The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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The palace gardens were quiet in the morning. Althea stood near the fountain, hands folded, watching the water ripple. She did not look peaceful.
Serena walked up fast, excited as always, dress trailing behind her.
“My Queen, we must speak. The Luna ceremony should be soon. The pack needs…”
Althea raised her hand. Serena stopped talking right away.
“The decision is Kael’s,” Althea said calmly.
Serena forced a smile. “He is only unsure. He will agree when…”
“No.” Althea’s tone dropped colder. “You will not push him.”
Serena’s smile faltered.
Althea’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Do not make me repeat myself.”
Serena bowed her head, her face tight with anger she tried to hide. “Yes, my Queen.”
Althea watched her for one more second, then turned and walked away, leaving Serena standing alone.
Serena’s hands curled into fists. Her eyes burned with frustration.
***
Elin sat on the edge of her bed later that day, brushing her hair softly. Alin stood near the window, pacing.
“You have to stop,” Alin said, “Everyone is watching. If you stay close to Lyra, you will ruin yourself.”
Elin sighed. “I already told you. I won’t leave her.”
“You think this is a game?” Alin snapped. “You think kindness will save you? It won’t.”
Elin’s voice stayed calm. “She has no one.”
“That is not your problem!” Alin shouted.
Elin stood. “Do you even hear yourself anymore?”
Alin blinked, shocked. Elin never raised her voice. Not at her.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Elin said quietly, face soft again. “But I can’t pretend she doesn’t exist.”
Tears filled Alin’s eyes, but she looked away, jaw shaking.
“Then you’re a fool,” she whispered. “And I can’t help you.”
She walked out quickly.
Elin sat back down. She didn’t cry. She just stared at the floor for a long time.
***
Night came.
Lyra lay on her thin mattress, staring at the ceiling, tired bones aching. The room was dim and cold, quiet except for distant footsteps in the halls.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
Lyra tensed. Servants didn’t visit each other at night. That meant trouble… or something else.
She slowly sat up.
The door opened a little, and a figure stepped inside, closing it carefully behind them.
Moonlight through the window showed a face.
Ronan.
He held a small bundle of cloth, food, water, and a folded blanket.
He didn’t speak. He just set them on the floor near her bed.
Lyra stared, confused, “Why?”
Ronan didn’t answer right away.
“You look like you need it,” he said quietly.
He turned to leave.
“Thank you,” Lyra whispered.
Ronan paused only a second, then left without another word.
The door closed softly.
She pulled the blanket into her lap and held it, unsure why her cheeks were flushed red
***
Ronan walked down the hallway after leaving Lyra’s room. His mind wasn’t at rest. His face stayed calm, like always, but something restless sat inside him.
He didn’t understand it.
He had seen servants suffer before. He never cared much. It was normal.
But Lyra… something about her made his thoughts twist.
He hated how that bothered him.
Inside his small warrior quarters, he sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees. The room was silent.
Why did he care?
He had no answer. And that frustrated him more.
Ronan stood up again, unable to stay still. He grabbed his sword and stepped outside into the training yard. The night air was cold, biting his skin, but he didn’t mind.
He swung his sword again and again, fast and sharp. Muscles burned. Breath deepened. He moved with control, but his thoughts scattered all over the place.
Lyra’s face kept slipping into his mind. The way she sat on that thin bed. The quiet way she said “thank you.” No hope in her voice. No anger either.
Just… tired pain she didn’t show to anyone.
Ronan stopped swinging and stared up at the moon, chest rising and falling.
“I should stay away,” he whispered to himself.
But his hands tightened on the sword.
He knew he wouldn’t.
He trained until sweat ran down his neck and his arms shook a little from effort. Only then did the tightness in his chest ease.
Finally, he walked back inside, silent as a shadow.
Ronan closed his door and sat on his bed again.
He didn’t know what he wanted. To protect her? To understand her? He only knew one thing:
He could not ignore her anymore.
And that was dangerous.
He lay down, staring at the ceiling. Sleep didn’t come fast. His last thought before drifting off was simple and unwelcome.
Why her?
***
Morning training filled the yard with the sound of swords hitting wooden posts. Warriors moved in rows, breathing hard, dust rising under their feet. The sun was warm, and the air smelled like dirt.
Kael walked by, watching them. His face was calm, but his muscles were tense like he had not rested well. He was halfway across the yard when he slowed down without meaning to.
Lyra was at the well, lifting two heavy buckets. Her arms shook as she tried to balance them. She looked pale and tired, like she had not eaten enough or slept at all. A dark bruise marked her wrist, and her dress hung loose around her thin body. Sweat stuck strands of hair to her cheek.
