The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega
“You want to call me a danger, fine. You want to call me a curse, fine. But don’t sit here pretending you’d be alive if I’d done nothing.”
The room fell quiet, but they weren’t calm. They weren’t used to me speaking, and they definitely didn’t like it.
Nolan watched me, his jaw tight, and Jeremiah leaned against the table, with his arms folded, waiting to see how far I’d go.
“You all want to talk about what happened,” I said, forcing my hands open. “Then at least speak facts, not assumptions. He didn’t attack his Gamma as the King; he attacked because of the Blood Moon’s effect on the curse clawing at him from the inside. And I stopped it, because I could. Because no one else did.”