Wolfless Omega Claimed By Prince Lycan King Novels & Stories

"I hate you. You and Marcy, both." "I, Eke Wolves," No, no. "You're rushing into a big decision. You shouldn't do this." "reject you, Mercy King as my mate. You are not fit to be by the side of an alpha. An Omega would be more fitting." He was holding his chest as he held to his car for support. But his face still held so much anger. Was I so horrible that someone who had only met me for the first time rejected me as his mate? I did not want to give this were the satisfaction of seeing me cry, or fall in pain. I was in excruciating pain.

Tala felt like a heavy pressure just forced itself upon her, Lilith stood glaring at her but she didn't move. "It would have united our kingdoms..." "It, makes sense" Tala said. "Oh well it can't be helped then, I'll just have to kill you" "What!?" Lilith laughed "Joking, this is brilliant actually, I never thought the prince would fall for a pup" "I'm not a pup!" "You're an Omega" "But, wait, how did you know that?"

Truly, he would need to perform the moonwalk rites with his Luna, as they would both transform into wolves ready to explore the gifts of the woods, the prey they would feed upon. "Your highness, you seem far away" Jake said as Caspian jerked from his thoughts. "No, I'm fine. You can leave, I'll sort myself out" he said waving Jake off as he bounced back on the bed. The moment the door was shut, Caspian gave a heavy sigh as he turned on his bed facing the wall. He couldn't just bring himself to the requirements and responsibilities of being a Lycan King, he was stressed up. The demands that came with his kingship was a complex one, one that could drain the mental strength of an ordinary human

All she did was work and work as an omega. “You don’t?” Selda kicked her and she fell. She rose back up and bowed. “Yes, Your Highness. I was not privileged -” “Keep that filthy mouth shut. Tell me, is that Lycan Beast back?” She asked her. Nyx’s eyes darted in their sockets. “Who is it you are talking about, Your Highness?” She asked softly. “The beast... The one who followed us from my realm.” She clarified. Not out realm. Nyx noticed. She still was not counted as one of them. Just an omega. A slave. That was what she was.

In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.”

"No, your imminence. I mean, he has his eyes set on another." "Who?" Constance asked. "A wolfless omega. She’s weak and feeble and worst of all, she's barren. If someone doesn't intervene, I'm afraid the king will put in a request to marry her." "We can't have that! An omega she-wolf as the lycan queen of all lycan queens? People would take the Lycania kingdom for a joke. I cannot let this happen," Constance hissed. "Thank you for telling me, Dr. Peterson. I will be there in a few days to rectify this."

"Please, you cannot kill Prince Nicholas. The entire village will face repercussions. Release him, please! He is of the Lycan king's bloodline. A great disaster will befall all of you if he dies here!" My eyes, still blazing red with anger, growled menacingly while maintaining my grip on Nicholas. "I want him to die!" I declared, my voice echoing the depth of my rage and the transformation I had undergone - no longer the timid omega, but a formidable force driven by a torrent of emotions.

Algernon cautioned, and she responded with a solemn nod, fully attentive. "Thousands of years ago, Lycans were known as werewolves. They could only shift into their wolf form under the full moon. However, Lycaon, the great and mighty Lycan King, became the first werewolf to shift into his wolf form under the sun, without needing a full moon. This granted him greater power, strength, and agility than any other werewolf. He used this newfound power to lead his kind to victory and free them from enslavement during the Full Moon Liberation.

Always supporting her and having her back. “Cousin, your woman has a lot of dormant stuff going on. She has moves of a skilled fighter.” Chelsea tells me as we watch Ledisi get her ass kicked by my mate. “I think I need to find out more about her background. There is no way she was an omega. She has a freaking lycan within her. So, how did her parents end up with her?” I speak out loud to both Ryne and Chelsea. “You thinking they aren’t really her family?” Ryne adds reading my mind as always.

he snarled, all pretense of charm evaporating in the matter of an instant. “Don’t you ever dare touch me again,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. If my wolf had been awake, I would have torn his throat out with my teeth. “Don’t speak to me, don’t look at me, don’t even breathe in my direction. I am the future Princess of the Lycan Kingdom, and you will treat me as such.”