The Lycan King's Cursed Omega Novels & Stories

I don't like two-faced people. As I quietly descended the stairs, I heard small voices behind the kitchen. I walked slowly towards the kitchen listening to the conversation. "Celeria is the most beautiful omega and is still a holy virgin. I'm sure that King Alpha Lucan wants her as the next Queen. Even though all her family loves the Queen very much, she is still an ordinary human. Her child is not even worthy of being the successor to the Lycan throne." "Yes, you're right. This is the land of the Wolverse that should be ruled by true Werewolves or Lycans. King Alpha Lucan is probably thinking about this."

The Lycan King walked slowly until he stopped to look over my shoulder at the painting. “You’re the last descendant of Queen Serene, the moon goddess.” He said, he was so close and I realized he was leaning down to my ear. I felt his warm breath fan my neck. “That’s not all. You’re the greatest and most powerful wolf to exist, Lorenza. You are the Lycanis Prime.”

Thea has awaken the King of lycans and she had no idea about it. But the King of lycans saw her and knew that she was the one to break his curse. Thea broke his curse with her blood. The king of lycans got everything he wanted and this time his eyes were on the little beauty who set him free. "Mate." Ares, the King of lycans whispered looking Thea who was running away from him. ***

Then I was saved. Not by a savior, a prince, or an alpha. I was claimed by the dangerous Lycan King. _______ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧________ “You filthy bitch,” one of the warriors spat, his words sharp and venomous as I accidentally stepped on his foot. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. I winced, but stayed silent Being the lowest ranked wolf is a nightmare and a curse.

“An Omega? At the King's Banquet?” “She's just a breeder, dressed up like a Queen.” “Does she really think she belongs here?” “So this is the Omega,” Someone murmured. “The King's latest plaything.” “She won't last long.” “He will replace her soon with another.” I gritted my teeth and forced my steps to remain steady. I had been called worse before, but something about tonight made the words sting sharper. Maybe because, deep down, I feared they were right. From the far end of the room, seated upon a throne-like chair at the head of the table, was Lycan King Leofric, my captor.

But right now, he wanted to tear this alpha apart. “No…no… I did not mean it like that. It’s just that, Branka is…. She’s the lowest here. I mean, the lowest omega in the pack. She does not have a wolf either!” He sounded more excited about that like he wanted me to shake my head and say that I don’t want her because of that. “And so?” My question must have caught him off guard because his eyes widened. “You can’t have a wolfless girl as your mate Alpha King! That would be abominable!” He bellowed as he paced the office over and over again.

“Sorry, Alpha Marcus, but Agatha doesn’t even have a wolf yet. She’s too weak to be a proper omega, let alone a lycan.” Marcus’s smirk remained, carved into his face like stone. “Are you sure about that?” His voice carried weight, a dangerous authority that pulled the crowd closer. The air shifted; murmurs died down as his words demanded silence. “Because she has the scent of a lycan. Don’t question me on this. I am a descendant of the Lycan King. My family is not fully lycan, but we know one when we see one. It’s in our blood.”

The knife glinted evilly in the dark night, "Is none of your fucking business." "Your presence is my business," I gritted out. I hoped to engage him in a conversation before I could figure out how I'd outrun him. "It isn't." he smiled smugly, "What might be your business though, is that you're a powerless omega who will die now." He placed his feet on my back and pushed me down. "And then I can go do what I'm here for." His sick grin widened, "Want to know why I'm here? I'm here for your damned Lycan king. I'd stop at nothing until he stops breat-"

Minutes stretch into hours, the day slowly, painfully bleeds away into night. Kahn returns first… with Eli. There is still no noticeable difference in the man. “Are you sure it worked?” I ask Kahn. “He doesn’t look like a Lycan.” “Sure he does. An Omega, but still a Lycan.” “Oooooh,” I sigh. “Lycans have Omegas?” Kahn chuckles and goes straight to the bar. “Of course we do. Although, so far, he’s the only one The Goddess has made.”

Her hands clasp together nervously as if she's trying to find the strength to confront the disturbing reality in front of her. "I... I've never seen anything like this," she admits, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Lycans are supposed to heal faster than werewolves. It doesn't make sense." Taking a deep breath, I reveal the truth that I've held close, the revelation that has become a heavy burden on my heart. "But he's not just any Lycan," I confess, my voice quivering with emotion. "He is the cursed Lycan King, the Lycan Lord of Chaos."