บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Several people screamed. I slapped both hands over my mouth to keep from making a sound, biting down on my own palm so hard I tasted blood. My heart was beating so fast against my sore ribs that I thought my chest was going to split open. Panic. Blind, total, animal panic. My body got hot fast. I started sweating, burning from the inside out even with the freezing wind. My stomach cramped hard. No. No, no, no. The pills. My body was eating through them because of how scared I was. I could feel the wall they built in my blood starting to break. The bitter taste in my mouth was fading fast, replaced by something sweet. Something very heavy. Vanilla. Crushed orchids. And warm honey. My real scent. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and curled into a tight ball in the snow, pushing my face into my knees. Please, Goddess, no. Hide it. Keep it in. The scent poured out of me, a scared, desperate signal from an Omega whose pack Alpha had just been killed. I couldn't stop it any more t

I was not given food or water.A few hours after Cillian left me in the dark, the iron door shrieked open again. Two massive Beta guards dragged me out by the chains, my bare feet scraping against the freezing stone. The sudden influx of torchlight felt like daggers in my eyes. My head was pounding with a sickening, rhythmic thud.The suppressant withdrawal was fully setting in.Every nerve in my body felt stripped bare and rubbed with salt. My skin stretched too tight, flushing with unnatural, rolling waves of heat that made my teeth chatter. Deep in my lower abdomen, a dull, terrifying ache coiled tight. The pre-heat. My body, starved of the toxic chemicals that kept it dormant, frantically tried to wake up the Omega inside me.If it hit full force while I was surrounded by a castle full of enemy soldiers, I wouldn't survive the night.The guards dragged me up three flights of stairs and threw me through a heavy wooden door. I hit a wet, greasy cobblestone floor, sliding slightly in

I didn't know if I was dying, but the world burned down around me.The castle became a dizzy, spinning blur of grey stone and flickering torchlight. I was held tight against a chest so broad and hard it felt like being pressed against a boulder. The heat coming off Cillian's body felt like pure heaven.I hated myself for it. My mind screamed to fight, to pull away, to claw at his eyes. He was the enemy. He killed my pack and chained me in the dark.My inner wolf got lost in his smell. Dark pine, rain, and the heavy, rich scent of a powerful Alpha took over my brain. Every time my bruised cheek rubbed against his dark shirt, a small, sad, high-pitched whine came out of the back of my throat."Clear the hall!" Cillian roared.The sound shook straight into my skull, so loud and angry that I flinched, burying my face into the side of his neck without thinking.I heard the panicked scramble of boots on stone. Guards, servants, and fighters threw themselves against the walls to get out of h

The solid rock cracked under his fist, sending a shower of dust to the floor. The force of it snapped something back into place inside my head. Raw, pure fear cut through the fever haze. I pulled my hand back, pressing it tightly against my chest. What am I doing? I thought, panic cutting through the heat. He's the enemy. He called me a freak. He threw me in the cages. I forced myself to sit up, my bruised ribs screaming in pain. I grabbed the edge of a thick, dark fur blanket that had fallen from the bed and dragged it around my shaking shoulders. I crawled backward, scraping my bare knees against the floor until my back hit the solid wood of his heavy desk. I was trapped in a corner. And I was waking up. Cillian slowly turned his head to look at me. His eyes were mostly silver now, cold and sharp, but the gold still bled around the edges. He took a slow, deep breath, forcing the Lycan back down into the dark. "I made a promise," Cillian said, his voice dropping to that te

[Cillian's POV]The obsidian throne felt like a bed of nails.I sat at the head of the Great Hall, my jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. The massive room was built from dark, freezing stone, lit by iron chandeliers holding hundreds of roaring torches. Usually, the heat in this room was comforting. Tonight, it felt like sitting inside an oven.Below me, the twelve members of the Council of Elders were shouting. Their heavy boots stomped on the stone floor, their voices echoing off the high ceilings as they argued and bared their teeth at one another like mad dogs.I wasn't listening to a single word they said.My mind was trapped hundreds of feet above us, locked inside the East Tower.My inner Lycan was pacing furiously inside my chest, scratching at the back of my skull. It wanted to rip the heavy wooden doors of the Great Hall off their iron hinges, run up those spiral stairs, and tear apart anyone who even looked at my mate.Mate.The word echoed in my head, raw and terrifying. Fo