Wolfless Omega Claimed By Prince Lycan King Novels & Stories

I don't like two-faced people. As I quietly descended the stairs, I heard small voices behind the kitchen. I walked slowly towards the kitchen listening to the conversation. "Celeria is the most beautiful omega and is still a holy virgin. I'm sure that King Alpha Lucan wants her as the next Queen. Even though all her family loves the Queen very much, she is still an ordinary human. Her child is not even worthy of being the successor to the Lycan throne." "Yes, you're right. This is the land of the Wolverse that should be ruled by true Werewolves or Lycans. King Alpha Lucan is probably thinking about this."

The thought of not having an heir with the Lycan gene made me scoff out loud. Another Elder, Hector, cleared his throat. He was one of the bolder ones, though even he chose his words carefully. “With respect, Your Majesty, Lyra being wolfless does not necessarily mean she is weak. There are rumors of wolfless werewolves who have powers and resilience after being trained.” “Power and resilience?” I raised an eyebrow, my voice laced with mockery. “Rumors, right? No hint of possibilities.” “Not wasting my fucking time on her,” I growled as I banged on the table.

“This is Blood Shadow Pack. Our Prince found you in the forest. You were on the verge of death when he brought you here. You are severely malnourished, and you need to rest. I can tell that you need time to process all of this.” He rose from his seat and gracefully exited the room. As the door closed behind him, I found myself alone, and gradually, his explanation echoed in my mind. Prince? Did he really say ‘Prince’? Was he sure of what he uttered? No princes were associated with any packs except— I gasped — the Lycan Kingdom, the sole realm adorned with royalty! My heart raced wildly. The Lycan kingdom governed all wolf packs in our country, boasting the strongest and most potent shifters.

His face remains impassive, regal, but I recognize the heat in his gaze, the barely controlled beast beneath the kingly exterior. The ceremonial procession begins – my slow walk through the gathered kingdom, Helena and Iris trailing as formal witnesses. Ancient music fills the hall, drums beating in rhythm that matches the heart of wolves in their primal state. Lord Harrison steps forward as head of the council. "Who presents this wolf to be marked as Luna, as Queen beside the Lycan King?" "I do." Helena's voice carries clearly. "Helena, Queen Mother, present her as worthy by blood and deed." "And I." Iris takes her place. "Iris, Princess of the Royal Line, present her as worthy by courage a

"This Omega, named Mira, worked at the packhouse, tended to house chores with no formidable powers. She has no relatives either. And on the day of her 18th birthday, she was discovered to be the mate of the great Lycan Alpha prince." I know the lines off hand but I chose to project it word by word with rhyming images so as not to miss any intricate detail of the story. Gradually, I can see the rekindled interest of my classmates. "The Lycan Alpha prince however was not having that, in his rage and fury, he thought the moon goddess was making fun and scorning him. He rejected this Omega as his mate. The Omega pleaded for mercy and for second chance but she was not granted. Instead, she was lo

I could feel Nolan’s eyes on me, checking that I was okay, and I knew that if he hadn’t been at my side, I probably would have found a way to leave. “Technically, they aren’t wrong,” my wolf said. “He did pull you out of Marcus’s shadow, and he hasn’t claimed you. They see the truth, even if they twist it. Don’t give them the satisfaction. You’re stronger than their whispers. And your King?” she scoffed, “ Well, maybe he should stop sulking long enough to prove it.” “Rowan? With an omega? No, that's impossible.” Sable’s voice rose clearly to join that of the nobles, but far sharper than the rest. She leaned towards them just enough for her words to carry.

"Word travels fast among wolves when there is blood in the wind." "They want to know if it's true," Kael said bluntly, his golden eyes searching her face. "They want to know if the great Oakhaven pack—the noble defenders of the eastern border—truly sold the lineage of the Lycan Queen to the Grand Vizier’s hounds for imperial gold."

He paced his bedchamber for a brief moment, wondering what had come over him in such a short time. “This is not me. I am not this person. I don’t fixate. I am the Lycan king. The most feared Alpha. Why would a tiny omega have me staring at a damn shirt? It’s a fucking fabric with no value. I could procure thousands of them in the blink of an eye.”

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.

of course it was about me. I was the only Omega in Raven Pack. The only one without a wolf and the only one who couldn’t shift. I had almost begged not to be included in the mating ceremony but my stepmother Lady Vivianne had smiled that sharp smile of hers and said, “Don’t embarrass us at least stand there and let the Goddess see you.” So I stood there. The Alpha raised his hand and the crowd slowly quieted but my heart was beating so hard I was sure everyone could hear it.