The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Ronan walked through the training yard, rolling his shoulders after sparring. Sweat clung to his neck and chest. He looked tired, but alert, sharp as always.
Then he saw them.
Kael and Lyra stood by a pillar at the far end of the yard, talking quietly, close, too close. Lyra smiled a little, head low. Kael leaned toward her, his expression soft in a way Ronan had never seen before.
Ronan’s steps slowed.
His chest tightened. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t.
He had been trying to ignore it. Trying to pretend the bond meant nothing. But this wasn’t just fate pulling them. Kael actually cared. Lyra did too.
They weren’t just tied together.
They were choosing each other.
Ronan clenched his jaw. He forced himself to walk past without staring, but Kael still noticed him.
“Ronan,” Kael called.
Ronan stopped, face neutral. “Alpha.”
Lyra lowered her eyes awkwardly.
Kael studied Ronan a second. “You’re early for patrol.”
“I prefer being early,” Ronan replied,
Kael nodded slowly. “Good. We’ll talk strategy later.”
Ronan gave a short bow, turned, and walked away before the feeling in his chest betrayed him.
He didn’t blame Lyra. He didn’t blame Kael.
He blamed the bond.
And himself, for hoping.
***
Althea’s private chamber
Later that evening, Althea sat alone in her study. A thick book about old wolf legends lay open on her lap, but she wasn’t reading.
Her mind was too busy.
She had seen Kael and Lyra earlier too, the way he stood near her, the way Lyra’s eyes followed him. It wasn’t simple infatuation. It was dangerous.
Love that intense always came with consequence.
Worse when magic was involved.
There was a soft knock.
“Enter,” she said.
Her trusted advisor, Sir Marven, stepped inside. His hair was silver, his face weathered from years serving the royal family. He bowed.
“You called for me, Lady Althea?”
“Yes. Sit.”
He sat across from her, curiosity in his eyes. “Is this about the alliance ceremony with Serena?”
“No.”
Her voice was low, tense.
“It’s about another girl.”
Marven frowned. “The omega?”
“Yes.” She kept her tone sharp and controlled. “Something ancient ties her to Kael. I won’t let that bond destroy him or this kingdom.”
Marven leaned forward. “What do you need?”
“A way to weaken a moon bond. To slow it. Control it. Without harming my son.”
Marven hesitated. “That kind of magic is rare. Dangerous. Many who tried…”
“Failed or died,” Althea finished coldly. “Yes, I know.” you are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” But I will not sit and watch fate drag my son into ruin.”
She closed the book with a quiet thud.
“I need answers. People. Old Texts. Whatever you can find. And do it quietly. No one must suspect.”
Marven nodded slowly. “And the girl?”
Althea’s eyes hardened.
“I don’t wish her dead,” she said truthfully. “But I will not allow her to rise beside him. I won’t let them fall. Not like others did before them.”
Marven bowed his head. “I understand. I will begin at once.”
He left, shutting the door softly behind him.
Althea leaned back, exhaling slowly, her fingers pressing into her robe.
She did not hate Lyra.
But love like theirs could burn whole kingdoms.
And she would not let history repeat, even if her son hated her for it.
***
Lyra finished arranging training gear in the storage room when she felt a familiar pull in her chest. A warmth. A tug. She turned, Kael stood at the doorway.
He didn’t look like the Alpha right now. He looked like a man trying very hard to act normal when he wasn’t.
“Come with me,” he said softly.
Lyra hesitated. “I have work…”
“I already told Ephra you’re excused,” he cut in, voice low. “I needed to see you.”
Her heart skipped. She followed him through the quiet corridor and out to the back garden a private corner of the grounds full of tall trees and low lantern light.
Kael stopped, turned to face her, and let out a breath like he’d been holding it all day.
“This morning wasn’t… a mistake,” he finally said. “In case you’re worried.”
Lyra’s fingers curled. Her voice came out small. “I wasn’t worried. I just didn’t know how to act now.”
“Then act like you did in the morning,” he murmured, stepping closer. “With me, at least.”
She looked down, shy. He lifted her chin gently, forcing her eyes to meet his.
“I’m not confused about you anymore,” he said. “Bond or no bond.”
Heat rushed to her face. Kael leaned in, slow enough for her to stop him, confident enough to know she wouldn’t.
Their lips brushed
“Lyra.”
They jumped slightly. A maid bowed stiffly at the entrance to the garden.
“Lady Althea requests your presence immediately.”
Kael’s expression tightened. He clearly didn’t like the timing.
Lyra nodded and followed the maid, leaving Kael standing there, frustrated and burning for more.
Lyra was led into a quiet office space where Althea sat behind a table covered with scrolls.
“Lyra,” Althea said, voice polite but cool. “I’ve noticed your work ethic. I’d like to test your loyalty and discipline.”
Lyra bowed. “Yes, Lady Althea.”
The older woman slid a parchment toward her.
“A stock inventory. You will go to the northern storage hall and complete this by tonight. Every item listed. No mistakes.”
Lyra blinked. It was a long, tedious, exhausting task. It would take hours.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Lyra replied, steady.
Althea watched her closely. “If you are to stay in this palace, you must prove you are more than a distraction.”
Lyra swallowed. She understood perfectly. This wasn’t a duty, it was a message.
