The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Morning light slipped through the curtains in Kael’s room.
He opened his eyes slowly, expecting the same usual feeling, calm and controlled.
Instead… his chest felt tight.
And the first thing that slid into his mind wasn’t battle plans, duties, or his title.
It was Lyra.
Her eyes.
Her breath against his.
The way she grabbed his shirt like she didn’t want to let go.
Kael exhaled sharply and sat up. His heart beat too fast.
He rubbed his face, annoyed with himself. This shouldn’t be happening.
He didn’t fall for anyone. Not like this. Not this fast. Not her.
But the thought of her alone in that small room.
“I need to get her out of my head,” he muttered.
He stood and splashed his face with cold water, but it didn’t help.
Instead of clearing his mind, it made one thing very obvious:
He missed her.
Already.
Kael shook his head and paced. “This is ridiculous.”
He was the Alpha. He didn’t lose control. He didn’t get distracted. And he definitely didn’t get pulled around by emotions.
But every time he tried to think of something else, his chest pulled right back to her.
Like the bond wanted to drag him straight to her door again.
He rested his hand against the wall and closed his eyes.
He could almost feel her presence
He swallowed hard.
“I shouldn’t want this,” he whispered.
But he did.
And the truth sat heavy in the room with him
He wanted to see her again.
He wanted to hear her voice.
He wanted to feel her breath close to his.
It scared him.
It thrilled him.
And no matter how hard he tried to ignore it he already knew he was losing the fight.
Kael sighed and finally said it, barely above a breath
“I like her.”
He wasn’t supposed to fall for a weak omega.
He wasn’t supposed to feel anything for her at all.
But the bond didn’t care about rules, titles, or promises.
And now… neither did his heart.
There was a knock on his door.
Kael straightened fast, trying to hide everything he felt, even though no one could see it.
Kael opened the door and Serena stepped in like she owned the space. Her dress shimmered white and silver. She smiled sweetly, like she expected him to be happy to see her.
“Good morning, Kael,” she said lightly. “I thought we could have breakfast together.”
Kael’s face didn’t change. “I’m busy.”
Serena blinked, surprised. “Busy? At this early hour?”
Kael didn’t answer. He turned away and began putting on his boots.
Serena watched him, eyes narrowing a little.
“You seem… distant,” she said carefully. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” His tone was flat. “Everything is fine.”
A lie. But he wasn’t giving her more.
Serena stepped closer, lifting her hand to touch his arm like she always did, like she already believed she belonged to him.
He moved away before her fingers reached him.
Her smile froze. “You’re avoiding me.”
“I’m preparing for patrol rotation,” Kael replied, grabbing his cloak. His voice stayed cold. “We have rogues near the borders. That matters more than breakfast.”
Serena bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t used to talk to me like this.”
Kael straightened.
“Things change.”
Serena stared at him, and for the first time, worry flickered in her eyes.
The fear of losing him.
Before she could ask more, Kael felt it again.
That pull.
Not now.
Not in front of her.
But the bond didn’t care. It tugged him again, harder, pointing him somewhere outside the room, toward the servant wing.
Toward Lyra.
Kael inhaled slowly, fighting the urge, but his pulse sped up anyway.
Serena noticed.
“Where are you going?” she asked, voice harder now.
Kael didn’t answer her. He just opened the door again.
He had to move. He didn’t know why. He didn’t want to know. But his feet were already itching to walk.
“I will return later,” he said, already stepping into the hall.
Serena followed him a step. “Kael, wait…”
He didn’t.
He walked off fast, ignoring her voice.
Every step made the pull stronger.
His chest felt tight, his breath short, his thoughts scattered.
He hated this.
He didn’t understand it.
But he couldn’t stop it.
His feet carried him through the halls, past guards, past servants… straight toward her side of the palace.
Kael followed the pull until he reached the back corridor near the servant rooms. His steps slowed as voices drifted through the open doorway ahead.
He paused.
Lyra sat on a small stool while Elin gently braided her hair. Lyra’s head was tipped down, cheeks lifted in a light smile. She looked… peaceful. Her fingers played with the edge of her apron, and a small giggle slipped out when Elin said something teasing.
Kael had never seen her laugh before.
Not once since she arrived.
Something in his chest shifted, like the bond tugged at him again, but softer this time.
Lyra brushed hair from her face and said, voice warm, “It doesn’t have to look perfect. I’m only going to work.”
Elin huffed. “You should still look pretty. People see you, you know.”
Lyra snorted. “They mostly see dirt on my face.”
“No,” Elin muttered. “They don’t look properly, that’s all.”
Lyra’s smile wobbled, but she stayed quiet. She didn’t believe compliments, not yet.
Kael stepped forward without meaning to. His boots made a sound.
Elin turned first. Her face lit up in surprise. “Alpha Kael!”
Lyra froze. Her smile fell instantly, and she stood too fast, bumping her knee on the wooden stool. She lowered her head quickly like she remembered she wasn’t allowed to look relaxed in front of him.
“A-Alpha,” she whispered.
Kael stared at her. She kept her eyes on the floor, hands clasped tight together. She looked like she expected trouble the moment she saw him.
The warmth in his chest twisted into something heavier.
“Continue,” Kael said, voice calmer than he felt.
Lyra blinked, confused. “Continue…?”
“The braid.” His eyes shifted to Elin. “Finish it.”
Elin nodded fast, nervous but trying not to show it. She guided Lyra gently to sit again.
Lyra didn’t move at first. She looked at Kael once, then lowered her gaze and sat down slowly.
Elin began braiding again. Her hands trembled a little.
Kael stood in the doorway, trying to look composed.
Lyra did not look at him again.
She focused on her hands in her lap, breathing carefully, trying not to shake.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t know what he’d say if he did.
He only felt that pull like the bond was satisfied he found her.
Elin tied the braid gently. “Done. You look pretty.”
Lyra whispered, “Thank you,” eyes still low.
Kael swallowed. He hated how she looked frightened now.
Like the small bit of peace she had was gone the second he walked in.
“Report to the courtyard after breakfast,” Kael said, staring straight ahead. “Both of you.”
Elin nodded quickly. “Yes, Alpha.”
Lyra stood again slowly. “Yes, Alpha.”
Kael forced himself to step back, to leave.
Because if he stayed, he might say something he shouldn’t.
Or look at her too long.
He turned away.
But not fast enough to miss the way Lyra’s fingers shook as she fixed her apron.
Or the way she took one quiet breath like she had to hold herself together in front of him.
TBC
