The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Serena stood in her room early in the morning, staring at the small vial in her palm. The red liquid inside swirled slowly, almost alive.
This was her chance.
She opened a silver teapot and poured the potion inside, watching it mix with the tea leaves. The scent changed, stronger, bitter, like iron and herbs.
A small, satisfied smile touched her lips.
“Let’s see the moon save you now,” she whispered.
She rang a bell.
A maid entered quickly and bowed. “Yes, Lady Serena?”
“Take this to the Alpha,” Serena said, filling a cup with the tea. “Tell him it will help with stress. And do not tell him it came from me.”
“Yes, my lady.”
The maid hurried out, holding the tray carefully.
Serena watched her leave.
Today, everything would finally end.
The maid walked through the palace halls. But halfway down the corridor, she froze.
The air around the tea shimmered, almost like heat rising from fire.
Then a soft sound filled the hallway, like a deep breath being pulled away.
The tea glowed faintly.
The red haze of the potion lifted out of the cup like smoke rising, then vanished into the air, sucked away by an unseen force.
The maid gasped and stumbled back.
The tea sat still. Normal. Calm.
As if nothing had ever been there.
She stared, shaken. “Wh-what…”
But there was no time. She swallowed hard and kept moving.
***
Kael sat at his desk when she arrived, papers, maps, and patrol reports stacked before him. His jaw was tense, as if he hadn’t slept well.
“My lord,” the maid said softly, bowing. “Herbal tea. For stress.”
Kael looked up and took the cup. “Thank you.”
He drank it without suspicion.
Nothing happened.
He set the cup down, unaware of what it almost did, and what it failed to do.
Back in Serena’s room, she waited. She expected a scream. A howl. A sign the potion had worked.
Minutes passed.
Nothing.
She paced. “Why hasn’t anything happened…”
Then the realization hit her.
“No,” she whispered angrily. “No, no…”
The potion didn’t fail.
It was stopped.
The bond refused to break.
Serena’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and rage. “Impossible.”
She gripped the table edge so hard her knuckles turned white.
That omega that weak, useless girl, was protected by the moon itself.
And now Serena wasn’t just jealous.
She was scared.
Outside Serena’s window, the sky darkened suddenly, like a shadow passed over the sun for only a second.
Somewhere deep in the palace, Lyra gasped and clutched her chest as warmth shot through her arm where the mark glowed again, brighter this time.
Something powerful had just answered the attack.
***
The queen entered Serena’s chamber without knocking. Serena stood stiff, trying to calm her face, but it was too late, the queen already saw the panic in her eyes.
“We need to talk,” the queen said, voice firm.
Serena swallowed. “Of course, my lady.”
The queen shut the door behind her and stepped closer, looking her straight in the eye. “Did you use magic?”
Serena’s breath caught, but she forced her face still. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Do not lie to me,” the queen snapped quietly. “I smelled spell work in the hallway. Dark magic. And I know where it leads.”
Serena lowered her gaze, jaw tight. “I had to do something.”
“You risked the future of this pack,” the queen hissed. “Do you have any idea how dangerous moon magic is? If that potion had worked, it could have harmed Kael.”
Serena looked up fast, shocked. “I would never hurt him!”
“But you would kill the girl he is bound to,” the queen said sharply. “And you almost caused a curse to fall on this house.”
Serena flinched. She hadn’t thought that far. She acted from jealousy and fear, not reason.
“I won’t let her take my place,” Serena whispered, voice shaking. “I’ve waited my whole life.”
The queen stared at her for a long moment. “Control yourself. Or you will destroy more than you think.”
She left without giving Serena a chance to answer.
Serena stood frozen, eyes burning with frustration. She wasn’t going to give up. Not now. Not ever.
***
Down in the training courtyard, Lyra carried a stack of heavy armor plates across the yard. Her body still felt strange, stronger than yesterday, like energy buzzed beneath her skin.
Ronan saw her struggling and hurried toward her. “You shouldn’t lift that. It’s too heavy.”
Lyra tried to shake him off. “I can manage.”
One piece slipped suddenly, she grabbed it without thinking.
Instead of falling, the metal plate dropped into her hand like it weighed almost nothing. A few guards stopped and stared.
Ronan’s eyes widened. “Lyra… how did you…”
Lyra froze, realizing what she had done. She set the armor down quickly and stepped back, pretending her hands hurt.
“I don’t know,” she said fast. “Lucky catch.”
