The Lycan King's Cursed Omega の小説・ストーリー

Ariel screamed in panic, not wanting her mother to die. Luckily unlike the tri sisters, the old werewolf queen had never used dark magic to keep herself young. Instead her long life was linked to that of her mate and husband the old Werewolf King Lucas. So after being drained of her powers, Stacy continued standing there and looking the same but with no more magic. Her mate Lucas immediately rushed and held her while also looking helplessly upwards at his daughter in trouble. He immediately wished the Lycans had not been put to sleep, for they would have been a lot of help when it came to flying beings.

No werewolf crossed into the Lycan Kingdom and came back. It was said to be cursed. That the air itself twisted your mind if you stayed too long. That the wolves there had claws like blades and drank blood like wine. It was where the mad King lived—the beast with a crown. A man born of war and raised on the howls of his enemies. I had heard rumors that he didn’t shift like the rest of us—that he became something else entirely. Something ancient. Something wrong. My pulse roared in my ears. And now… I was here?

My inner wolf, the Omega I kept locked away in the dark, starved and beaten into submission, whimpered and pressed itself flat against the walls of my mind. I risked a fraction of a glance through my messy, overgrown bangs. Cillian Vane. The Lycan King. He was a nightmare spun from ice and shadow. Broader and taller than any Alpha I had ever seen. He stood coatless in the freezing storm, a black shirt clinging to the deadly, cut muscle of his chest and arms. His jaw was clenched, his expression empty of mercy or warmth. And Alpha Thorne, the cruel bully who had terrorized me my entire life, was kneeling right in front of him, sobbing in the bloody snow.

The silence stretched between us and I grew antsy, fully aware of every nerve writhing and curling inside of me. He didn’t mention anything as he turned around and stalked to his throne. He sat down with so much grace and poise. Yet his eyes never derailed from me, never darted elsewhere. It was the way he watched me that made me uneasy. Like I was prey under his penetrating stare. Biologically speaking, Lycan were stronger, smarter and faster than a werewolf and I was not alone with any Lycan but the king of Lycans. My throat bopped and I sought ways to rid myself of my nerves before I passed out as I felt the pain of standing still creeping into my bones.

"Where's Coda? Maybe she would know where to go." "Coda is doing her best to keep the pack house from falling into disarray. Your chaotic energy is filtering down into the rest of the pack. It's a good thing she was an omega before mating with me. It's helping to keep the bonds somewhat balanced." Most packs maintained a careful balance between omegas and dominants, ensuring the scales never tipped too far in either direction. But the kingdom pack was different. We housed the strongest, most dominant lycans in the kingdom, which meant we required more omegas to stabilize that power. Before Coda and Leora arrived, the balance had been maintained—fragile but intact. When Leora's energy had joi

And his chest rumbled with a deep growl as Evren nodded to his question. “Good,” Lachlan growled, a sense of satisfaction spreading through his nerves as he moved from where he was to stand directly behind the omega. “I will teach you,” The Lycan King declared, a sense of depravity settling in his bones as the thought of being able to corrupt Evren. The Lycan King was depraved and ruthless, but even he didn’t know how much joy it would bring him to know that this omega before him did not know about sex before he was brought to the King.

Anton asked. The man shrugged, “If she isn’t already dead, I don’t know… the only way to find her is to find a black journal, a book that can only be read through the blood of a powerful alpha,” he said. In the first few pages, I could read it the night I had touched Anton’s blood, the first time I had touched his blood. “You will have your bread… stay vigilant, something is happening,” Anton said. The man laughed, “Is the lycan king worried about me?” he asked, sounding completely shocked but hiding under false pretence.

“How the hell am I supposed to find a virgin white omega werewolf that would want to have my child? Everyone sees me as a monster and maybe I am so who in their right mind would want to share a bed with me and then give me a child? What if it doesn’t work eventually? What if I never find a compatible wolf or worse I find one, get her pregnant and then I end up passing the gene? That’s a chance I don’t want to take. If I have a child, there’s a fifty percent chance they would be Lycan and live as a monster all their life. That’s a curse no one deserves.” “There’s also a fifty percent chance that they don’t become Lycan. Aren’t you willing to take the risk? If your Lycan takes over, it’s doom

A sharp voice cut through the chaos. I looked up to see the Lycan High Priest stepping through the ranks of the armored soldiers. Behind him, the Council members followed like vultures, their long robes dragging in the black-stained snow. They didn't look at Kaden with pity. They looked at him with clinical disgust. To the Lycan Empire, a King without a wolf was a broken tool. "The King has fallen," the Priest announced, his voice booming over the courtyard. "He has committed the ultimate heresy. He has surrendered the royal blood to save a cursed Omega."

What was he doing? The water started pouring into the tub. The loud noise made me flinch. Lycan King’s eyes remained on me, observing my every move. “I am not hiding anything from you. ” I tried again. This time, in a more asserting tone. And that’s where I was wrong. Again. Omegas are not assertive. They are always submissive. He smirked, stretching his veiny neck. My eyes traced his body as I contemplated whether I should run away now or wait a little longer to make the King believe me.