The Lycan King's Cursed Omega Mga Nobela at Kwento

The place is like a castle reaching for the sky. "Welcome to your new home, breeders! The Lycan King will see you now." I've heard that name before, and based on the stories, if we omega breeders survived this long, only terrible suffering awaits us once we enter into that castle. If we don't lose our lives first.

Did we just imprint? I looked up at him and confirmed it; he had the same look as me—we were f*cking imprinted. Still in disbelief but happy at the same time, weirdly, I wanted to rush over to my mate. Right this moment, I forgot he was my tormentor. All I wanted to do was mate with him, a desire so strong that it made my knees turn jelly. He stopped me immediately with a cold expression on his face, making me freeze. "I, Aiden Steve, soon to be alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, omega Anna Fanning, as my mate and future Luna." He said it with the same cold expression on his stoic, hard face.

Everyone in this pack treated me like the Spawn of a murderer, viewing me with pure disgust. A sudden, terrifying wave of anxiety crashed into my chest. Could I actually be his Queen? Goldcrest was the royal capital. The most powerful Alphas and Lunas in the world resided there. Could the royal court ever accept a male Omega as their Queen? An Omega whose wolf was cursed, sealed away, and completely incapable of shifting?If I went with him, I wouldn't just be facing Catherine and Kane—I would be facing the judgment of the entire Lycan kingdom.

Exhaling, I placed my back against the cold wall, practicing breathing exercises to calm my raging nerves. What in heaven's name is the moon goddess up to? She gave me two mates who rejected me without having a second thought only to hand me over to the third one who had refused to reject me. From what I heard, he is the Lycan King. Why will the Lycan King accept an Omega when what he needs is a female Alpha to rule by his side. Wait! Pushing my hand forward with my head tilted to the side, I tried to speak but I couldn't piece together the puzzle in my head.

While Lycans stood so high above us they were practically untouchable. "What are you trying to say, Mom?" "Stop thinking that she is your only choice. We will find someone who can fully lift the curse." Levante's expression hardened immediately. A dangerous pressure spread through the room again. "Why can't we keep her with me? I need her!" A murmur instantly spread across the hall. Several people looked stunned. Even I froze slightly. Need. That word sounded far heavier than it should have. "You don't!" the Lycan Queen snapped. "It's forbidden for an Omega to enter the Lycan Kingdom. Also, we will find someone with a strong wolf."

Her eyes find me immediately, lips curving in a smile that promises pain. "Well, well," she says loudly enough for nearby nobles to hear. "If it isn't the omega Cassius rejected. Tell me, does the Lycan King know he's dancing with damaged goods?" Her eyes glitter with malice. "After all, what kind of wolf gets rejected by their fated mate? Unless..." The music stops. Silence falls like a blade. And in that horrible quiet, Daphne's voice carries perfectly:

Unlike my people who could only transform during a full moon, the Lycans were blessed with the ability to shift whenever they wanted. I’ve watched Rafael slip in and out of his beastly nature and it was clear that of all of them, he was the most advanced and powerful. It made sense that he was Alpha King, able to rule fairly over the wolves of the Black Mountain Pack, commanding as much respect and regard to him. It was essential for the smooth running of the pack that they accepted him as king to rule over them. It wasn’t a messy political hierarchy and things were really going well—that was until Lucien showed up.

The power pulsing from me wasn’t just fury—it was divine, ancient, something reborn from the soul of a broken woman who’d risen from her ashes. “I’m not your omega anymore,” I said through clenched teeth, voice steady, eyes blazing. “I’m the Luna of the Lycans. I’m Zane Valerian Blackhowl’s mate. I’m the mother of the future king. And I will never, ever belong to you.” Malrik stood up slowly, the echo of my slap still lingering in the air like electricity. He raised a hand to his lips, wiped the blood that had trickled from the corner, and stared at it for a second. Then… he smiled—a cold, venomous smile that made the hairs on my neck stand.

Solomon grabbed the reins of his Lycan rampaging inside of him, desperately trying to control the thrashing creature. The fuck! His Lycan wanted the Omega, so badly, which was quite shocking even for him. His kind usually paired up with another Lycan. He never heard of something like this. Sometimes Lycans had sex with other race but just for fun. Their kind tended to get violent that was why they didn’t often mate with other race because they would never be able to handle their temperamental nature.

The time stood still, stopping my heart; however, I felt the grip around my neck loosened, giving me a chance to catch my breath. I broke into a fit of cough as Alpha put some pressure before releasing me, he chuckled menacingly, “An Alpha lycan is ruling over the supernatural world, omega. Werewolf laws hold no value now.” Clutching my chest, I gaped hard for breath, his concealed threat fumed me, “So, you are flexing your friendship with lycan King to scare an omega. It seems that you are nothing without your buddy’s support, Alpha Magnus!” Alpha’s rage evaporated in thin air as I spat out his name, a look of great surprise swept across his face. His dumbstruck face flabbergasted me, I too