The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Lyra was still sitting on the edge of her bed when she heard voices in the hallway. A shadow passed by her door, followed by firm footsteps. The doorknob turned before she could rise.
Kael stepped inside and froze.
Ronan had only taken a few steps away from the door. He turned when he heard it open.
Kael’s eyes flicked from Ronan to Lyra inside the room. His jaw tightened hard enough to show the muscle in his cheek. Lyra quickly stood.
“Kael,” Ronan said first, “I was checking on her. Nothing more.”
“I did not ask.”
Ronan held his stare for a moment, then nodded once and walked off down the hall without another word. Kael watched him go.
The door closed behind Kael, leaving the room tense. He didn’t move at first. Just stood there, breathing slow, shoulders tight.
Lyra swallowed, unsure whether to step closer or stay where she was.
“He was here alone with you,” Kael said quietly.
“He was only making sure I was alright,” she replied firmly.
Kael’s eyes finally lifted to hers. There was no anger, but something sharper. Possessiveness. Hurt he did not want to admit. A hint of fear, like he thought he might lose something he had only just started to have.
“I do not like the idea of him being alone in your room,” Kael said.
Lyra answered honestly. “Nothing happened.”
“I know. Ronan would never disrespect you.” Kael paused, voice dropping lower. “Or me.”
It wasn’t just jealousy. It was vulnerability he did not know how to hide. He took a slow step toward her. Lyra’s breath hitched, not because she feared him, but because she felt the storm in him.
“I am still getting used to this,” he said. “To you. To whatever is happening between us. And I do not like sharing what I… care about.”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but Lyra understood it anyway. His voice alone warmed her chest.
Before either could say more, loud footsteps filled the hall. Raised voices followed.
Kael turned as the door flew open. A guard bowed quickly.
“My lord, forgive me. The Council of Nobles has gathered in the main hall. They demand answers.”
Kael’s expression sharpened in an instant. “Regarding?”
The guard swallowed. “Your decision to elevate Lady Lyra. They say it breaks tradition. Some nobles claim favoritism. Others fear you intend to change the pack structure.”
Lyra felt her stomach twist.
Kael’s eyes narrowed, “Tell them I will be there immediately.”
The guard left. Kael turned back to Lyra for a brief moment.
“They think they can question my judgment.” His voice was calm, but dangerous. “They forget who leads them.”
Lyra stepped closer before she could stop herself. “I did not want to cause trouble.”
Kael looked at her like she said something ridiculous. “You did nothing.”
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear in a slow, deliberate motion.
“They challenge me because they fear change. And they fear you.”
Lyra’s heart flipped. Kael held her gaze, then pulled his hand back reluctantly.
“Stay in your room for now,” he said. “It will be safer.”
“And you?” she asked quietly.
He smirked slightly,“I am Alpha. I do not hide.”
He opened the door, glanced back at her once more, and walked out.
Lyra stood alone again, but everything felt different.
Lyra realized this battle was not only hers. It was his too.
***
Kael walked into the council chamber with calm steps. The room went silent. Twelve nobles sat around the long stone table, their faces tight and serious.
Lord Feralt, oldest and most stubborn of the nobles, stood first.
“We request clarity, Alpha,” he said. “Why has a servant girl been elevated to noble rank overnight?”
Kael took his seat at the head of the table, fingers resting on the carved armrests.
“Her name is Lady Lyra,” he replied. “And her elevation was my decision.”
Lady Renise leaned forward. “But she has no lineage. No backing. She is not trained, nor proven.”
“It is an insult to noble blood,” another muttered.
Kael looked at each of them slowly. “I choose who holds status in my territory. Not tradition. Not whispers.”
Lord Feralt slammed his palm on the table. “This is not a mate you proudly claimed. This is a servant you lifted for unknown reasons. It weakens your authority.”
Kael’s voice dropped. “My authority is not up for debate.”
A cold silence followed.
Then the doors opened again.
Serena walked in.
Her gown trailed behind her like a river of pearls. Her face was sweet and calm, but her eyes burned when she looked at Kael.
“I heard there was a meeting,” she said softly. “I hope I am not intruding.”
Lord Feralt nodded gratefully. “Lady Serena, your presence is welcome. You are, after all, the future Luna.”
Kael’s gaze hardened but Serena only smiled and joined the table.
“I am concerned,” she said in a gentle voice. “The kingdom speaks. They wonder if the Alpha is… distracted. If his judgment is being influenced.”
Kael sat forward. “Serena.”
She blinked innocently. “I only want what is best for the pack. We all do.”
Another noble spoke, emboldened by her presence. “We cannot allow favoritism to disrupt order. We demand a formal vote to restrict sudden elevation of status.”
Kael’s eyes turned sharp. “You are voting on whether I am allowed to make decisions as Alpha?”