“Yes, Lady Althea. I won’t fail.”
She left the room. The moment she was gone, Althea’s face softened briefly, regret flickering, then disappearing.
Lyra walked toward the northern wing, list in hand, determined to prove herself. Halfway there, Ronan stepped out from the corridor shadows.
“Lyra.”
She stopped. “Ronan?”
He looked serious.
“Come here.” He lowered his voice. “What did Queen Althea ask you to do?”
Lyra held up the parchment. “Inventory.”
“So she started,” he muttered.
Lyra frowned. “Started what?”
Ronan dragged a hand through his hair. “Testing you. Trying to push you away, control your interactions, wear you down until you break or leave.”
Lyra went quiet.
“Look,” Ronan continued. “Kael is the future king. Getting close to him isn’t easy. Althea will protect him at all costs.”
“I’m not trying to cause problems,” Lyra whispered.
“I know.” Ronan looked at her, jaw tight with something like worry, or maybe hurt. “But love for someone like him comes with danger. You need to think about whether it’s worth it.”
Lyra stared down at her list. Her voice trembled just slightly.
“It is.”
Ronan exhaled, “Then at least be smart. Don’t trust everyone here. Especially not his mother.”
Lyra nodded once.
“I’ll handle it,” she said quietly. “I’m not leaving him.”
Ronan looked away for a second. His voice dropped. “I hope you’re strong enough for this, Lyra.”
She lifted her chin. “I am.”
He watched her walk away into the northern hall
And though Ronan hated the idea of losing her, he couldn’t help but admire her courage.
The northern storage hall was cold and silent, lanterns flickering against stone walls. Boxes, crates, and old weapon racks filled every corner. Dust floated in the air.
Lyra worked quietly, marking numbers, lifting where she could, fighting the ache in her arms. Hours passed. Her fingers shook from exhaustion. But she refused to quit.
Halfway down the second aisle, a soft sound came from behind her.
She turned fast, thinking it was another maid coming to mock her. Instead, Kael appeared in the lantern light, broad shoulders tense, eyes burning with something she had never seen so raw before.
“Why are you here?” she whispered.
“I should be asking you that,” he said, walking toward her slowly, voice low. “You’re exhausted. This work should take a team, not one person.”
“It was given to me,” she said. “I have to finish.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” he replied.
She tried to step aside and continue writing, but he caught her hand gently. His touch sent heat rushing through her skin. She looked up his eyes were locked on hers, full of emotion.
“Lyra,” he murmured. “You don’t always have to suffer alone.”
Her breath hitched. “I’m not suffering.”
“You’re shaking,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along her fingers. “You’re tired. And you still push. Why?”
Lyra swallowed. “Because I don’t want to be weak here.”
Kael moved even closer, only inches away now. His voice dropped lower, softer.
“You’re not weak.”
She blinked. “Then why do they treat me like I am?”
His jaw clenched. “Because they’re fools.”
Silence hung between them.
Pulling them closer. Lyra’s heart thumped fast, her chest rising and falling uncontrollably.
Kael glanced at the crates and scrolls. Then he did something unexpected, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up a storage record.
“I’ll help you.”
Lyra stared, stunned. “You’re the Alpha.”
“And tonight,” he said, stepping beside her, “I’m the man who refuses to leave you alone in the cold.”
Her chest tightened. Kael began marking crates beside her.
Working side by side, their arms brushed. Every small touch sparked heat. Lyra’s breathing turned uneven as the silence between them changed, from tense to charged.
Kael finally set his parchment down. “Lyra.”
She looked at him. He didn’t speak again, he didn’t need to. He stepped closer, slow, giving her time to pull back. She didn’t move.
His hand slid to her waist. Her breath caught. Lyra’s hand rose to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt without thinking.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
She didn’t.
He leaned in and kissed her deep and full of fire. Lyra gasped softly as his other hand cupped her jaw gently, holding her like she was something precious and breakable. Their bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened, slow at first, then hungry, desperate like they had waited forever for this moment.
Lyra clutched his shirt and pulled him closer. Kael’s breath fell hot against her lips as he kissed her again, harder. She rose on her toes, chasing him, and he lifted her slightly by the waist like she weighed nothing.
Her back pressed against a wooden pillar. His forehead rested on hers as they both tried to breathe.
“Kael…” she whispered, voice trembling.
He brushed her lower lip with his thumb, eyes burning.
“You make me lose control.”
“Good,” she whispered back before she could stop herself.
He smiled a small, stunned smile, like he couldn’t believe she said that.
“You’re trouble,” he murmured.
“And you came here for me anyway.”
He didn’t deny it. His hand stroked down her arm slowly, leaving sparks.
“I’m trying not to fall too hard,” he said softly.
She looked right into his eyes. “I already am.”
Kael’s breath stilled.
He kissed her again, slower this time, deep and lingering, as if memorizing her mouth. Lyra melted against him, her fingers sliding into his hair.
They didn’t speak for a long time. They didn’t need words.
Finally he pulled back just an inch, lips brushing hers as he whispered:
“Finish this tomorrow. Come rest.”
Lyra nodded weakly, still breathless.
Kael lifted the scrolls, took her hand, and they walked out together, fingers tangled, hearts racing, knowing this wasn’t just the bond anymore.
TBC
