Romans & histoires Wolfless Omega Claimed By Prince Lycan King

“You’re wasting your energy, my queen. Why fight this when you could be enjoying the life I’m offering you?” I stopped kicking, glaring at him through my tear-streaked face. “Enjoy? You think kidnapping me is something I should enjoy?” “You’re being dramatic,” he said, shaking his head as if I was a petulant child. “Do you even know who you’re with? I’m the Lycan King, Otsana. I own companies, wineries. I rule over every werewolf pack in the kingdom. Alphas bow to me, even the Alpha King answers to my command. Ralph isn’t even in the same league as me. Why would you settle for him when you could have this?”

Dave tells the group. As the group descends the the mountain and returns to the pack they are being watched. “The female Lycan is missing,” A wolf tells his master. “She must be protecting the pack,” The master considers. “Or is she? Just maybe she might be? Find out for sure if the Princess is carrying a royal heir. If she is we have leverage. I’ll be an Alpha, then I can be part of the trials. What a victory for rogues everywhere to have an Alpha Lord.”

"She was just taken away, and by Prince Jackson of all people." "Prince Jackson? Crown prince to the Lycan King?" I couldn't suppress my anxiety any longer, and my wolf could begin to feel my nerves unraveling as well. I stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders tightly, wrinkling his suit. "How did she meet the Lycan King's son? She's just a lowly Omega!" Unsettled by my sudden outburst, Oliver threw up his hands as if in surrender. "Calm down, Kylian! I didn't do anything to your mate, okay? And I don’t want to be the one to bring it up again, but you rejected her, correct? I can find you another Omega if you’d like."

“Sorry, Alpha Marcus, but Agatha doesn’t even have a wolf yet. She’s too weak to be a proper omega, let alone a lycan.” Marcus’s smirk remained, carved into his face like stone. “Are you sure about that?” His voice carried weight, a dangerous authority that pulled the crowd closer. The air shifted; murmurs died down as his words demanded silence. “Because she has the scent of a lycan. Don’t question me on this. I am a descendant of the Lycan King. My family is not fully lycan, but we know one when we see one. It’s in our blood.”

With a howl, her wolf’s rank demoted one level as her powers were snatched and imbibed by the Lycan King. “Now let the contest begin! Before that we will award bonus points to Dr. Maya … ” the royal chef learnt from the Minister of Justice’s experience with Beta Zane’s vocal anger. “ … as the royals were pleased and delighted with the unique experience and for righting the wrong of Princess Athena’s accusations,” he announced. The crowd fell quiet. However, it was a mere act of obedience. Anger simmered amongst them. They were going to make the omega pay dearly in this round.

Emma I let the quiet linger for a moment longer than necessary. My eyes were glued on the man seated across from me.’ Alexander Frost. The Lycan King. The most powerful wolf in our world. And he was sitting across from me, asking. No, telling me to drop the titles and speak to him as if we were equals. “As you wish, Alexander,” he’d said, giving me that look that basically meant, “That’s the answer I wanna hear.” No royal nonsense, just straight-up.

Everyone nodded politely, as they waited to be introduced to us. “And Lycan Alpha Carson, and his mate, Marly,” the King stated. Everyone went silent. Until her parents made a move to step forward, “Well, you have quite a bit of explaining to do,” her father spit out. “How could you pretend to be an Omega, if you were an Alpha all along?” he asked angrily.

The power pulsing from me wasn’t just fury—it was divine, ancient, something reborn from the soul of a broken woman who’d risen from her ashes. “I’m not your omega anymore,” I said through clenched teeth, voice steady, eyes blazing. “I’m the Luna of the Lycans. I’m Zane Valerian Blackhowl’s mate. I’m the mother of the future king. And I will never, ever belong to you.” Malrik stood up slowly, the echo of my slap still lingering in the air like electricity. He raised a hand to his lips, wiped the blood that had trickled from the corner, and stared at it for a second. Then… he smiled—a cold, venomous smile that made the hairs on my neck stand.

he repeats, but firmer this time around The mention of the missing Omega wolf, Alora, makes my chest tighten. I've only met her a handful of times, right? So why do the thoughts of her hunt me? Her bruised face and downcast eyes…. As a Lycan king, I'm significantly stronger than regular wolves, yet I failed to protect one vulnerable Omega from her own pack's cruelty. Should I call myself a failure right now?

Exhaling, I placed my back against the cold wall, practicing breathing exercises to calm my raging nerves. What in heaven's name is the moon goddess up to? She gave me two mates who rejected me without having a second thought only to hand me over to the third one who had refused to reject me. From what I heard, he is the Lycan King. Why will the Lycan King accept an Omega when what he needs is a female Alpha to rule by his side. Wait! Pushing my hand forward with my head tilted to the side, I tried to speak but I couldn't piece together the puzzle in my head.