All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

[Elian’s POV]I was burning alive, and the fire smelled like vanilla.I thrashed underneath the heavy wolf-fur blankets, my skin slick with a cold, terrifying sweat. The embers in the fireplace had died down to a dull orange glow, but the heat inside the locked room was absolutely unbearable. It wasn't a sickness fever anymore. The toxic pills I had swallowed for nineteen years were completely gone, and my body was violently making up for lost time.My first Omega Heat was tearing through my veins like liquid fire.Every single nerve ending in my body felt exposed, raw, and super-sensitive. The silk sheets underneath me felt like sandpaper against my shivering skin. My breathing came in short, weak, jagged gasps. My chest heaved, and with every breath I took, the heavy, devastatingly sweet scent of crushed orchids and vanilla grew stronger, thicker, coating the back of my throat.It was my scent. I was a pure, unmated Omega, and my biology was screaming into the dark, demanding an Alp

[Elian’s POV]The fire was eating me alive.I couldn't see the stone walls of the tower anymore. My vision was completely swallowed by a blinding, terrifying white light. The pain in my veins was so intense that my back arched off the hard floor, my muscles locking up in a violent, seizing spasm. I couldn't even scream anymore; my throat was raw, producing only broken, pathetic gasps.The suffocatingly sweet scent of vanilla and orchids was so thick in the room it felt heavy in my lungs. My unbonded Omega biology was panicking, turning my blood to boiling water to force me to find a mate.If my body temperature didn't drop in the next few minutes, my heart was going to explode."Forgive me," a deep, rough voice broke through the ringing in my ears.A shadow fell over me. Before I could process what was happening, massive, muscular arms slid under my seizing body.Cillian didn't hesitate. He lifted me off the cold stone floor, pulling my burning, thrashing body flush against his chest.

[Elian’s POV]I stood frozen at the window, my breath fogging up the cold glass.Down in the grand courtyard, the sun shone brightly on the shiny armor of the guards and the gold trim of the carriage. But the only thing I could look at was the beautiful Alpha Princess in the red dress, and the massive King standing on the steps.When she threw her arms around Cillian’s neck, he did not push her away.He didn't grab her wrists and throw her to the ground like he did to the rogues. He stood there and let her touch him. He let her press her cheek against his chest. The same chest I had cried on just a few hours ago.A sickening, twisting pain erupted in my stomach. It was worse than the kick of any guard. It was the crushing weight of reality.I remembered his deep voice in the dark, freezing washroom. I want your heart, Elian. Not just your heat.It was a lie. It was all a beautiful, perfectly crafted lie to keep me quiet.He didn't want my heart. He wanted a perfect, pureblood Alpha Qu

[Cillian’s POV]The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall slammed shut behind me with a deafening BOOM.I didn't care what Elder Silas was screaming from the other side of the wood. I didn't care about the gasps of the allied lords, or the look on Princess Selene’s beautiful, toxic face.Right now, I was not a King playing a political game. I was a mate in absolute, blinding agony.I took the stone steps of the grand staircase three at a time. My massive boots slammed against the stone, echoing through the empty, torch-lit corridors. With every step I took, the mate bond pulled tighter, sending fresh waves of sharp, stabbing hunger and hot, bitter betrayal directly into my chest.He hates me.The emotion was so strong, so pure, it literally made my vision swim. My inner Lycan howled, clawing desperately at the inside of my ribs. It didn't understand politics. It only understood that our Omega was starving, crying, and completely heartbroken."Out of my way!" I roared at the two heavily ar

[Elian’s POV]The silence in the East Tower was driving me insane.It had been twenty-four hours since Cillian ran out the door. Twenty-four hours since the Warlord King dropped to his knees, ate dirt off the floor, and promised me I was his soul.I sat on the thick rug by the window, pulling a soft, heavy wool blanket tightly around my shoulders. Outside, the sky was completely dark. A fierce, freezing snowstorm was howling against the thick glass, turning the mountains into a blur of white and gray.Every time the wind howled, I flinched, hoping it was the sound of horses returning to the courtyard. But the gates stayed shut.My mind was a chaotic mess. I kept tracing the shape of my ruined scent gland with my fingertips. I wanted to believe him. The memory of his massive arms holding me in the freezing water, the way his voice shook when he swore he would protect me it felt so real. My inner Omega purred every time I thought about it.But the dark, terrified part of my brain—the pa