The Lycan King's Cursed Omega Novels & Stories

“This isn’t something to celebrate.” A few people laughed and my chest tightened. “What do you mean?” He stepped back like my presence disgusted him. “I mean I don’t want you, Valerie.” The words immediately stabbed a hole through my heart. “I... I don’t understand,” I said quickly. “The Goddess chose...” “The Goddess made a mistake,” he cut in. “You’re an Omega and you can’t even shift. What am I supposed to do with you?” More laughter and my ears rang. “I can learn,” I said desperately. “I can try harder. I swear I’ll...”

Was the Moon Godess playing some sort of tricks with me? I was the Lycan King. I was supposed to be cold, calculated, ruthless and untouchable, even if I was to find my mate, it would be a female alpha, not this. I was not gay. And yet here I was, my pulse racing for a mere, useless Omega who was probably a spy sent to destroy me. Part of me wanted to wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze until he wasn't breathing, until I didn't have to feel this maddening pull anymore. But as he curled into a ball on my pillows, looking small and broken, another part of me wanted to tear the world apart to keep him safe.

"Between Silas Crimson and the omega that Logan is living in." "Yes," Pell said. Griffin turned around and looked at Caine. "Caine this is not just about Logan anymore. This is about the Lycan king. If Silas finds out who that omega actually is, if Logan tells him everything, we are not just dealing with a pack dispute. We are dealing with the Lycan king coming after us." Caine looked at him steadily. "I know what it means."

Shit!, a thought Flashed into me and I regained my right senses. I felt so ashamed of myself as I allowed a stranger to control my emotions. I quickly dressed and left the car angrily but he ran after me. "Hey sweet, it's too dangerous to walk alone at night as there are many Lycans looking for beautiful omegas like you," he said smiling at me. "What!" I screamed a bit surprised at how he knew I was an omega. "Oh am sorry if I shocked you, but can we?," he said as I walked back to the car. So he entered the car and kickstarted the car but I turned off the ignition.

Her hands and teeth went back to normal as she smiled, raising a brow at Serena. " You've got your wolf, " Victor stated the obvious and Maya faced him. " Of course, I have. I wasn't cursed to be wolfless, it just took a lot of time for my wolf to appear because of the beating I received as an Omega. Don't tell me you thought I was cursed, " Maya uttered, but he said nothing, fidgeting with his fingers. " That doesn't mean anything at all, you're still an Omega, " Serena pressed on, not wanting Maya to win the fight.

"You're Lycan royalty, Aurora. This is your birthright." "I'm just an Omega." "No." The word came out harsh. "You were never an Omega. Your uncle poisoned you with wolfsbane your entire life to keep your true nature suppressed." His hands moved to my shoulders. "You're a Silver Lycan. The rarest bloodline in existence. Powerful beyond measure." My head spun. This was too much. Too fast. "I don't feel powerful," I whispered. "I feel broken." "You're not broken." His voice was gentle. "You're emerging. Your wolf is finally strong enough to break through the poison. That's why the bond was activated tonight. That's why you're here."

I had left the pack house that morning determined to ignore the ghost of the fated pull dragging at my every step. Something raw and primal kept clawing at my chest, demanding I turn around and go down to the dark cells, but I ruthlessly suffocated it. I was the almighty Lycan King. I had a summit with neighboring alpha factions, and I refused to let an insignificant, broken Omega rogue disrupt my kingdom's future. Yet, the moment our convoy crossed the pack borders, a dark, suffocating foreboding settled deep into my gut.

Six fucking times. No answer. Just straight to voicemail. That cheerful automated voice telling him the person he's trying to reach is unavailable. She's ignoring him. Deliberately. And that makes his blood boil even hotter. He's the Lycan King. Alpha of alphas. Men tremble when he walks into a room. Enemies flee at the mention of his name. But one small omega girl, his supposed mate, thinks she can just walk out. Defy him. Ignore his direct orders to return home.

Although deep inside me, I wanted to forget all about this place and the horrible memories that came with it. I was just about to step out of the door when there was a knock. I opened it slightly frowning when I saw an Omega standing there looking slightly out of breath. “Ah… The Lycan King,” she said breathily. “I was asked to get the Lycan King.” Almost immediately, I felt Alpha Dale’s presence behind me. His chest pressed the back of my head as he leaned closer to take a better look at who it was. “Is there any problem, Omega?”

He paused for a heartbeat, pinning me to the sheets, savoring the way my body trembled around him. "I'm in heat," I gasped, fighting for breath. "And you… you're a fucking Lycan. Do your magic!" With every agonizing withdrawal and sudden plunge, the tension in my gut tightened. I arched my back, nails digging into his shoulders as a guttural groan ripped from my throat. "I had no idea you were this starved," he growled, the predatory rumble vibrating through my chest. He nipped my ear, his voice a dark husk. "Who knew you were such a filthy little Omega?"