Wolfless Omega Claimed By Prince Lycan King Novels & Stories

“And so does Reed.” The bond pulsed, just faintly. “Of course he does,” I muttered. Lucian leaned against the wall, watching me. “You shifted.” “I noticed.” “No. I mean… that wolf.” His golden eyes softened. “Scar, she’s massive. Bigger than most Alphas.” “So?” “So… she’s what you were meant to be.” I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. Lucian cleared his throat. “Reed sent word this morning. The Lycan King knows now. And he’s expecting a formal report.”

"This is Silverclaw territory. You're a long way from the snow." The man took a step forward. The air around him grew heavy. "I am Lycian," he said. "Alpha of the North." "And I am hunting anomalies." He looked at her left eye. "Like you." Arielle’s heart hammered against her ribs. Lycian. The Wolf King. The only Alpha who refused to bow to the Inquisition. Rumors said he killed his own father to take the throne. He was a monster. But right now, a monster was exactly what she needed.

“Heat surges? Agitation? Weird dreams?” Kael blinked. “I haven’t been close enough to notice. But…” he hesitated, “when I visited the dorm last week, I caught something. His scent is… different.” “Shit.” Nadai rubbed her temples. “Kael, you might’ve triggered a latent gene in him.” Kael’s stomach dropped. “He’s a werewolf omega, not Lycan. That shouldn’t be possible.” “He’s not full blooded Lycan, no. But there are myths,” she said, lowering her voice. “Legends say a royal Lycan mark during intercourse, especially during a heat surge can awaken dormant traits in omegas with trace Lycan ancestry.”

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.

Violet’s POV There were twenty students lined up with me, all looking like we were about to walk into our funerals and honestly… they weren’t wrong. We were going to the Lycan Kingdom, a place so notoriously ruthless that even demons respected the borders. Lycans weren’t just wolves, they were the apex of apex predators. Stronger bones, faster healing, ancient instincts, brutal laws, violent power. Wolves bowed to them. Most species feared them. And I was traveling there…with their princes and they are both obsessed and definitely idiots.

"His Majesty hasn't asked me to stop. Why do you ask?" “Oh, it's nothing." I looked away, trying not to show my trepidation. I knew I'd put myself in that uncomfortable position, so I had no one to blame for it. The Lycan King had authority over every Alpha and Beta in the kingdom, yet he seemed willing to spend an unreasonable amount of time concerning himself with one omega. But I was in no position to wonder why. The king and I were just alike for both wanting the same thing. And Lucien had begun to accept his attention.

A wolf-less Luna mated to a god was a fairy tale found only in the books. This was a death sentence. He was just claiming his property. "Your... Your Majesty," Kaelen’s voice broke the silence. He stammered from the wooden platform, sounding nervous but deeply confused. "There seems to be a misunderstanding. That female is defective. She is a wolf-less slave. If you desire proper, pure-blooded offerings, I can…" The Lycan King suddenly let out a loud, guttural snarl, jerking his head towards Kaelen.

Before I could speak, Adrian finally seemed to wake up. He stared at me, then at Gideon Ashbourne, his face twisting with disbelief. “This is impossible,” he said. “Serena, what did you do? How do you even know the Wolf King?” His voice rose as he stepped forward. “You’re just an Omega. You have no awakened wolf. No family. No standing. You think you can pull some trick like this and I’ll believe it?” The guards moved at once, blocking him before he could come any closer.

“The alternative is war. The King’s enforcers will come. They will take everything—our lands, our pups, our lives. We are not strong enough to stand against Nocturne.” Silence again, heavier this time. Elara felt the pack’s fear like a living thing. She had grown up on stories of the Lycan King—Kael Draven, the wolf who had ended a centuries-long civil war by cutting his own uncle’s throat in front of the entire court. They called him ruthless because mercy had no place in his vocabulary. They called him unbreakable because he had no mate, no weakness. She had never met a Lycan. Few in Crescent had. They were larger, older, stronger—legends made flesh. And their king was the deadliest of the

His golden eyes remained fixed on me, as though trying to read my soul. Then he turned toward my father. “Is she truly your daughter?” Father gave a firm nod. “She is.” Before Father could say anything else, Luna Seraphina answered instead. “Unfortunately.” Her lips curled into a faint smile. “She never awakened a wolf. She was declared wolfless. And yesterday, she was officially demoted to the rank of Omega.” Prince Luca looked back at me. “So. You are the wolfless Omega accused of stealing from the Lycan Crown.”