The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Lyra finished pouring water into the wash barrels when she felt eyes on her again. She turned and saw Ronan still watching her like he had been guarding her all afternoon.
“Ronan,” she whispered, “you don’t have to stand there.”
He gave her a half-smile. “I want to. Someone has to look out for you.”
Lyra looked away, embarrassed. She didn’t know how to respond. He was kind, and she appreciated him, but her heart didn’t beat for him. Not like…
She froze.
Kael stood a few steps away. He hadn’t made a sound, yet he was just… there. His eyes were on Ronan’s hand, still close to her elbow like he’d been ready to hold her again.
His jaw tightened. Not angry, just… bothered.
“Ronan,” Kael said, “Aren’t you assigned to the outer grounds at this hour?”
Ronan straightened. “I finished early. I thought I’d help…”
“I don’t recall asking you to change your duties.” Kael’s gaze didn’t leave him. “Return to your post.”
Ronan hesitated, then nodded and stepped away, but not before brushing his hand lightly against Lyra’s arm as if to say goodbye.
Kael’s eyes followed that touch like it offended him.
When Ronan disappeared, Kael finally looked at Lyra.
Her hair messy from work. Hands wet from the water buckets. Small tired circles under her eyes. But she still managed to look gentle. Soft. Breakable and strong at the same time.
“Why was he touching you?” Kael asked quietly.
Lyra blinked. “He didn’t, he was helping me.”
Kael stepped closer. “He should not touch you.”
Lyra’s breath caught. His tone wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t commanding her like a servant. He sounded… irritated and protective at the same time.
“And why not?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Kael held her gaze, something burning behind his eyes.
“Because it bothers me.”
Lyra’s heart skipped.
He looked away for a second, like he realized what he’d admitted. Then he looked back at her again, slower this time, eyes softer.
“You should not let wolves who are not your mate get that close,” he said quietly.
Lyra stared at him. “…I don’t have a mate.”
Kael’s lips lifted slightly
“Are you sure?”
Lyra’s cheeks warmed. She didn’t know what to say. Every time he stood close to her like this, her chest felt tight and soft at the same time.
Kael noticed. Of course he did. His voice lowered just a little.
“If you ever feel unsafe… or if someone bothers you…”
He paused, searching her face.
“Come to me.”
Lyra swallowed. “Alpha Kael…”
“Kael,” he corrected, eyes on hers. “Just Kael.”
The way he said it made her heart skip again.
He leaned in slightly, and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her.
Not because of the bond.
Because he wanted to.
But instead, he reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, fingers brushing her cheek. It sent a warm shiver down her neck.
“You look better when you’re not hurting,” he murmured.
Lyra’s breath hitched. She didn’t move.
Kael’s thumb lingered for a second, then he pulled his hand away, stepping back like he needed to control himself.
“Get some rest,” he said softly. “And stay away from guards who think they can flirt with you.”
Lyra couldn’t stop the small smile that slipped out. “Are you jealous, Kael?”
He paused, eyes narrowing a little, but in a playful way she never expected from him.
“If I was,” he said, “I wouldn’t hide it.”
Her heart fluttered.
As Kael walked away, she stayed frozen in place, fingers pressed to the spot where he touched her cheek.
It was the first moment she realized something real was happening.
Lyra carried trays into the kitchen when Mira, the head kitchen maid, stopped her.
“You’re late,” Mira snapped, even though Lyra clearly wasn’t.
Lyra blinked. “I came as soon as…”
“No excuses.”
Mira pointed to a tall stack of pans. “Scrub all of these. Ephra said the Alpha is tired of lazy servants.”
Lyra didn’t argue. She went to wash them, hands already sore from earlier work. Steam rose from the hot water, stinging her skin as she scrubbed.
Minutes later, Ephra entered the kitchen with two other maids behind her. Ephra’s eyes landed on Lyra.
“You still haven’t finished? Pathetic.” Ephra crossed her arms. “Mira, she’s useless. Assign her stable duty after this.”
Mira nodded quickly. “Yes.”
The other maids smirked.
Lyra’s shoulders tensed, but she stayed quiet. This was punishment. Serena’s punishment. She knew it. They all knew it.
Ephra stepped closer. “You think because the Alpha looked your way once, you matter? Omegas don’t matter. Especially not weak ones.”
Lyra kept her head down. If she answered, it would get worse.
“Speak when spoken to,” Ephra snapped.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lyra whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Ephra smiled like she enjoyed it. “Good girl. Remember where you belong.”
She turned and left. Mira followed, throwing a bucket of dirty water at Lyra’s feet on the way out.
“Oops.”
The kitchen maids giggled.
Lyra quietly cleaned the mess, then kept scrubbing. Her hands trembled from exhaustion, but she didn’t stop.
***
Kael stood on the terrace overlooking the training yard when Ronan approached.
“Alpha,” Ronan said, “you asked for the patrol report.”
Kael nodded, took the scroll, but his attention drifted behind Ronan, toward the servants’ wing.
Ronan followed his gaze and hesitated.
“…It’s getting worse for her,” he said quietly. “They’re making things hard. On purpose.”
Kael’s jaw flexed. “I know.”
Ronan raised a brow. “Do you want me to intervene?”
“No.” Kael looked away, thinking. “If I interfere directly, it will backfire on her.”
Ronan understood. “So what then?”
Kael was silent for a moment. Then he called a guard passing by.
