The Lycan King's Cursed Omega Novels & Stories

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 closer her eyes and she could feel herself getting into a deep slumber Suddenly a question left her mouth. "Grandma, what was the name of the King of lycans?" She asked. In the whole story, the only person who intrigued her was the King of lycans. Grandma looked at Thea shocked before she answered her question. "Ares." ***

Your love, Otsana. I stared at the screen, disbelief and anger flooding my veins. “You’re a monster,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Call me whatever you want, my queen. But this is for the best.” He snapped the phone’s back open, removed the SIM card, and broke it in half. Before I could stop him, he placed the pieces in his mouth and swallowed them. “You’re insane,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Watch your tongue, Otsana. I am the Lycan King. I rule over all the packs in this kingdom. You will show me respect.”

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.

“I’ll let you get your rest. Please try to get some sleep, Alpha Kendra.” “Get out,” Kendra rolled her eyes in an equally playful manner. “I’ll see you soon,” he said before he left. Once again, Kendra was alone. The adrenaline from having Derek there, and everything that followed, was wearing off. The reality of her situation was settling in again, causing panic to rise up. She had no idea what she was going to do, especially with the King coming in just a few short hours. She had heard of the Lycan King, a wolf who’s bloodline had been granted wolves by the Goddess herself, not through the lycanthropy virus, was a fair ruler, though cold. However, he was not one to be messed with, and he h

I said as my final order but my Beta came forward and whispered some news in my ear. My eyes widened to hear his news. He told me that Lycan King Killan is coming and he will chose one Omega to be his maid slave. The Lycan King was more stronger than any Alpha and they don't show mercy at all when you betrayed them. This execution thing was against his rule so I immediately ordered everyone to get back to their respective houses and I decided to let go of Edda. " The Lycan King is coming. No one will ever tell what happened today, understand? You're lucky because he will show no mercy if he will find out about this!", I warned her to keep her mouth sealed.

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-"