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

"I’m not going back, Theo. Not in two weeks, and not ever. I made a deal, and I’m staying until the job is done." Theo let out a dry, harsh laugh. He leaned against a pillar, crossing his massive arms. "You think you’re the first one to say that? Every girl who walks through these gates thinks she’s special. They think they’ll be the one to tame him, or the one to rule beside him." He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping. "But let me let you in on a secret, Omega. Most women who enter this wing don’t leave. They either disappear when the King gets bored, or they end up in the cemetery behind the mountain. We don't do 'divorce' in the Lycan Kingdom. We just do replacements."

Some time later, voices began to fill the kitchen room as the omegas made their way inside. Great. Kataleya looked over the hundreds other dishes that needed scrubbing. It would be easier if another pair of hands or two would help. She turned to see the omegas happily talking amongst themselves. “Did you hear him? He said the Lycan King is coming. Tonight!” “Oh, I want to see him.” “Me too!” “Did he say if he had a mate?” “I don’t think so. He hasn’t found his mate yet,” “You know what that means?”

“Apparently, there's an old curse that affects every Lycan King. If he does not find a mate before his thirtieth birthday, he might lose his mind and die. The witches target the king’s mate to make this happen, and they already killed his mate thanks to a prophecy. Now, all they are doing is waiting for him to go mad so the pack can go into chaos and they'll get a chance to take advantage.” After what had happened in the forest, Anna had realised that Lyra could be the Lycan King's second chance mate, which meant as long as she was with him, the curse would not take effect. If the witches knew about her, they would do their best to get rid of her.

So each time there's a Lycan shift in the kingdom, they are burnt to death with magic or if they are lucky enough, they are dumped near the forest of doom. The brutality against Lycans is what I want to stop. No pup deserves being shunned just because his beast doesn't stand on four paws or looks like a giant dog. "You're getting rather close to the Princess. Are you sure you can kill her father?" Marcus remarks, bringing me back to the present. I frown at his words and shoot him a glare. "Why wouldn't I kill him? It has always been the plan." I catch Lyson coming from the other side of the forest that leads to the forest of doom, shirtless. Was he out there training on his own?

She cried now, more than when Sera had beat her with all sorts of objects, more than when she had lost parents she can’t even remember, more than when she had starved for weeks as a kind of punishment, even more than when Velkan kicked her in anger. She cried now because she was afraid of what the future had in store for her. **** Everyone gathered around the clearing, buzzing with excitement and questions, all eager to witness an omega who, for the first time ever, was about to be crowned The Lycan’s Luna. Velkan walked to the top of the clearing and kneeled behind the huge statue of Lyon, the first Ever Lycan King. He tried his best to not show his anger but he couldn’t help it. The start

However, the rest of the werewolf world happened to be against them, seeing them as a threat that should be eliminated, especially the Lycan king who thought that no one could defeat him. The haunting of the silver wolves began. Due to that, they sought to increase their population, thereby mating with other clans in secret. But when it came to the reign of your father, he realized that he and his sister were the last pure-blooded silver wolves. In a bid to keep to the will of his ancestors, he went about killing the crossbred silver wolves. However, one day, he returned only to meet his sister's lifeless body. Now, he had no other option than to let the crossbreeds live. However, he had wip

But the rebellion kept somehow finding out about it and, well, let’s just say omegas were getting stolen from the packs. Out of all the packs, there was one omega I really liked, but she went missing from her old pack without a trace. I had tried to search for her myself, but I came up empty as there was only so much land I was allowed on. Even though I was born a wolf and my brother was the Alpha King, I was mated with a Lycan and once we had completed the mating process; I turned into a Lycan. King Darius had taken notice of me at training. I was quicker and stronger than most, so after his Gamma had died in attack, he didn’t think twice about offering me the position. Now we are up agains

“Looking for a breeder. Can you imagine? Being chosen for that?” “I heard the same,” a third girl said, shivering. “Most don’t survive. Breeding an heir for a Lycan… it’s a death sentence.” I froze, hand hovering over a pile of ribbons. The stories of the Cursed King ran through my mind. A dangerous ruthless man whose curse was worse than any wolf’s. “They say he’s terrifying. Hideous, probably,” the first girl whispered again. A fourth voice cut in, softer. “I don’t think that’s true. My cousin works in his pack. She says he’s the most attractive man she’s ever seen. But she also said his aura is so heavy with danger people faint just being near him.”

I whispered. He nodded and replied, "Exactly, you should be at the palace." Palace? What was he referring to? Noticing my bewilderment, he sat down and pulled me onto his lap, turning my head to meet his gaze. "Do you know how long I have waited for this day, mate? Your place is with me in my palace, which is now yours. I am the lycan king." My eyes widened in disbelief. Could it be true? Was he really claiming to be a lycan, and not just any lycan, but the king? Yet here I was, just an omega, literally sitting on the lap of a lycan king tightly held.

I growled to the empty room, slamming my fist onto the table. My wolf paced restlessly behind my ribs, his claws digging into my soul. He didn't care about politics. He didn't care about my reputation. He wanted her. He wanted to claim her, to mark her, and to roar to the world that she belonged to the Lycan Prince. But I couldn't. I was the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North. I was a Lycan Prince. If I accepted a weak, rejected Omega as my Luna, I would be a laughingstock. The other Alphas would see it as a sign of weakness.