All Chapters of The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I sat there a long time after she drifted off, knuckles turning white on my knees, and my jaw clenched so tightly that my teeth hurt. The room was quiet,and if it wasn’t for my wolf’s incessant snarling, I was sure my thoughts would spiral into a chaotic blend of guilt, shame, duty…everything that plagues me but that I would never speak aloud.“Why do you refuse what was meant to be ours?” He raged, “Accept her and make her ours!”.I closed my eyes and let the demand roll through me, savouring the feel of her body close to mine. It would be so easy to give in. To say the one truth my bones already knew and damn the rest. But taking the easy option would get her killed. Easy gets omegas torn apart by gossip and politics and knives that smile when they bow.“She’s an omega”, I told him. “An omega without a wolf. She wouldn’t survive what comes with me.”“Liar”, he snapped back. “You don’t know that. You’re just afraid.”“Afraid? “ I snorted. And shook my head.I’d fought blood-crazed

The council chamber stank of fear.I could feel it before I even pushed the doors open, wolves whispering low, their voices fraying at the edges. The Blood Moon had passed, but its shadow lingered, crawling along the kingdom’s borders and seeping into the walls of my court.Jeremiah was already waiting when I entered, his stance stiff and eyes sharp. Nolan stood beside him, arms crossed, looking like he hadn’t slept since the Moon rose. Both of them bowed slightly, the weight of the council's protocol clinging to their movements, but their eyes told me what I already knew.Something was very, very wrong.“Report,” I said flatly, striding to the head of the table.Nolan stepped forward first, his voice clipped. “We’ve confirmed attacks along the southern and western borders. Not by rogues — something else. Packs reported shadow-like creatures moving faster than wolves. They leave no tracks. By the time anyone responds, livestock and even wolves are dead. No bite marks. Just blackened

The stack of books on my desk didn’t just sit there, they stared at me. Four slim volumes, spines uncracked, lined up like a promise I’d been stubborn enough to make to myself. Tonight I’d give them to her and sit with her. I smiled at the thought of hearing her stumble through the shapes and the sounds and of seeing that stubborn spark in her eyes light up when the pieces clicked into place for her. Goddess knows that it wasn’t much, I couldn’t give her what the both of us wanted, but it was something I could give her that didn’t hurt.Except today, she didn’t knock on the door as she had done every other day.She was usually somewhere in my presence at this time of day, even if it was just passing by with a tray or a bucket, trying to make herself invisible. I waited too long for her to appear, and my anxiety grew with every passing second as my wolf paced under my skin.“Find her.” He growled. It wasn’t a request.“Where is she?” I snapped the moment Iris stepped into my office.I

Since that night in the library, Rowan and I had slipped back into a rhythm I recognized too well.He was the King.I was the servant.We crossed paths when my duties required it, and we exchanged polite words but nothing more. His voice was clipped and careful when we spoke, and mine remained deferential. I called him “my King” every time, and though it broke my heart every time, I kept doing it. I couldn’t risk giving myself away again.And he… he let me.It wasn’t cruel, not like Marcus ever was, but the distance between us only seemed to grow wider. The closest of strangers, that’s what we had become.Strangely, I told myself it was acceptable.If I kept the distance between us, then maybe I could remember how to breathe without the bond clawing at me, and in doing so, keep both of us safe.Every morning now began the same way.Nolan’s voice snapped across the training yard before dawn as I tried desperately to ignore the shivers from the cold air biting through my thin tunic.“Fe

Word of the Luna Game spread like wildfire through the palace and its citizens.Servants whispered in corridors, voices lowered but urgent, like gossip alone could change their place in the world. The east hall was being transformed daily, long banners stretching down the stone walls in crimson and gold, ready for the arrival of the daughters of ranked families from every pack under the kingdom’s protection.Crates arrived in a near constant stream, carried in under heavy guard as if jewels and silks were worth more than blood. Dresses, jewelry, ornaments — gleaming promises of wealth and status. Slowly but surely, unfamiliar women began to appear in the gardens with their mothers. They walked slowly, talked even slower, and practiced smiles that looked like traps.I told myself none of it mattered. I told myself I was fine.But the truth dug sharp under my ribs.Maybe Nolan saw it, because he worked us harder that week than he ever had before. Or maybe it was all for show — a way to