand to silence me, his tone clipped.“You can do it again. Make sure it’s perfect before I return from patrol. I despise disorder like this.”The dismissal was final and I bowed my head.“Yes, my King,” I murmured, though the words burned my tongue.As soon as he strode out, Iris appeared at my side like a shadow, her sharp voice lashing against me.“Excuses don’t matter here, Alina. Results do. If the King says the office is messy, then it is. Your explanations will not save you from punishment if this happens again.”I wanted to scream, to shake her until she understood. But I knew Iris was only doing her job, bound by the rules like chains. So I bit my lip until I tasted blood and nodded silently.Inside, thou

By the time I slipped out of the King’s office, my body ached in places I hadn’t even realized were bruised. My wrist still tingled where he had caught hold of me, and I rubbed the sore spot absently.What was Rowe really playing at?One moment, he reminded me with his stern voice to call him ‘King’ as if I were nothing more than a servant beneath his notice, and then the next, he was demanding I strip so that he could check my injuries,.I had seen his eyes burning with something too sharp to be indifference but it made no sense.If he truly wanted me to keep my distance, why couldn’t he stop crossing the line first?The thought soured in my chest as I made my way down the corridor, my head lowered. I didn’t want any more trouble, not here, not now. Survival meant invisibility and. If I could just fade into the background here, maybe I could live a simple, quiet life.That hope shattered the moment I turned the corner and nearly collided with Delilah.Her eyes lit up the instant the

The tray in my hands trembled slightly as I walked the corridor toward the King’s study. The scent of roasted venison and fresh bread curled upward from the dishes, and I prayed silently that I wouldn’t spill anything.I had memorized the path already: three turns and onto the corridor with the tall windows and down the hall and through the heavy double doors that led to his study. Iris, had stressed again and again that the King did not like to be kept waiting, nor did he like excuses. So I came quietly and promptly, just as I had been taught to do. Deliver the meal, bow and then leave.That was all.I balanced the tray carefully as I nudged the door open with my shoulder. The hinges groaned slightly, and my heart skipped, but the sight inside stopped me cold.Rowan sat at his desk with a thick book open before him. His dark hair caught the light from the fire, the shadows sharpening the angles of his face. He didn’t look up immediately, but his mere presence filled the room. His a

A strange tingling sensation had crawled over my skin when we had touched. Something that had never happened before.It was like a pleasant shiver that left me disoriented, as if something inside me had woken for a fleeting second only to fall silent again. I bit the inside of my cheek and tried to steady myself, whispering inwardly to a wolf that had never once answered me.Are you there?The silence was as familiar as it was suffocating. My wolf never spoke, never stirred. It was as though I was born hollow, cursed to be half a creature. The ache of it pressed down on me as I looked up at Rowe.His eyes were serious, too serious, the kind of gaze that stripped you bare without touching you. I lowered my eyes quickly.“Follow me back.” he said abruptly.I almost asked why. The words rose to my tongue, but Marcus’s lessons flashed through me, questions invited pain, hesitation invited fists. So I swallowed them and followed in silence.Rowe stopped abruptly, and I bumped into his bac