One of the buckets slipped a little. She caught it quickly, but the water splashed over her skirt.
Kael stopped walking.
Lyra noticed him and bowed her head right away. “My Lord.”
Her voice was soft and worn out. She did not lift her eyes.
“You look tired,” Kael said. The words came out flat, almost blunt.
Lyra kept her gaze down. “I can work, Alpha.”
He looked at her hands. They shook harder as she tried to lift the buckets again. The bruise on her wrist stood out even more as her fingers tightened around the handle.
“You cannot keep moving like that,” Kael said. “It will only make things worse.”
Lyra swallowed and nodded. She lifted the buckets again, even though her arms trembled badly. She did not look at him. She only tried to walk.
Kael watched her take a few slow steps. Something in his chest felt tight, and he did not understand why. He turned away quickly, his jaw tight, and continued toward the castle.
Before he reached the entrance, a guard hurried toward him, breathing fast.
“Alpha,” the guard said, voice tense. “You need to come at once.”
Kael stopped. “For what reason.”
“It is about the omega girl,” the guard said quietly. “Lyra.”
Kael’s face changed. His eyes sharpened. “What happened.”
The guard hesitated, nervous to speak. “I cannot say here. You need to see it.”
Kael’s pulse picked up. He did not wait for more. He walked fast in the direction the guard pointed, his steps loud and sure across the stone path.
Whatever happened, it was serious.
And he was already angry before he reached the door.
***
Kael followed the guard quickly through the hallway, He did not ask more questions. The guard looked shaken, and that was enough to make his pace faster.
They reached a small storage area behind the kitchen. Two other servants stood outside, whispering nervously and glancing at the door. They bowed quickly when Kael approached.
“Inside,” the guard whispered.
Kael pushed the door open.
Lyra was on the ground, lying on one side. A stack of folded linens had fallen near her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow but steady. She looked like she fainted from exhaustion.
But that was not what froze Kael in place.
A faint, soft light glowed across her left shoulder. It moved like mist, pale silver, forming a small mark that almost looked like a moon. It flickered gently, then faded as if shrinking into her skin.
By the time Kael blinked, the glow was gone.
Lyra lay still again, weak and quiet like nothing had happened.
The maids near him trembled. One whispered, “We did not touch her, Alpha. She just fell.”
Kael stared at Lyra, He did not know what he saw, but he knew this was not normal. Not sickness. Not simple weakness.
Something else.
He turned to the guard. “Get a healer. Now.”
The guard rushed out. Kael stayed for a moment longer, looking at Lyra’s face. Her breathing stayed light.
Whatever this was, it would not stay quiet for long.
Kael left the room, closing the door behind him. He started thinking about a lot of things.
Something was changing.
And he did not like surprises in his pack.
***
Lyra woke up slowly, feeling cold stone under her cheek. Her head ached, and her body felt like she had been running for hours. When she opened her eyes, the room spun a little.
She pushed herself up, confused. A soft blanket had been placed under her head. Someone cared enough to do that, though she didn’t know who.
She heard footsteps outside.
The healer entered first, carrying herbs and smelling like mint. He checked her pulse, her eyes, her breathing.
“You fainted,” he said. “Your body is weak. You need rest.”
Lyra nodded quietly, not speaking much.
The healer kept looking at her shoulder for a moment, like he expected something to be there. When he didn’t find anything, he frowned a little but said nothing.
After he left, Lyra sat alone in the quiet room. She rubbed her shoulder without knowing why. It felt normal now. Just skin.
But something about today felt different, like she had crossed a line she didn’t know existed.
Kael stepped inside. He looked at her for a long moment before speaking.
“What happened to you.”
It was not a gentle question. It was direct, cold, and filled with suspicion.
Lyra lowered her gaze. “I do not know, Alpha.”
Kael watched her a moment longer, searching for something in her face.
“Do not lie,” he said quietly.
Lyra shook her head, tired and confused. “I am not.”
Kael stood there, silent, thinking. She didn’t understand what he wanted or what he feared.
There was a soft knock at the door, interrupting him.
A guard leaned inside. “Alpha, the council is waiting. They say it is urgent.”
Kael didn’t look away from Lyra at first. Then he finally stepped back.
“This is not finished, also get her another healer” he said simply.
He left the room, and the door closed behind him.
Lyra sat still, feeling the weight of those words settle over her like cold water.
She did not know what happened to her.
She did not know why she fainted.
But now, more eyes were watching her.
And this time, she was not invisible anymore.
TBC
