Todos os capítulos de The Lycan King's Omega : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Logan didn't move. Silas laid on the bed with his bathroom robe. Logan had not noticed when he ditched the towel for the bathrobe.“I said you should join me in bed.” Silas repeated himself.“I am still studying the map,” Logan lied as he knew what would happen when he joined Silas in the bed.Silas got up from the bed and moved closer to Logan. “Stop resisting what you want.” He whispered into his ears.“I can see the way your body reacts whenever I touch you. Stop trying to resist it. You already know that you're mine.”Those words that were whispered into his ears did something to him. It was as if the King's raspy voice had broken all the barriers that were helping him to resist.Silas came closer, wrapping his hand around Logan's waist. Logan's back was pressed against the king's hardened dick. Logan kept looking at the map like he was decoding something, whereas he knew he melted to Silas' touch.Silas' hand slipped from Logan's waist and moved forwards to his groin region. He f

The evening inside Silas’ palace followed a pattern that no one questioned. When the sun dipped low and the last of the work was done, the omegas were gathered into the main hall. It was a wide room with smooth stone floors and long benches arranged in neat rows. Soft lamps were lit along the walls, their glow steady and warm, not too bright, not too dim. Everything about the place was controlled. Even the light felt measured.No one ran. No one raised their voice. They were expected to settle. Some sat with small boards and played quiet games. Others stitched or folded cloth. A few simply talked in low voices, careful not to draw attention. The guards stood by the doors, watching without speaking. It was a predictable routine that was safe on the surface. Logan sat among them. He kept his posture relaxed, his movements slow, like the others. He leaned against one of the benches, one leg folded under him, the other stretched slightly forward. From a distance, there was nothing about

Morning arrived the way it always did inside Silas’ palace; quiet, orderly, controlled, but something beneath that order had shifted. Logan felt it the moment he stepped into the main hall. The structure of the place remained intact: omegas were already gathered, some folding cloth, others arranging trays, a few seated in their usual positions with small tasks meant to occupy their hands and keep them still. Yet the rhythm was off. Movements were sharper, quicker than necessary. Conversations that were usually low but present, had thinned into near silence. Logan slowed his steps just enough to observe without drawing attention. Across the room, two omegas worked side by side, folding fabric with mechanical precision, their hands moving faster than the task required. One of them dropped a piece, and the sound it made against the floor was soft and barely there, but still made him flinch. Not a small reaction, not one easily hidden. It was immediate and instinctive, and that al

The moment Drake called him interesting, something shifted in the room that caused the atmosphere to be tense, almost like the omegas knew that they were about to fight. Logan remained where he stood, his gaze locked on Drake’s, his posture steady despite the weight pressing in from every direction. Around them, the other omegas stayed still, no one daring to move, no one willing to draw attention. Drake didn’t step away. Instead, he let the silence linger, his eyes still on Logan as though he had found something worth examining. There was no rush in him, no visible irritation, but there was intent. “You don’t behave like the others,” Drake said at last, his voice low enough that it didn’t carry far, but not so low that it could be ignored. Logan didn’t respond immediately. He knew better than to rush into words without thought, but at the same time, something inside him resisted the idea of staying quiet under that kind of scrutiny. “I wasn’t aware there was only one way to

He began to hurt as they moved to the punishment room. The pathway looked similar to the place he had been locked up in when he newly came here. He guessed they were headed to the dungeons. He was thrown carelessly on the floor and yelped as he hit his ribs against the pole.Monty had followed them all the way there, still crying and pleading that Trady should be set free, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. About four other omegas who were interested in watching the scene followed, although none of them were interested in begging or pleading for Logan. They only wanted to see how the event would unfold.Logan was made to kneel against a raised platform. One of the guards held a whip in his hand.Logan stayed kneeling against the raised platform, his hands restrained in front of him while his body tried to adjust to the position. The pain from being thrown earlier was still there, dull but constant, sitting heavily around his ribs. He could feel the eyes on him from the other omegas gath