All Chapters of The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The water was freezing, pounding against the back of my neck, but it wasn’t enough. No matter how cold the water was and no matter how long I stood there with my hands braced against the stone, my skin still burned. The ghost of her touch lingered, the taste of her lips still clung to mine, and the memory of her voice breaking as she told me no carved itself deeper into my chest with every breath I took.I squeezed my eyes shut, water streaming over my face, and let the guilt settle in like a weight.I’d lost control.That simple truth was enough to make my stomach twist. I’d nearly taken what wasn’t mine to take, nearly crossed a line that should never have been touched. She had stopped me, not the other way around. Me, the King who prided himself on discipline, had nearly broken the one thing I swore I wouldn’t.“Idiot,” I muttered, slamming my palm against the stone wall. The crack of skin on stone echoed, and the sting in my hand was sharp, grounding."Don't be dramatic. You di

I was so scared I could barely think.After everything I’d survived, was this how it ended, torn apart in a hallway by a wolf I couldn’t outrun or fight? I’d scraped my way through years of Marcus’s cruelty, kept my head down in a pack that wanted me gone, hid my wolf, and hid my heart. I’d made it all the way here, and now my chest was pinned beneath a weight that could crush it with a twitch.My eyes burned. I didn’t want to cry, but the tears came anyway, hot and useless.The wolf shifted, the heavy paw lifting off my ribs, then setting down closer to my arm. He moved toward me, slow and deliberate, and the way his shoulders rolled said one thing very clearly. If I ran, he’d be faster. If I fought, he’d win.I swallowed a sob. I had nothing left to bargain with but breath.Warriors crowded the corridor in a half circle, weapons held tight, feet braced. The alarm kept shrieking overhead. Somewhere in the noise, I caught Jeremiah's voice, sharp and steady even when he sounded like he

The basement chamber they had told me to lead Rowan to was hugely different from the rooms inside his palace. The smell of damp stone and iron mixed with the stale air was almost overwhelming. It was pretty obvious that this room wasn't used for anything other than containing Rowan's wolf during the Blood Moon. I was trapped alone, without help, with him.Rowan’s wolf form sprawled across the floor on the other side of the room, nothing more than a hulking shadow in the half-light down here. If it wasn't for his golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness, it would have been hard to find him.I couldn't stop thinking about how miserable and dejected he looked at being down here, though.Everyone else had gone, the warriors, Nolan, Jeremiah... simply locking the door behind us like it was the most natural thing in the world to leave me with a barely restrained Lycan.They were insane. They had to be. I hugged my knees tighter against my chest as I wondered how long i would have to s

The stone felt cool beneath my palms, my claw marks gouged deep into it from where I’d barely kept myself in control as my wolf fought me with every ounce of his strength to come forward and take her as his own. At some point, I had bitten my lip hard enough to taste blood; it was the only thing that I could think of to distract myself and stop my wolf from tearing into her the way he wanted.I dragged in a breath, long and shaky, forcing my claws back inch by inch until they retracted, leaving my fingers raw. The curse pulsed through my veins, hot and black, a constant reminder of how close I’d come to losing control.“I won’t accept this bond,” I rasped, voice low, guttural, “I can’t.”Inside me, my wolf howled, furious, thrashing against the chains I tried to hold him with. “You’re an idiot! She is OUR Mate,” he snarled. “She is OURS!”I shut my eyes and tried to shut him out because the sound of his desperate cries was almost unbearable. Even worse, the girl standing only a few

The first thing I saw when I woke wasn’t the light spilling down into the grimy basement that usually contained me safely during the Blood Moon.It was her.Alina.My gaze was instantly drawn to her body that was curled against mine, small and warm, naked beneath the tangled sheets. Her pale skin against the dark fabric, marred with bruises that I had put there, made my stomach turn with guilt. The darkened rings around her wrists where I’d pinned them above her head and the raw, angry smudges along her throat where my teeth had grazed but not broken, stirred a rumble of satisfaction from my wolf. And then, finally, as my eyes travelled lower, the faint half-moons that scarred her hips where my grip had been too rough as I claimed her for myself...the finger marks were already turning purple.All this was, was evidence. Every single mark.I sat there and stared at them until bile rose in my throat.My mate.And I had touched her like that, scarred her and branded her as if she w