The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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“So this is why you’re too busy to speak to me,” she said, voice tight. “Protecting a servant girl?”
Kael didn’t move. “Serena, leave.”
She ignored him and walked straight toward Lyra.
Lyra instinctively stepped back.
“So you enjoy stealing attention that isn’t yours?” Serena hissed.
Lyra shook her head. “I’m not…”
Serena raised her hand fast.
But she never got to touch her.
Kael grabbed Serena’s wrist mid-air.
“Enough.”
Serena stared at him, shocked, breath shaking. “You… stopped me. For her?”
“Yes.”
Lyra’s eyes widened a little. Serena’s face burned red.
“You embarrassed me,” Serena whispered, voice trembling with hatred. “Over an omega.”
“She is under my protection,” Kael said. “You do not touch her.”
Serena’s jaw clenched. She pulled her hand free stiffly.
“You’re making a mistake,” she said coldly.
“I said leave,” Kael repeated.
He didn’t raise his voice, but it hit harder than a shout.
Serena turned on her heel and walked out, back straight, hands shaking.
But she stopped just outside the door and glanced back, eyes narrowed.
“I’m not finished.”
She walked away, skirts swishing.
Kael exhaled and looked at Lyra. “Don’t let her intimidate you. If she comes near you again, tell me.”
Lyra nodded but avoided his gaze. “I should go back to work.”
Kael looked like he wanted to say more but stepped aside. “Alright.”
She slipped out quietly and headed down the hallway.
The moment she turned the corner…
A hand yanked her into a small side room.
Serena.
The door shut behind them.
Lyra tensed but stayed silent.
Serena leaned close, voice low and trembling with fury. “Don’t mistake this for a victory.”
Lyra held her stare. “I don’t want your place. I don’t want him like that.”
“Liar,” Serena spat. “You think I don’t see the way he looks at you? The way you look back?”
Lyra didn’t answer. Her silence said enough.
Serena smirked thinly. “You are nothing. A servant. A stray. And I will not let you ruin what belongs to me.”
Lyra swallowed but kept her voice steady. “I don’t belong to you. And neither does he.”
Serena’s expression snapped. Rage flooded her face for a split second.
“You will regret coming here.”
She opened the door and left, slamming it behind her.
Lyra stood there, breathing hard.
For the first time, she didn’t shake.
She didn’t run.
And she didn’t feel small.
She walked out slowly, eyes steady, heart pounding.
***
Serena didn’t go to her room.
She went far beyond the palace walls.
Her horse stopped at a small cottage hidden in the woods. Smoke drifted from the chimney. It smelled like strange herbs and old books.
Serena didn’t knock. She walked straight in.
A woman in a dark hood turned slowly from a table filled with jars and bones.
“You finally came,” the witch said, voice low and sharp like cracked stone. “Jealous hearts always do.”
Serena crossed her arms. “Save the games. I need your help.”
The witch smiled, yellow-stained teeth showing. “To keep the Alpha?”
“To destroy a problem,” Serena said flatly. “An omega girl.”
The witch traced a symbol in the air, studying Serena’s face.
“An omega who threatens a Luna?” She chuckled. “Interesting.”
“I don’t want interesting. I want her gone.”
“You want her dead,” the witch corrected softly.
Serena didn’t deny it.
The witch leaned closer, whispering like she enjoyed every word.
“There is a bond between them. Strong. Dangerous. Break it, and the girl breaks too.”
Serena’s eyes sharpened. “How?”
The witch offered a vial filled with dark red liquid. It looked like blood. It smelled like iron and moonlight gone wrong.
“Give him this. It will sever the bond slowly. Painfully.
When it breaks, so will she.”
Serena took the vial with a steady hand.
“And the Alpha?” she asked.
“He will not remember loving her.”
Serena’s lips curved. Not a warm smile, a satisfied one.
“Good.”
She paid in gold and left without another word.
As she walked back to her horse, the witch hissed quietly behind her:
“You think you control fate…
But the moon always chooses.”
