All Chapters of The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alina lands on my lap like a question I’m not ready to answer.Soft. Warm. Fragile in the ways that make my wolf want to bare his throat and his teeth in the same breath. Her weight settles against my thighs, the line of her spine rigid with alarm at first, then uncertainty...like a skittish doe deciding whether the clearing is safe.Closer, my wolf urges, breath hot against the inside of my skull. Ours. Hold her.Guilt nicks under my ribs. This is my idea, not hers, and the palace already watches too closely. But the moment she tries to wriggle free, all the old instincts flood me...protector, teacher, King, mate...and my arms tighten of their own accord.“It’s ok,” I murmur, one hand braced over the curve of her hip, the other opening the book. Her scent winds upwards...soap, the faintest trace of wild clover...and as it assauls me completely I find myself having to press my heels into the carpet to keep from dragging her closer. “You’ll fall if you pull away like that.” I warn he

I didn't sleep, not really. Every time I closed my eyes, the ink on that page crawled back to life...Silver Wolves...and then Ro’s voice wrapped around the words like a verdict he didn’t want to deliver: If one appears, the King is sworn to protect the kingdom.He hadn’t said kill. He’d used a loftier blade. But it cut the same.What made this different to the way that Marcus hunted rogues or the occasional human that passed through into his territory?By dawn, I was raw-edged and brittle. Anger sat like a knot under my ribs, tight enough to make breathing feel like work. I went through the motions: drawing water, folding linens, memorizing the day’s route Iris had set for me. Every task felt too loud. Even the corridors seemed sharper, as if the stones themselves were listening for me to make a mistake.When the palace woke, so did Delilah’s smile.She waited for me outside the storeroom with a look that said she’d been standing there long enough to rehearse everything that she wa

My lungs burned as though the air itself was poison. My hands...no, I couldn’t call them hands now...gleamed faintly in the dim light, silver-white fur racing down my forearms like wildfire. Claws curved where my nails should have been, catching the thin stripe of moonlight through the high slit of the window.I stumbled back until the wall caught me, pressing so hard it hurt. “No, no, no,” I whispered. “This can’t...this can’t be real.”Then I heard it.Not outside. Not through the door. Not even in my ears.Inside.“It’s real, little one. Very real. And long overdue.”I froze, breath shuddering out of me. The voice was low and warm, smooth like velvet with an edge of amusement.“Who…?” My voice cracked in the empty storeroom. “Who’s speaking?”“You know.” The laugh that followed was soft, coaxing. “I’ve been waiting far too long for you to answer me. I’m your wolf.”My knees buckled. “My wolf,” I echoed in disbelief, my throat tightening. “But… you never spoke. I thought...”“That

The realization hit like a bucket of cold water. Right. He wasn’t Roe anymore...he was the King. The King who carried the weight of the realm, whose decisions decided life and death. My breath hitched, and I quickly lowered my gaze, fumbling out an apology.“I...I’m sorry, Rowan.”The name slipped before I could catch it. My eyes widened, horror coursing through me. Rowan. The name I had clung to in the darkness, the one that had meant survival and trust. Not King. Not Lycan. Just him.But I had forgotten myself in whatever this strange intimacy between us was.“Forgive me...Your Majesty,” I corrected hastily, head bowing so low my hair nearly brushed the floor. My cheeks felt crimson enough to glow in the dim lamplight.When I dared peek up again, Rowan’s lips twitched, almost as if he were suppressing a smile. “Eat,” he said simply, his voice softer than before.The command was softened with care. He gestured toward the small banquet laid out on the table beside us, dishes st

Her lips were still warm under mine, and swollen from my kisses, her chest heaving against me and sending my mind into a spiral of depraved thoughts. I should’ve stopped, but every instinct I had was screaming at me to take her, claim her as my own, and then devour what belonged to me."Mate." My wolf snarled, a savage sound as he paced, snarling and goading. "Ours. She’s begging for us to take her. Mark her!"No. Not like this.I kept repeating it, hammering the words against my skull like they could hold me together. Not like Marcus. Not like the bastards who broke women for sport. Not her.But then she looked up at me. Wide-eyed. Lips parted. Innocent, sweet… gods, she had no idea what she was doing to me.And I was losing.Her little hands clutched at my shirt like I was the only thing keeping her upright. That look in her eyes...confusion wrapped in fire. Lustful gazes and sighs without understanding what any of it meant. It split me right down the middle: the man who wanted to