The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Kael entered the council chamber. The elders sat around the long table, maps and scrolls laid out. They stood when he entered.
One elder spoke quickly. “Alpha, three packs reported strange activity near the borders. Shadows moving at night. Howls from unknown wolves.”
Another added, “Two patrols went missing last week.”
Kael’s face stayed firm. “Double patrols. Push warriors to the north and east lines. No one crosses without my permission.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“And keep this quiet,” Kael said. “No panic.”
The elders nodded. The meeting ended fast. Kael left just as Serena walked in from the hallway.
Her dress glittered, and her smile looked forced. “I heard the servant girl fainted,” she said, “How… sad.”
Kael gave a short nod. “She is stable.”
Serena’s smile twitched. “I also heard you stayed with her. That is… unusual.”
“She is part of the pack,” Kael said simply. “I check on my pack.”
Serena held her smile, but her fingers curled around her skirt. “Of course.”
Her eyes turned cold when she looked away.
“That girl will not last long here,” she whispered to herself as Kael walked past her. “I will make sure of it.”
***
Lyra woke slowly again. The room was dim and quiet, the smell of herbs in the air. She blinked, confused for a moment, then saw Elin sitting by her bedside with a bowl of water and a cloth.
“Lyra? You’re awake!, You fainted again after the Alpha left,” Elin let out a shaky breath and leaned forward. “You scared me so much. I thought something terrible happened.”
Lyra tried to sit up, winced, and fell back into the pillows. “What… happened?” she whispered. “Why am I here?”
Elin dipped the cloth and pressed it gently to Lyra’s forehead. “You fainted again in the room.”
She stopped, her eyes soft and worried.
“I’m just glad you’re breathing.”
Lyra stared at the ceiling, trying to remember. Her heart beat faster as flashes came back.
“I felt something,” Lyra murmured. “Like a… pain. But also heat. It was weird.”
Elin frowned. “You’re still weak. You need rest. Don’t push yourself.”
Lyra swallowed, trying to hide the fear creeping in. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”
“You didn’t,” Elin said quickly. “People just… don’t understand you. But I’m here. I don’t care what they think.”
Lyra stared at her. It felt strange having someone say that. “Thank you.”
Elin smiled softly. “You don’t have to thank me. Friends help each other.”
Before Lyra could answer, the door opened and the healer, Coral, stepped inside carrying herbs and a thin leather book. Her face was serious.
“Good. You’re awake,” Coral said, closing the door. She walked over and studied Lyra closely. “How do you feel? Dizzy? Weak?”
“Just tired,” Lyra replied. “My chest hurts a little.”
Coral nodded slowly, like she expected that answer. She sat on the edge of the bed and placed her hand gently over Lyra’s heart. Lyra stiffened at the touch.
“I felt a pulse of energy in you before you woke,” Coral said. “Something unusual.”
Her voice lowered. “Tell me the truth. Did anything strange happen before you fainted?”
Lyra swallowed. “There was… a warmth. Like something inside me lit up.”
Elin’s eyes grew wide.
Coral pressed her lips together. “That confirms it.”
“Confirms what?” Lyra asked, her voice thin.
“There is a mark under your skin,” Coral said. “It glowed when you collapsed.”
She met Lyra’s eyes. “I do not know what it means yet. But it is not normal. It is not weakness.”
Lyra stared, confused and scared. “Then what is it?”
Coral shook her head slowly. “Something hidden. Something old.”
She stood and closed her book. “Do not tell anyone about this. Not yet. If certain people hear… it could put you in danger.”
Elin reached for Lyra’s hand, gripping it tight.
Lyra nodded, her heart pounding with fear and something else she couldn’t name.
“What is happening to me?”
Coral looked toward the door, making sure no one was listening.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, “but whatever it is… it has awakened.”
***
After Coral let her go, Lyra walked slowly back to her small room. Her legs still felt heavy, but she managed to reach her bed and sit down. She breathed out, brushing her hair from her face.
Elin had wanted to follow her, but Lyra told her she needed a moment alone. Everything felt too much, the whispers, the fall, the strange pulse inside her chest.
She pressed her hand over her heart, remembering the warmth.
