The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Lyra stood on the edge of the forest, her bare feet cold against the dirt. The moon hung low and pale, half-hidden by clouds. Somewhere beyond the trees, wolves howled, deep, sharp cries that made her heart ache.
Her mother said it was only the wind.
But Lyra knew better.
The Draven Pack was coming. The stories said their Alpha was born with silver eyes and a heart as black as coal. He had taken three packs already, each one burned to the ground before sunrise.
Lyra’s pack — the Vale Wolves — was small. They had no strong warriors, no magic left. Only fear.
She tried to breathe slowly, but the air was heavy. Smoke drifted through the trees. Her hands began to shake.
Behind her, the pack house doors burst open.
“Lyra!” her brother shouted. “Get inside!”
Before she could move, the forest exploded with light, torches, shouts, the clash of steel. Wolves burst through the darkness, their eyes glowing like ghosts. The ground trembled with their growls.
And then she saw him.
Kael Draven.
He stood tall among the chaos, his cloak torn and his eyes glowing silver in the firelight. His face was calm, too calm, as if the battle around him didn’t matter at all.
When his gaze found hers, the world seemed to stop.
Lyra froze. Something inside her chest twisted and burned. Her wolf, small, quiet, and hidden for so long, stirred for the first time.
Kael took one slow step toward her.
And another.
Her brother ran in front of her, holding a broken sword. “Stay back!” he shouted.
Kael didn’t even blink. With one strike, he sent him to the ground.
Lyra screamed and ran to her brother, but strong arms caught her from behind. The scent of pine and smoke filled her nose. She struggled, kicked, clawed, but Kael’s grip only tightened.
“Enough,” he said quietly. His voice was deep, calm, and cold. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Tears burned her eyes. “Let me go!”
He looked down at her then. And something changed in his face. Not softness, not mercy but a flicker of surprise.
“An Omega,” he murmured. “I thought your kind was gone.”
She glared up at him. “Then you should have left me to die.”
For a moment, he said nothing. The firelight glowed across his face, and the silver in his eyes caught the moonlight.
Then he leaned close, his breath brushing her ear.
“No,” he whispered. “I think I’ll keep you.”
And when the fire reached the sky, Lyra realized her life and her heart would never belong to her again.
Lyra didn’t remember how long the fire burned.
The world turned into smoke and screams, her pack scattering, her home falling apart. When she woke, her wrists were tied, and the sky above was gray with dawn. The smell of ash filled the air.
They were moving.
Kael’s men walked ahead, their armor dark with blood. Behind them the Vale pack was gone.
Lyra sat in the back of a wagon, her head heavy, her throat dry. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” Every bump in the road made her flinch. She could still see her brother’s face in her mind, the way he fell, the way Kael hadn’t even looked back.
The man himself rode ahead on a black horse, quiet and straight-backed. His silver eyes caught every bit of morning light. Even from far away, Lyra could feel his presence like a weight pressing on her chest.
She hated him.
She feared him.
But something deep inside her something wild couldn’t stop noticing him.
She bit her lip and looked away.
Hours passed before they stopped near a river. The guards whispered to each other but never spoke to her. When Kael dismounted, everyone went silent. Even the forest seemed to listen.
He walked toward her, slow and steady. Lyra’s hands trembled.
“Are you going to kill me now?” she asked, trying to sound brave.
Kael stopped a few steps away. His cloak was stained with dirt and blood, but his eyes were soft. “If I wanted to, little wolf,” he said softly, “you wouldn’t be speaking.”
“Then why take me?” she demanded. “You destroyed my pack. You have what you wanted.”
For a moment, he didn’t answer. His gaze moved over her face not cruelly, but as if searching for something he couldn’t name.
Finally, he said, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
He turned and walked away.
Something about the way he said it, quiet, almost tired made her chest ache. She wanted to hate him more, but she couldn’t stop feeling the strange pull between them. It was like an invisible thread, tightening whenever he was near.
When night came again, Lyra couldn’t sleep. The fire cracked beside her. Across the flames, Kael sat alone, watching the stars.