Lord Feralt drew a breath. “We are protecting the pack from instability.”
Kael stood. The room stiffened.
“You will not meddle in my choices. Lady Lyra remains under my protection. Anyone who challenges that challenges me.”
Serena folded her hands politely. “Of course, Alpha. But remember… if the nobles lose faith, chaos follows.”
Kael stared right at her. “I do not require your warning.”
He left the room without waiting for a dismissal. Nobles whispered. Serena sat quietly, hiding her satisfaction behind a soft smile.
***
Night fell by the time Kael reached the palace halls.
He stopped at Lyra’s door and knocked once. When she opened it, the tension in his shoulders eased a little without him meaning to show it.
“You are back,” she said.
“Yes.”
He stepped inside. She noticed the tightness in his jaw, the way his hand flexed once before relaxing.
“It went badly?”
“It went as expected,” he answered. “Nobles pretending to protect the kingdom while protecting their pride.”
She waited, not pushing questions. That alone calmed him more than anything had all day.
Kael sat on the couch by the window. Lyra moved closer, not too close, but not distant either.
“I heard them,” he said. “I heard how they spoke of you. Like you are a threat simply by existing.”
Lyra lowered her gaze. “I never wanted trouble.”
“Trouble came before you,” Kael replied. “You did not create it.”
For a moment they just sat there without speaking. He slowly reached for her hand. She hesitated only a second before letting him hold it.
His voice softened. “Being near you clears my head. That is why they hate it. Because you change me, and they are afraid of change.”
Lyra’s heartbeat skipped. “And you? Are you afraid too?”
He turned his head to look at her fully. “I am more afraid of losing you than anything they plan.”
That stunned her silent. Kael didn’t let go of her hand. If anything, he held it tighter.
“This is only the beginning,” he murmured. “They will push harder. They will try to corner us.”
“Then we face it,” she said quietly,
His chest rose with a slow breath. He moved his other hand to her cheek, thumb brushing gently.
“Lyra.”
Hearing her name in his voice like that made warmth curl in her stomach. He leaned closer. Their foreheads touched.
He didn’t kiss her yet. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hunger. It was need.
“I am tired of pretending I feel nothing,” he said. “I am tired of fighting myself.”
Lyra didn’t pull back. “Then stop fighting.”
Kael finally kissed her. Slow at first, then deeper,
When they pulled away, both breathless, Kael rested his forehead against hers again.
“You are mine,” he whispered. “And I do not care who stands against it.”
***
Lyra fell asleep with warmth still on her lips from Kael’s kiss.
But deep in the night, her room turned cold.
A low growl echoed, sharp enough to yank her out of sleep. Her eyes opened and she froze. A dark wolf stood at the foot of her bed, teeth bared, eyes burning with rage.
Her heart slammed painfully. She scrambled backward as the wolf leapt. Its claws ripped the sheets where she had been lying a second before.
“Help!” she cried, crawling toward the door.
The wolf crashed into her, shoving her to the ground. She grabbed a piece of wood from the broken side table and shoved it into its mouth just as it snapped down. It shook its head violently, hurling her across the floor.
The bedroom doors burst open. Guards stormed in. The wolf jumped back, snarled, then leapt through the window, shattering it and disappearing into the darkness.
Glass littered the floor. Lyra sat shaking, breathing fast and shallow.
A guard knelt beside her. “My lady, stay with me.”
But Lyra’s vision blurred. Pain pulsed in her head, sharp and burning. She clutched her temples as a voice burst through her mind like a scream buried for years.
“You are forgetting.”
Lyra froze,
“He killed your family.”
Her heart dropped hard. A truth she knew, one she had locked away because she wanted something she never should.
“You watched them die. You saw your pack fall. And yet you let him kiss you.”
Lyra squeezed her eyes shut. Tears stung, not from fear but from shame. She whispered, voice cracking, “Stop.”
Images flashed:
Her mother’s hand slipping from hers.
Her brother falling in front of her.
Blood on snow.
She saw it. She lived it. And she still let herself feel something for him.
“You betrayed them. You betrayed your pack.”
Lyra shook her head, choking on breath. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want…” Words broke in her throat.
“He ruined your life. And now you are falling for him.”
A sob caught in her chest. “I know,” she whispered. “I know.”
“You will take revenge. Or you will be nothing.”
Silence crashed down. The voice faded, leaving only the sound of her shaking breaths.
The guards watched her, confused and helpless. Lyra pulled her knees up and hugged herself tightly, staring at the broken window.
She remembered everything, she tried so hard to forget
She hated him.
She loved him.
She wished she felt only one of those things.
Now both were tearing her apart.
And she finally understood
Her greatest enemy wasn’t Kael.
It was her heart…
TBC
