All Chapters of The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nolan stacked the last book with the same neatness he always did and pushed his chair back. “I think that’s enough for today. Don’t force it or the words blur and none of them stick in your mind.”I rubbed at the corners of my eyes. They stung from squinting so long at letters that refused to stay still. My head throbbed like it wanted to remind me that I wasn’t built for this kind of work.“I’m slower than you’d like,” I muttered.“You’re faster than you think,” he said simply with no pause and no hesitation as he tapped the Bestiary. “Stay with this one if you want to keep reading. The phrasing’s easier to read, and I think you’ll get more out of it. If you hit something you don’t know, sound it out. Or mark it and ask later. I’ll check on you after the drill.”I nodded and smiled at him, because I knew that he wasn’t pitying me. He never did. His voice didn’t shift when I struggled, and he treated every mistake like a step, not a failure. That was rare enough that I wanted to hold

The palace seemed to change overnight, and when I moved about my routine the following morning, I noticed that now, banners streamed down every wall, red and gold draped across stone like the building itself was a participant in the Luna Games. In the east courtyard, carts had been unloaded at dawn, bolts of silk stacked high enough to block the archway, and boxes of jewelry sat sealed in wax, with every lid stamped with a noble crest. Servants checked them against ledgers while guards stood stiff at the corners, as if one wrong hand touching the items could cost them their posts.The nobles came in waves. They pretended to stroll, but their eyes tracked every crate, weighing who had sent more, whose silk was thicker, whose gold would shine brighter, and their voices carried sharply over the hammer of workmen.“He’ll choose at the banquet,” one woman said, her bracelets clinking as she leaned in close to her friend.“No, at the dance,” another insisted, tugging at her skirts. “That’s

Rowan said nothing as his eyes locked on mine, and then a single word broke that silence between us. "Alina,” he said. It wasn't a question, it wasn't a warning, but his voice broke on my name like it carried too much weight to carry in too few letters.The shadows battered against my net, and it held with no sagging and no breaches. The lights steadied, and that rotten taste in the air all but disappeared, and now the crowd saw me, standing in front of their King with silver light burning in my hands.My wolf laughed, the sound radiating with pure joy. “Finally! Now they see you for what you are. Look at their faces.”I could feel their eyes on me. Awe. Fear. Respect. And I could almost hear all of the words that caught in their throats and froze on their tongues, unsure whether they should speak them aloud or not.Nolan moved to my shoulder, close but not touching. “Hold it steady,” he said, his voice grounding me and reshifting my docus back to the wards. "I've got your b

The corridors weren’t quiet as I made my way out of my office. I had wanted to clear my head as the thought of Marcus being anywhere near Alina was driving my wolf crazy. I tried to ignore the nobles who moved about in pairs and talked with their voices lowered and heads close together. If they thought no one else could hear what they were saying, they were vastly mistaken."Did you see it? She cast a shield, Stronger than the kings!” one said as he shaped a circle in the air with his fingers.“Yes, it was silver light, I saw it,” another answered. He kept his eyes on the floor as they walked.“No, it's bad. It has to be magic from the shadows,” a third whispered as he drew his shoulders in.“But it isn't darkness. I think it's more likely a miracle; she was brought here by our king to save us. That's why some of them call her saviour," the first said as he tried to smile and failed.“It's more likely to be dangerous. Whoever heard of a wolfless omega being granted magic like that?"

The horns sounded three times, and the last one held long enough that I knew it wasn’t a drill. I pulled my jacket on quickly, the fabric catching against the gauze on my hands, and Nolan caught my sleeve before I could force it through.“You should still be resting,” he said, his voice steady but firm as his eyes moved to my bandages.“I can’t stay here when that alarm is sounding,” I told him, pulling harder until the sleeve slipped into place.He didn’t argue. He pushed my boots toward me with his foot and bent to check the comm at his collar. “Put them on and keep close to me,” he said.I sat and worked at the laces, but my fingers felt clumsy, and the knots wouldn’t hold the first time. I tugged harder until the leather bit into place. That was when I felt it, faint and cold, a thin pull against my wrist that stopped me in my tracks, the same pull I had once known too well.“He’s here." My wolf said as her head lifted sharply. "He still thinks he owns us. He never let go, and he’