All Chapters of The Rejected Omega is the Lycan King's Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THERON POVAfter Lyra leaves the throne room, I can’t stop thinking about her.There’s something intriguing about this she-wolf, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I noticed it the moment I first found her in the forest while I was out on my nightly run. I had no idea who she was, and I was ready to eliminate her as a possible threat for lurking too close to our borders. But the second my wolf locked eyes with her, he stirred, and I couldn’t let it go. That had never happened before.Not after the passing of our first mate.And it killed me not knowing why he reacted so strongly to this wolfless stranger.As I’m staring blankly out the window, absorbed in thought, I hear the doors open. The sound pulls me out of my head immediately. I square my shoulders and revert to a neutral expression before turning around, but relax again when I realize it’s just my Beta.“My King.” He greets me with a bow of his head, as respectful as always. “How did it go?”It takes me a moment to answer,

LYRA POVThe next morning, I try not to let my hands tremble as I stand at the entrance of the Throne Room. This place feels even bigger than it did yesterday. Theron is already there, seated on his throne, waiting.My breath catches. Even from this distance, his presence is overwhelming. I have to force my feet forward along the red carpet. It isn’t until his contradictively cold amber eyes lock on me that I actually freeze. His penetrating gaze sends goosebumps all across my skin as if I’ve been struck by the harshest icy winds.His eyes narrow when I halt before a stern command follows, “Come closer.”I swallow and obey, lowering my head the second I reach the foot of the dais. “My King.”His gaze lock onto mine, sharp and assessing. It feels as though he’s trying to peel me apart and see what’s underneath. I have the strange, unsettling feeling that nothing about me is hidden from him.“You’re late,” he states scoldingly, and my stomach drops immediately.“I’m sorry, my King. I di

THERON POVThe second I walked back into my office to find Lyra holding the statue that belonged to my late fated mate, I lost it.As small and insignificant as the object may seem, it carries deep emotional value. It was a very special gift I had given Alma many years ago for her last birthday before she passed. The statue was sculpted to reflect her wolf form in detail. I treasure it more than any other physical reminder I have left of her.And when I realized Lyra almost dropped it and caused it to shatter into a million pieces… All reason left me.Yet as enraged as I was at the time, I didn’t mean to scare her to the point of fainting.As soon as she blacked out on the floor of my office, I snapped back to my senses. I lowered myself beside her, hesitantly touching my index and middle finger to the side of her neck. When I confirmed that she was breathing, an inexplicable jolt of relief rushed through me.I couldn’t understand my emotions. I had no idea why I felt so thankful that

LYRA POVThe walk to the Throne Room feels even more intimidating this time. I feel like a lamb headed to slaughter as I advance along the red carpet leading towards the hall where my fate will be decided. Every step is loud against the floor, echoing back at me like a countdown. I keep my hands clasped tightly in front of me, my fingers twisted together in an attempt to stop them from shaking.As I pass the guards stationed along the corridors, the tension thickens. They don’t speak, but I feel the weight of their attention on me. Their eyes follow me as I pass, watchful and judging. As if they’re wondering why someone like me is walking these halls at all. I lower my head and keep moving.By the time I finally reach the massive doors, my chest feels tight again. Breathe, I remind myself. When the guards push the doors open, I swallow hard and force myself to walk inside.My eyes dart straight to the throne, but Theron is not there. He’s standing by the tall window, his broad silhouet

LYRA POVMy blood runs cold.Who is this woman? Obviously, she’s not an Omega. Everything about her, from her appearance to her aura, screams that she’s higher-ranking. Perhaps even a member of the Royal Court. So what is she doing here?And more importantly, why is someone like her targeting me?It makes sense for the other servants to feel some type of way about me. We’re technically at the same level, yet in their eyes, I’m receiving special treatment. But the woman in front of me is clearly above me in our society’s hierarchy. Why would she act like I am competition?Whatever her reasons, I don’t appreciate her tone. Normally, I don’t mind being talked down to. I’m good at bowing my head and ignoring insults. But this time, I don’t want to. I know my wolf agrees, because even in hibernation, a brief, muffled growl comes out of her. Though faint and short, it gives me enough strength to keep my head high.“What’s your name?” she demands“Lyra,” I reply quick, without flinching.“Ly