All Chapters of The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Either bleed quietly… or take it outside.”BANG!I slammed the reception bell onto the counter. The waiting room went silent. A rogue threatening another patient sat back down. An old woman stopped yelling about prescription prices. Even the kid with a broken wrist stopped crying.Brie peeked around the pharmacy window, barely hiding a laugh. “You enjoy terrifying people way too much.”“They’re easier than paperwork,” I replied.The clinic was hidden beneath an abandoned warehouse in the middle of The Pit. There were no signs, no government licenses, and no records. It was just cracked concrete and buzzing lights for the people nobody else wanted: runaway omegas, shot rogues, and humans caught in pack wars.If you could still breathe, we’d try to keep you that way. Questions were optional. Cash wasn’t.I shrugged off my leather jacket and slid behind the desk. Officially, I handled admissions, bills, and scheduling.Unofficially, I kept the waiting room from turning into a crime scen

I leaned back against the brick wall outside my place, one foot braced against a crack in the masonry. The first drag of my cigarette burned all the way down.Long day.Across the street, Matias was leaning on his bike, just watching me.Matias Locke had been my first real friend in The Pit. Six years ago, he’d mistaken me for a prostitute, flashed a roll of cash, and asked for my price. I’d taken the money and vanished.Instead of hunting me down to kill me, he spent two days tracking me through the alleys just to ask how the hell I’d managed to rob him. We’ve been friends ever since.“You’ve got company,” he called out.I frowned. A black sedan had just pulled up to the curb. Only one person in this city traveled with windows dark enough to hide an ego that size.The rear door opened and Xavier Beckett stepped out.Matias muttered, “I suddenly get why you’ve been so distracted.”I flicked my cigarette onto the pavement. “I’ll call you later.”“You’d better.” He climbed onto his bike

I never thought I’d return to this world. Yet here I was, standing before Xavier Beckett, holding a black business card that felt heavy in my fingers. “You gave me this,” I said flatly. “I did.” “So I came.” I tossed the card onto his desk. “Congrats. Your marketing strategy worked.” Xavier didn’t blink. “I never waste an invitation.” “No,” I replied. “You just waste everyone’s time.” A small, cold smile touched his lips. “I’ve been called worse.” He walked toward me slowly, closing the gap until he stood just inches away. “You said you came to prove something,” he said, voice low. “Yes.” “You’ve proven it.” He opened a thick black folder and slid a document across the desk. It stopped in front of my fingertips. CONFIDENTIAL AGREEMENT Base salary. Luxury residence. Unlimited monthly allowance. Elite medical coverage. Private security. The number of zeros made my stomach turn. It was life-changing money—enough to erase six years of struggle in a single signature. I look

(Xavier POV) Mrs. Gable didn’t bother knocking. She’d been his housekeeper since his parents passed, the only one who remembered him as a grieving little boy before he grew into the man everyone now called the “Tyrant Lycan.” She set a pot of black coffee on the counter. “You’re up earlier than usual, sir.” “I didn’t sleep,” Xavier replied. “I noticed.” She poured his coffee and spoke plainly. “The clinic delivery went through. The staff signed for everything, and Miss Holloway was informed within the hour.” Xavier didn’t turn around. “And?” “She left a diner in The Pit shortly after.” That caught his attention. Mrs. Gable studied him. “They said, she looked angry.” “She usually does,” Xavier said. “Thoughtful, too,” she added after a pause. “The dangerous kind.” Xavier finally turned. Mrs. Gable folded her hands. “The kind of thoughtful that usually ends with someone losing money or blood.” A small smile touched the corner of his mouth. “Then she hasn’t chan

The handle slipped from my fingers. Xavier didn't move. He just watched me with a cold, certain smile, as if he knew I’d choose the cage over the door.“Don't you want to hear the revised terms first?” he asked. His voice made my skin prickle.I hated him, but that was the problem. I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him down. I kissed him with six years of anger, biting his lip until I tasted blood. Instead of stopping, I licked it away and kissed him again.He groaned. He gripped my waist but let me push him back until he hit his mahogany desk. I pulled away just enough to breathe.“You want to own the ruined Omega?” I tightened my grip on his shirt. “Fine. Say it.”His violet eyes went dark. “Ravenna—”“Say it.” I bit his lip again.His amusement vanished, replaced by something darker. “You're the discarded one,” he whispered. “The Holloway they threw away. The Omega who danced for cash just to eat. The girl the Council rejected, who still crawled onto