***
Back in the palace, evening torchlight warmed the halls.
Kael’s mother stood by a balcony, watching the courtyard below.
Her eyes followed Kael without him knowing the way his attention flickered whenever he thought about Lyra, the way his expression shifted when she crossed his mind.
Something was wrong.
Something rare.
She had seen it once before, many years ago in another Alpha. The look of someone caught by a bond they did not choose.
She turned to her maid.
“Bring me everything you know about that omega girl,” she said quietly.
The maid bowed, uneasy. “Yes, my lady.”
“And do not speak of this to Serena,” she added. “Not yet.”
The maid hurried away.
The queen folded her hands slowly.
“A moon bond,” she whispered to herself. “After all this time?”
Her expression tightened in fear.
“A bond like that could burn kingdoms.”
She stood still for a long moment, thinking.
If this was true…
Then everything, her plans, the alliance, their future, could collapse.
And she would not allow it.
Suddenly a distant howl carried through the night, strong, powerful, aching with longing.
Not Kael’s.
It was Lyra’s.
Something inside her was waking up.
Lyra jolted awake in her small bed, heart racing. Sweat clung to her skin, and her sheets were twisted around her legs.
Her breath came in fast pulls, like she had been running.
Her body felt… different.
Stronger.
Hotter.
Wild.
For a moment she didn’t know where she was. The urge to shift to run, pulsed under her skin like something alive.
She pressed a hand to her chest. Her heartbeat felt louder, sharper, like it echoed inside her bones.
Her wolf had never been loud before. Omegas didn’t have wolves like this. They didn’t feel power pushing through their veins. They didn’t feel like they could snap and tear and break walls if they didn’t calm down.
“What is happening to me…” she whispered, fingers gripping the blanket.
A soft glow shimmered faintly on her wrist, the same mark from her vision.
The moon bond mark.
She pulled her sleeve down quickly, fear tightening in her stomach.
If anyone saw it…
No. She wouldn’t let that happen.
Lyra forced herself to breathe slowly until the burning in her chest faded just enough for her to move. She sat up shakily.
Tonight she didn’t feel weak.
She felt dangerous.
And that scared her more than anything else.
***
Across the palace, Kael’s mother sat in her private chambers surrounded by old scrolls and thick leather-bound books. Candlelight flickered across ancient pages marked with silver ink.
Her fingers traced one line slowly:
“When the moon chooses, not even power can break fate.”
Her expression tightened.
Another line struck her harder:
“A true moon bond awakens power in the weaker wolf.”
She whispered the words again.
“Awakens power.”
That omega girl… her presence, her reactions, her eyes… it made sense now. Terrifying sense.
A bond like this didn’t just tie hearts.
It changed wolves.
She turned the page faster, anxiety rising.
“If the bond is threatened…”
The words stopped there, torn off by age.
She cursed under her breath.
A knock came at the door.
“Enter,” she said sharply.
A servant stepped in, nervous.
“My lady, the guards report hearing… something unusual in the night. A wolf’s cry. But none of the warriors shifted.”
Her hand froze mid-air.
Lyra.
It had to be her.
The queen closed the book slowly. Too slowly.
“Continue watching the girl,” she said. “No one is to know.”
“Yes, my lady.”
The servant left, and the door clicked shut.
Kael’s mother leaned back, grip tight on the armrest.
If Lyra’s wolf was awakening, the bond was already deep. Too deep to undo easily.
And if this continued…
It could destroy the kingdom.
Destroy alliances.
Destroy her son, or chain him forever.
“No,” she murmured. “I will not let fate control this.”
***
Outside, hidden in the shadows near the servants’ quarters, moonlight touched something on the ground, a small drop of glowing silver left from Lyra’s mark.
It pulsed once.
Then again.
And the stone beneath it cracked like something ancient had just awakened.
The ground whispered like a breath in the dark.
The moon had chosen.
And nothing, not queens, not witches, not jealousy, not fear, could stop what was coming.
TBC
