The Lycan King's Unwanted Omega
There weren’t many of them, but they filled my chest with a hope that made me want to grin wildly.
“Say it again,” my wolf purred, “Don’t let it shrink, say it confidently and know what we are.”.
“Not cursed,” I whispered, and my lips trembled, so I pressed them together, then forced them open once more. “Chosen.”
A comforting warmth spread under my skin, steady and sure, as if something inside me had been waiting for those exact words.
“Now all you have to do is remember that,” my wolf said proudly. “When they spit, when they whisper poison to all who will listen, remember that we were chosen and they were not.”