All Chapters of The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Xavier had not spoken in several minutes. He stood with his back to me, one hand braced on the edge of the desk, head slightly bowed. The bond between us was a tight, vibrating wire—anger, fear, and something darker that had no clean name.When he finally turned, his eyes were almost black."On your knees."The order was quiet. Absolute.I went down.The carpet was soft under my shins. I kept my spine straight because the alternative felt like surrendering more than I was willing to give. Xavier walked toward me slowly, stopping close enough that I had to tip my head back to meet his gaze. His fingers found the Gleipnir and closed around it, not tight enough to choke, just enough to remind me it was there."Start from the beginning," he said. "Every detail. Who knocked. What the attendant looked like. Exactly what he said. Do not leave anything out."I told him.The young man in winter-blue. The silver tray. The way he had set it down without waiting for permission. The vague answer w

For an hour, the only sounds were turning pages and the low hum of the data drive.Xavier sat at the far end of the table, managing security shifts and secure lines. He barely spoke, but I could feel his attention on me through the bond. Ciel stayed close to the surface, alert to every flicker of anger and every uncomfortable realization.The raw files were worse than the summaries. Shell companies concealed transfers to the North, each payment timed to coincide with council votes.For eighteen months, Kane had used three border territories as leverage. He had covered his tracks with a trail of what his records called "inconvenient claims." Witnesses who vanished, fell ill, or were silenced before they could testify before the council.My name appeared once, in a marginal note dated six years ago.Holloway Omega. Disowned. Useful bloodline. Monitor for reclamation potential.I read it again, searching for some other meaning. There wasn't one.Ciel's voice dropped to a whisper. They we

They emerged from the breach in waves—some still human, others shifting into fast, violent beasts. The sealed wing had become a slaughterhouse, smelling of blood, burnt fur, and active silver.Xavier fought with instinctive precision. I felt his movements a fraction of a second before they happened. We moved as one body with two sets of teeth, covering each other's blind spots with brutal efficiency. Scott guarded the rear, killing cleanly despite my lingering distrust of him. "Keep pushing!" he shouted. "You're drifting too far north!""Then get us south!" Xavier spat, his arm smoking from a silver net's graze.We pushed toward the foundation tunnels, aiming for the secondary seals. The plan was simple: keep moving and disappear.It almost worked.A small figure emerged from the collapsed junction, wielding a dark blade. I saw the glint too late. A single cut opened across my ribs, followed by a searing fire—the blade was treated to burn. My breath left me in a broken gasp. Ciel

I woke up to his voice. This wasn't the soft, private tone he used against my collar. This was his other voice—flat, controlled, and non-negotiable."...tell them the answer is no."I opened my eyes slowly. I wasn't in the chamber anymore. I saw a clean white ceiling and soft light. The room smelled of antiseptic and old magic. This was a private medical suite, not the palace. My body felt heavy and slow under the bandages, but the Gleipnir collar was still warm against my throat.Xavier stood by the foot of the bed with his back to me. Atticus and Kaelen were facing him. Both looked like they hadn't slept.Atticus spoke first, his voice cautious. "The Crown isn't asking, Xavier. They are informing you. The leak was contained, but the cost was high. Kane is finished, and the Silverskiöld holdings are being reviewed. In exchange, the Crown wants this handled quietly. No more public displays. No more formal recognition. They want distance.""The

The note was a single sheet of heavy, cream paper held shut by a black wax seal. There were no threats or fancy flourishes—just a time and a room in the east wing. The invitation implied that my attendance wasn't optional.Xavier read the note and folded it. "You're coming with me."I was already dressed in the dark clothes Kaelen had brought. The high collar and long sleeves hid my bandages and bruises, though I had stopped trying to hide the Gleipnir around my neck."I figured I was," I said.He paused, then nodded. "Answer them if they speak, but don't volunteer any information. Don't let them bait you into giving away something they can use against us.""I'm not a child, Xavier.""No," he replied. "You're a liability they're trying to manage. Act like it."I bit back a sarcastic reply and followed him out.***The room was dark, windowless, and paneled in wood. A single long table sat in the center. King Nikolai sat at the end with Queen Althea to his right. Her silver hair was pe