“Send word to the head of staff,” Kael ordered. “The omega girl, Lyra, move her to lighter duties. Laundry or library maintenance. Something away from the kitchen.”
The guard nodded and left.
Ronan smirked a little. “You’re getting soft, Alpha.”
Kael shot him a flat look. “Speak again, and you’ll be running laps until dawn.”
Ronan laughed lightly, but Kael didn’t smile. His mind was already elsewhere.
Soft?
No.
He was being reasonable. That’s all.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
***
Lyra left the washroom with damp sleeves and tired steps. The palace was quiet. Moonlight spilled across the stone hall as she walked back to her room.
She turned a corner..
And stopped.
Kael stood there.
He wasn’t dressed in armor or a formal jacket. Just a simple black shirt, sleeves rolled up. Less Alpha, more… man.
They froze staring at each other for a second.
“You’re still working?” he asked, voice low.
“Yes,” she said softly. “Almost done.”
Kael stepped toward her. Not aggressive. Just close enough she felt his warmth.
“You shouldn’t be walking alone this late,” he said.
Lyra nodded. “I don’t have much choice.”
Kael studied her face. Tired eyes. Wet sleeves. Red marks on her hands from scrubbing.
“Your duties will change tomorrow,” he said.
Lyra blinked. “Why?”
“Because I decided so.”
She looked away at the floor. “Everyone will talk again…”
“Let them.” Kael’s voice didn’t waver. “I don’t care.”
Lyra looked up at him. “But I do.”
That made him pause. His expression softened, something warmer in his eyes.
He reached out slowly, like he didn’t want to scare her, and brushed his fingers over her wrist.
“You shouldn’t be afraid to breathe in your own home,” he said quietly.
Lyra swallowed. “This isn’t my home.”
Kael held her gaze. “It could be.”
The hallway felt too quiet. Her heart beat fast, and his eyes dropped to her lips before he caught himself and lifted them back to hers.
Lyra stepped back first, breath uneven. “I should sleep.”
Kael nodded slowly. “Good night, Lyra.”
“Good night… Kael.”
She walked away, trying not to look back.
Kael watched her disappear around the corner, his hands in fists like he was holding himself still.
***
Morning came fast.
Serena sat at breakfast with Kael’s mother when a servant rushed in, bowing low.
“Your Highness,” she whispered nervously, “the omega girl’s duties were changed… the Alpha ordered it.”
Serena’s spoon stopped halfway to her lips.
“Changed?” she repeated slowly. “To what?”
“Lighter tasks, Your Highness. Library cleaning. Away from the kitchen.”
Serena’s jaw clenched. She placed her spoon down so hard the table shook.
“So the rumors are true,” she said through her teeth. “He’s shielding her.”
Kael’s mother glanced over, concerned. “Serena, calm yourself.”
“No.” Serena stood. “I am future Luna. And he is making a fool of me over an omega girl.”
Her voice rose before she controlled it.
“Does he want the entire pack to laugh at us?”
Kael’s mother looked uneasy. “I will speak to him…”
“No,” Serena snapped. “I will.”
She stormed out before the Queen Mother could stop her.
Servants’ Wing
Lyra walked into the library, broom in hand. It was quiet, peaceful. Dusty sunlight fell through tall windows as she started sweeping the floor.
For the first time in days, she breathed easier.
But it didn’t last.
Three maids stormed in, Ephra leading them.
“So it’s true,” Ephra said loudly. “The Alpha changed your duties. Privileged little omega.”
Lyra froze.
“I didn’t ask for…” Lyra tried to say.
Ephra grabbed the broom from her hand and flung it aside.
“You don’t get to talk.”
Another maid shoved Lyra’s shoulder. Hard. Lyra stumbled.
“You think you’re special now?” one hissed.
Lyra shook her head. “Please…”
Ephra yanked a cloth from her apron and threw it at Lyra’s face.
“You’re nothing. And we will make sure you remember that.”
They moved closer, surrounding her.
Lyra’s pulse raced. She tried stepping back but hit a shelf.
“Touch her again.”
The voice came from the doorway.
Everyone froze.
Kael stood there. Jaw tight. Eyes dark and dangerous, and cold as steel.
Ephra paled, stepping back fast. “A-Alpha. W-we were only…”
“Silence.”
His voice was calm.
The maids bowed so hard their knees shook.
Kael walked to Lyra slowly, eyes still on the maids. He stopped beside her, close enough she felt his anger like heat.
“If I ever see you near her again,” Kael said quietly, “you will be removed from this pack.”
Ephra trembled. “Y-yes, Alpha.”
The maids fled out the door.
Lyra looked down, breathing unevenly. “You didn’t need to…”
“Yes,” Kael cut in. “I did.”
He lifted her chin lightly with two fingers so she’d look at him.
“You don’t deserve that.”
Lyra didn’t know what to say. Her chest felt tight in a different way now.
Kael lowered his hand but didn’t step away.
“Tell me if they bother you again.”
Lyra nodded. “I will.”
He stared at her a little too long.
And then…
Footsteps echoed in the hall.
A sharp, furious voice.
“Kael.”
She appeared in the doorway, eyes wide as she saw them, him standing protective and close, Lyra looking up at him.
Her face twisted.
“What,” Serena said slowly, voice cold and shaking with rage, “is going on here?”
Kael turned to face her.
Lyra’s heart dropped.
Serena’s eyes locked on Lyra.
The room went silent.
And then Serena smiled cruelly, like a blade sheathed but ready to strike.
“This ends now.”
TBC
