All Chapters of The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I lay still for a moment, sinking into a mattress so soft I almost forgot where I was. Then my body reminded me.Every muscle ached. My thighs were sore, my shoulders felt heavy, and my skin was tender. The events of last night were impossible to ignore.Xavier had been clear: I wasn’t signing a single thing until he was finished with me. The contract was still sitting on the desk across the room, unsigned. Apparently, he wasn’t finished yet.The bedroom door opened without a knock. Mrs. Gable walked in with a stack of expensive, new clothes. She didn’t blink when she saw me in bed.“Good morning, Miss Holloway. Breakfast is ready. I’ve picked something out for you.”I pulled the sheet higher. “Where’s Xavier?”“In his office with his lawyer.”I checked the clock. “Still?”“He’s been on the call for nearly forty minutes,” she replied.The corner of my mouth twitched. Mrs. Gable remained composed, but he

I stared at him. “That’s insulting, Xavier,” I hissed, though the heat gathering low in my belly already betrayed me.Don’t let him win, Rave, Ciel whispered.“It’s called a negotiation, sweetheart,” Xavier said with a smirk. “Yeah. My wolf knows your wolf wants to run.”I narrowed my eyes at him.He leaned in. “You want my resources. I want you walking into that forest tonight with my come still on you. We both get what we want. ”I wanted to slap the smug look off his face. Instead, my body leaned toward him like a traitor.“You really get off on this control thing, don’t you?”“Absolutely.”Without warning, he hooked two fingers into the collar of my sweater and hauled me across the seat until I was straddling his lap.And Ciel went very quiet.Xavier didn’t just kiss me. This asshol

“Don’t try to be a hero tonight, or I’ll make you beg until your throat is dry,” Xavier whispered.He had this deep voice that could either make my knees buckle or make me want to punch him in the throat.He gripped my waist firmly and dragged me into the dark, oppressive forest. I felt the emerald silk of my dress rub against my bare skin. He had forced me to come here without wearing any underwear.A hungry roar echoed in the distance, instantly killing the aristocratic politeness of the crowd.I didn’t care about the traditions.My eyes were on the four women ahead: three Omegas and one confused human, lined up like sheep ready for slaughter.The smell of their fear was sweet, drawing in the Alphas who were already transforming into beasts.“This isn’t a tradition—it’s legal torture!” Ciel shouted inside my head.I agreed. When an old, silver-haired Alpha started targeting the human girl, I felt sick. The guards just stepped back into the shadows, leaving the prey alone. Cowards.X

Wear it, Ciel whispered in my head.I hesitated.Or don’t, Ciel added. But decide now. Something is wrong out there.Then, a woman’s scream pierced the night. It was sharp and terrified. It lasted only two seconds before cutting off abruptly.That was enough for me. I opened the box.The choker lay on dark velvet like a piece of high-society jewelry. But I knew what it actually was: a pureblood claim mark.Do it, Ciel whispered.I lifted the choker, locked it around my throat, and clicked it shut.The bond snapped tight.I gasped.Suddenly, Xavier was there.Not in front of me, but somewhere inside the edges of my awareness. I could feel his direction, his distance, even the rhythm of his breathing.Then pain ripped through me.I doubled over.He’s hurt, Ciel whispered.Another pulse of pain hit me through the bond, followed by a sense of intense focus.He can feel us now, Ciel said. And every wolf who sees that mark will know you belong to him.It didn’t really feel like I was safe;

The moment the car’s rear doors opened, my two night-shift nurses were already waiting.They didn’t ask why there was a half-dead man inside the car. They immediately moved into action, bringing out a stretcher and carrying Xavier through the reinforced steel entrance, almost running.I followed them closely.My emerald gown clung to my ankles, dragging across the floor stained with drying blood.Around my neck, the black choker felt tighter than ever, pulsing in sync with my erratic heartbeat.Kaelen was waiting in the hallway.He stood with the help of a cane, a leftover from his recent treatment here. His face was still paper-pale, but he could finally hold himself upright.The moment the stretcher passed him, Kaelen froze.His breath caught.I watched his normally calm hazel irises flash pure gold for a fraction of a second.“Fuck,” he whispered. “It’s him.”Then his gaze shifted to me.The little color that had just returned to his face vanished instantly, leaving him frighteningl