Wolfless Omega Claimed By Prince Lycan King Novels & Stories

As I washed, I tried not to think about Theo, about the dinner we had planned for tonight, about the way his amber eyes had shifted to that otherworldly purple-blue when our hands had touched. I failed miserably. ‘He's strong,’ Artemis offered, her mental voice tinged with approval. ‘His Aeson respected our strength too. No domination, just recognition.’ "That doesn't mean it would work," I muttered aloud, the words lost beneath the shower's patter. "He's the Lycan King. I'm a werewolf with an Alpha wolf I keep hidden. The politics alone..." Artemis dismissed my concerns with a mental huff. ‘Politics don't matter to wolves. Only the bond.’

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

He explained. Ryder leaned forward, grabbing the report. His expression mirroring mine as he read through it. “This is impossible!" He exclaimed. “My thoughts exactly." Caleb said, “but apparently, a witch cast a spell on it. There's also wolfsbane in it, which makes it a deadly combination." "Lycan blood?” King asked, "how is that possible if there are only a few of you left?”

I scoffed. The lady stepped closer to me. "Well, there are a lot of things that proves that you’re the rejected omega. You’re visibly shaking, and you’re almost in tears. If that is not enough, you’re a werewolf and so much smaller than the Lycans. You match the description the queen had said. I believe that you’re that omega. It was Olivia, right?" She asked the princess easily. I clamped my hands together at once as I gave a slightly breathy laugh. "What are you saying?" I mocked.

he continues, smirking, “you want my help, don’t you?” I hesitate. “You know her better. You’re friends with her. You know what she likes.” He claps his hands once. “Unbelievable. Darian McAlister, Prince of Lycans, Warrior of a Thousand Battles, has come to me for dating advice.” I groan. “Just…stop.” “Do you even know what a picnic is?” he teases. “Because if you think it’s just fighting outdoors, we’re going to have a problem.”

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?

said the voice of one of the council guards. Meanwhile, Alpha Willy sat in his office with a huge glass in his hand. He and King Vladimir were the only ones who knew about Chloe and the prophecy. The girl was not just a simple omega with a delayed wolf, but her wolf was blue-blooded and the only one with direct lineage from the moon goddess. “I will take the throne, but I need you to bring that girl to me. If the Lycan king takes her first, the prophecy will be fulfilled and our kingdom will disappear,” said Willy, drinking the glass of alcohol in one gulp.

I say, my voice barely above a whisper, as I try to make sense of this discovery that… Well makes everything make sense, “this changes everything.” She shakes her head, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear. “No, River. I’m just a wolfless omega. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shake my head in disbelief, the truth dawning on me like the first rays of dawn breaking over the horizon. “No, listen to me. Lycans do not get their wolves at 18, but usually 1-2 years later. You… you are the lost Lycan princess. It’s why you never shifted.”

I smiled, cold and royal and nothing like the girl he rejected. “War begins at dawn,” I mouthed back. Because it does. For Elias. For my crown. For the five years I spent learning that ‘wolfless’ doesn’t mean ‘powerless.’ It means ‘Lycan.’ And the Lycan Queen has returned.

He is scanning the room, on alert for some threat unknown to me. “We are here at your request, Your Highness. What else could you possibly have to discuss?” Declan is going to get his ass beat if he keeps talking to the Prince like that. The strongest wolves are said to be no better than a Lycan omega. There is a hierarchy for a reason.