But her heart was racing. She knew lucky had nothing to do with it.
The whispers started right away.
“That was too heavy for her.”
“Omegas can’t lift that.”
“Something’s wrong with her.”
Lyra lowered her head and hurried away.
Ronan watched her go, worry deep in his eyes.
***
Serena rode deep into the woods again, anger pushing her forward. She reached the witch’s hut and stormed in.
“It didn’t work,” Serena said, voice tight and shaking. “The bond stopped it.”
The witch looked up slowly, not surprised at all. “I told you. Moon bonds are protected.”
“Then give me something stronger,” Serena said. “I don’t care the cost.”
The witch walked over to a locked chest and opened it. Inside lay a small black stone that seemed to swallow light around it.
“This is not to break the bond,” the witch said. “It is to break her.”
Serena stared at it, breath uneven. “Will it kill her?”
“It will destroy her spirit… her strength… her place in the world,” the witch whispered. “She will live, but as nothing. Forgotten. Weak again. You will be safe.”
Serena didn’t think twice. She reached for it.
The witch grabbed her wrist. “If you use this, the moon will punish you.”
Serena’s eyes hardened. “I don’t care.”
The witch released her slowly. “Very well. But once the stone touches her… nothing can save her.”
Serena clutched the stone and walked out.
***
A maid approached Lyra quietly in the hallway as she finished setting down armor in the storage room.
“Lyra… Lady Althea wants to see you. Alone.”
Lyra’s stomach tightened. “Now?”
“Yes. Come quickly.”
Lyra wiped her hands on her apron and followed her through the palace, trying not to look nervous. When they reached a private sitting room, the maid bowed and left.
Lyra stepped inside.
Althea sat near the window, hands folded neatly. She didn’t speak at first, she studied Lyra like she was solving a puzzle.
Lyra bowed slightly. “You asked for me, my lady.”
Althea nodded once. “Sit.”
Lyra sat across from her.
“I have questions,” Althea said. “And I want honest answers.”
Lyra clasped her fingers together. “I will try.”
“Do you feel… different lately?” Althea asked. “Stronger? Faster? Unusual in any way?”
Lyra’s heart thudded. She swallowed hard. “No, my lady.”
Her voice wavered slightly. She hoped Althea didn’t notice.
But she did. Her eyes narrowed.
“Lying does not help you,” Althea said softly. “Whatever is happening to you, it is not normal for an omega.”
Lyra lowered her gaze. “I don’t know what it is.”
“You are connected to my son, aren’t you?” Althea asked quietly. “More than you should be.”
Lyra flinched. “I don’t want to cause trouble. I didn’t choose anything.”
Althea leaned forward just slightly. “Listen carefully. Bonds are dangerous when they change power. They can break kingdoms. They can destroy wolves. If you care about my son, stay cautious.”
Lyra looked up, eyes stinging, but not cowardly. “I do care about him.”
Althea saw it, real love, not fear or confusion.
She exhaled. “Be careful, child. That bond will not protect you from everyone.”
Lyra nodded slowly. “I understand.”
Althea didn’t smile, but her tone softened. “Go.”
Lyra stood, bowed again, and left the room quietly.
***
Kael found Lyra later near the garden path, carrying fresh towels for the training hall. He stopped in front of her, blocking her way.
“We need to talk,” he said.
Lyra looked up at him. Her eyes were tired, a little shaken, but when she saw him, some warmth returned to them.
“What is it?” she asked.
He stepped closer. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“I had work,” she whispered.
“That’s not why.”
Lyra held the towels against her chest and looked away. “A lot is happening. It’s… confusing.”
Kael gently lifted her chin so she looked at him again. His voice was soft but serious. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. Or what they want. I know what I feel.”
Lyra’s breath caught. “Kael…”
“I am not confused,” he said quietly. “I care about you. More than I expected. More than I should.”
Lyra’s heart raced. She couldn’t hide anything now. “I feel the same,” she admitted. “Even before… all this.”
His expression softened.
He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “Good.”
Lyra’s voice trembled a little. “But it won’t be easy.”
“I don’t want easy,” he said. “I want you.”
She didn’t answer, she just stepped closer and let her forehead touch his chest, hands holding the towels tightly.
Kael gently wrapped a hand behind her neck, his thumb brushing her skin.
“I’ll protect you,” he murmured,
Lyra nodded against him, even if fear still lingered somewhere inside her.
TBC