“What is happening to me?” she whispered.
Her vision blurred. Not from tears, from something else. A sudden rush of light exploded behind her eyelids. Lyra gasped and grabbed the edge of the bed, but the room was already gone.
She stood in a dark forest.
The moon above her was huge and white, glowing brighter than she had ever seen. Wind moved through the trees even though she didn’t feel cold. Her breath caught when she noticed someone standing ahead of her.
A tall figure. Broad shoulders. Eyes glowing gold in the dark.
Her heart jumped. She knew those eyes. Even here.
Kael.
He stood silent under the moonlight, staring at her like he had been waiting. The glow from the moon reflected on him, making him look larger, stronger, almost unreal. His gaze did not soften. It didn’t look angry either. Just… bound to her.
Lyra tried to speak but no sound came out. She took a step, and something pulled tight inside her chest, like an invisible thread connecting them, refusing to break.
The wind blew heavily. A silver mark glimmered over her heart, faint at first, then bright like fire.
Kael’s chest glowed too.
The same mark.
Lyra froze. Her body felt locked in place as the light pulsed between them like a heartbeat.
The moon bond.
She didn’t fully understand it, but she knew it. Felt it. It wrapped around her like something ancient and powerful.
Then the vision snapped.
Lyra gasped and fell forward onto her bed, sweating and shaking. The room returned. Her small walls. The cold floor. Her fast breathing.
She pressed both hands to her chest. The mark was gone, or hidden again.
But the feeling wasn’t.
“Why him?” she whispered. Her voice shook.
“Why Kael?”
The bond still tugged inside her gently, like a thread tied deep in her heart.
She didn’t choose this.
And she knew he would hate it.
***
Lyra lay on her bed, staring at the wall. Her body still felt hot, like something heavy sat inside her chest. She pressed her hand over her heart, trying to breathe slow.
The warmth didn’t calm down.
It got stronger.
“What is this…” she whispered, confused and scared.
Suddenly it felt like something pulled from inside her. Like a hand dragging her forward.
She stood up fast, almost losing her balance. Her feet moved on their own toward the door.
At the same time, Kael rose from his bed across the palace. He wasn’t thinking. His body just moved. His jaw was tight, his breath was fast, and he walked fast, like someone called him without words.
He tried to stop once. His chest tightened so sharply he couldn’t. His steps kept going.
Lyra opened her door at the same second Kael turned the corner.
They froze.
He looked breathless. She looked shaken. The air between them felt like heat and pressure, like they were being pushed together.
“Why are you…” Lyra began, but the pull in her chest jerked her forward.
Kael reached for her without thinking. His hand caught her arm, steadying her. Their bodies were close. Too close.
Neither of them spoke.
The bond filled the silence.
Lyra’s breath trembled. Kael’s eyes lowered to her lips for a split second, like he hated that he couldn’t stop himself.
Then it happened.
He cupped the back of her neck. She grabbed his shirt.
And they kissed.
Not slow. Not gentle.
Like something inside them snapped and the only way to breathe was to be closer.
Kael backed her against the wall without meaning to, holding her waist like if he let go she’d fall. Lyra’s fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer, not even thinking why.
Their breathing was loud in the empty hallway.
Everything else disappeared.
For a moment, nothing existed except their mouths, the heat between them, the pull that refused to let go.
It wasn’t sweet.
It wasn’t soft.
It was desperate and strong, like they were being dragged into each other by force and couldn’t fight it.
Finally, Kael tore his lips away first.
They stood still, breathing hard. Faces close.
Lyra’s fingers were still holding his shirt. His hand was still on her waist.
He looked shocked. Angry at himself. Confused. All at once.
Lyra stared up at him, chest rising fast, cheeks warm, not understanding any of it but unable to step away either.
Kael dropped his hand.
Lyra slowly let go of his shirt.
But neither moved for a second.
Kael finally spoke,
“This can’t happen again.”
He turned and walked away before she could say anything.
Lyra leaned back against the wall, touching her lips gently, breathing unevenly.
She didn’t choose this.
And she knew he didn’t either.
But whatever the bond was… it was real.
And it had just begun.
TBC
