The Lycan King's Omega Mate
My claws tore into his side, drawing blood, and he howled in pain.
For a moment, it felt like I had the upper hand. Blow after blow, I drove him back, my movements fueled by raw determination. Every strike landed with precision, every step forward a reminder that I was more than he had ever expected me to be.
“You were wrong,” I said through gritted teeth, slamming him into the ground. “About me. About them. You ruled with fear because you were too weak to inspire loyalty.”
His laughter was ragged, but it didn’t falter. “And you think you’re any better? You think they’ll stay loyal when you’re nothing but a shadow of what you’re meant to be. You’re a Lycan wolf Lucas, the best of us. ”