He looked less like a monster in that moment and more like a man who carried too many burden.
She didn’t understand it, but her heart softened just a little.
And that scared her more than anything else.
So she turned away, shut her eyes, and promised herself she would never fall for him.
Never.
They had just arrived at the Pack. The halls were cold and quiet when Kael walked through them. His men had stayed behind to guard the borders. He needed silence if only for a moment.
At the end of the hall, two women waited for him.
His mother, the old Luna, sat by the fire. Her hair was white now, her eyes still sharp. Beside her stood Serena, his future mate, the one chosen to rule beside him.
Serena smiled when she saw him, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“My Alpha returns,” she said softly. “Tell us, is it done?”
Kael took off his gloves, his hands still stained with dried blood. “The Vale Pack is gone,” he said. “No one will challenge the North again.”
His mother nodded slowly. “Good. The gods have blessed you, my son.”
Serena stepped closer. “And what of the girl I heard about?” she asked, her voice light, but her gaze sharp. “The Omega you brought back. Why keep her alive?”
Kael looked at the fire, not at her. “She’s of no threat. I’ll decide what to do with her later.”
Serena tilted her head. “You don’t keep trophies, Kael. You burn them. Unless she means something else to you.”
His jaw tightened. “Careful, Serena.”
The old Luna lifted a hand. “Enough. There’s been enough blood for one day.” She turned to her son. “You’ve done what needed to be done. But remember, the bond between Alpha and Luna must be clean. No weakness. No secrets.”
Kael nodded, though something inside him felt heavy.
“Yes, Mother.”
Serena stepped closer, her fingers brushing his arm. “Soon, the packs will gather to honor your victory,” she said sweetly. “And when that day comes, you will stand beside me. As Luna. As your equal.”
Kael met her eyes. They were beautiful, dark, clever, dangerous. But there was no warmth in them. Only hunger.
“I will stand beside you,” he said quietly.
But his mind drifted to the girl in the wagon, the one with fear and fire in her eyes.
For reasons he didn’t understand, her face wouldn’t leave his thoughts.
Serena smiled and leaned close. “Good,” she whispered. “Because if you don’t, I’ll find her myself. And I promise, she won’t survive long.”
Kael’s eyes darkened, but he said nothing.
***
Lyra woke to the sound of dripping water.
Her head ached, and the air smelled of stone and damp earth. When she opened her eyes, she saw gray walls lit by a single torch. She was lying on a rough bed of furs, her wrists no longer tied but still sore from the rope.
For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then it came back, the fire, the screams, him.
Kael Draven.
She sat up fast, her heart racing. A tray of food sat near the door, bread, meat, and water. She hadn’t eaten since the night her pack fell. Still, she hesitated. She didn’t trust anything from him.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Her breath caught.
The door opened, and Kael stepped inside.
He wasn’t wearing armor this time, only a black shirt and dark pants. His hair was still damp from the rain, and a small scar ran across his jaw. Even dressed simply, he looked like someone born to command.
Lyra backed away until her shoulders hit the wall.
“What do you want from me?” she whispered.
Kael stopped in the middle of the room. His eyes searched hers,
“Nothing,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Then let me go.”
He shook his head once. “You’re too valuable.”
“I’m no one,” she said, her voice breaking. “My pack is gone. I’m nothing.”
Kael’s gaze softened for just a second. “You’re wrong about that.”
Lyra frowned. “Why do you care?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned toward the door.
“Eat,” he said quietly. “You’ll need your strength.”
“For what?”
He paused in the doorway, his back to her.
“For what comes next.”
And then he was gone.
Lyra stared at the food, her heart beating too fast. She didn’t understand him, this cold, cruel Alpha who spared her life, who looked at her like she was both a problem and a secret he couldn’t solve.
She pulled her knees close and stared at the torchlight flickering on the wall.
Somewhere far above, she could hear the wolves howling again.
And though she didn’t know why, their song made her eyes fill with tears.
The bond she didn’t ask for was already stirring, quiet and heavy.
And deep down, Lyra knew her life has just worsened.
