The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Council Chamber — Morning
Kael stood at the head of the long war table, maps spread before him. Beta Ronan and several council warriors listened as he discussed border patrols and rogue sightings.
“Strengthen the eastern ridge watch. I want…”
The doors slammed open.
Everyone turned.
Serena stood there, breathing hard, anger in her eyes. Her elegant gown swayed behind her like a storm cloud. The room froze, no one ever barged into a council meeting.
Especially not her.
“Alpha Kael,” she announced, voice shaking with outrage, “we need to talk.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. He did not look surprised only tired.
“This is not the time,” he said coldly.
“Oh, I think it is,” Serena snapped, stepping inside. “You made a servant a lady? A girl of no rank? No family? No standing? Without even informing me?”
Murmurs rose among the council.
Kael kept his calm.
“It is my right as Alpha.”
Serena’s eyes burned. “It is a disgrace! To me, to our promise, to the pack. You raise her, and you shame your future Luna.”
The council stiffened. Ronan stared at her with thin patience.
Kael’s gaze hardened.
“You are not Luna yet.”
Serena’s breath caught. Color rushed to her cheeks, humiliation, anger, jealousy all twisting together.
“You are making a fool of me,” she hissed. “For her.”
Kael’s voice dropped,
“Watch your tone.”
Serena swallowed, chest rising fast.
“If you continue protecting that girl,” she spat, “you will ruin this pack. She will be the end of you.”
Kael’s expression didn’t change.
“Leave. Now.”
Serena stared at him like she didn’t recognize him. Her eyes shimmered with hurt, then turned cold again.
“This isn’t over,” she whispered, before storming out as fast as she entered.
Silence choked the room.
Ronan cleared his throat gently. “Shall we continue, Alpha?”
Kael nodded once, but his focus was already gone.
His mind had left the strategy table.
It was with Lyra.
Servant Wing — Back Hall
Lyra carried folded linens toward the staff laundry room. She tried to keep her head down, but whispers surrounded her everywhere she walked.
She forced herself not to react.
But Ephra stepped into her path before she reached the door, blocking her way.
Her arms crossed, face hard.
“So,” Ephra said coldly, “you rise just like that. From scrubbing floors to Lady Lyra. Didn’t take long, did it?”
Lyra held the linens tight. “I never asked…”
“Oh, I know,” Ephra cut in, voice dripping sarcasm. “Poor little Lyra. Weak and quiet. Suddenly blessed by the Alpha.”
Lyra swallowed.
“I don’t want trouble.”
Ephra leaned close.
“You should. Because you created it.”
Lyra flinched.
Ephra’s smile was sharp and cruel.
“You don’t belong here. And mark my words, titles don’t protect girls like you.”
Before Lyra could speak, someone shouted down the hall:
“Lady Lyra!”
Two palace guards approached. Ephra’s smirk fell instantly.
Lyra blinked nervously
“Yes?”
“You are to come with us,” the taller guard said. “The Alpha has ordered your quarters be changed immediately.”
Ephra’s jaw clenched hard. Jealousy burned clear in her eyes now.
Lyra nodded shakily. “Alright.”
She followed the guards up the wide staircase the same one she once never dared to step on.
Behind her, Ephra stood frozen, fists tight at her sides, rage boiling.
Lyra… a lady.
Higher than her.
She will make her life miserable.
The guards led Lyra down a corridor she had only seen from afar, polished floors, golden sconces, rooms for nobles and high-ranking wolves.
They stopped at three doors.
“You may choose your room,” one guard said.
Lyra stared at them, stunned. She never imagined choosing a room instead of being assigned a broom closet.
She stepped into the first room — a soft silver color, warm light, a balcony overlooking the training yard.
Her breath caught. It felt unreal.
The guards waited patiently.
“For your comfort, Lady Lyra,” one said gently.
Lyra finally spoke quietly.
“I’ll take this one.”
The guards bowed and left her to settle in.
Lyra walked slowly inside, fingers brushing the bed, the desk, the curtains. Everything felt like a dream she had no right to have.
She stood on the balcony and looked down at the pack grounds. Wolves trained below. Servants hurried about. Everything looked different from up here.
Calmer.
But also lonelier.
This was the price of rising.
She rested her hands on the balcony rail.
Life had changed in a single night.
Lyra’s fingers traced the carved edges of the wardrobe. The room felt untouched and quiet, like it had been waiting for someone. She did not know if she deserved such a space, but the softness of the rug under her feet and the gentle sunlight warming the curtains made her want to breathe again. Truly breathe. Not like a servant stealing air between orders, but like someone allowed to exist.
A soft knock sounded.
Elin slipped in, arms full of folded fabrics and soft pillows. Her face lit up the moment she saw Lyra.
“There you are. I thought maybe the guards got lost and left you in the ballroom.” Elin giggled as she set the pillows on the bed. “This room is bigger than my aunt’s entire cottage. You are going to live like a princess now.”
Lyra laughed, though nerves tugged at her chest. “It feels overwhelming. I do not know what to do with all this space.”
“You fill it,” Elin said brightly. “With comfort. With things you love.”
Together they moved around the room. Elin fluffed pillows and fussed with curtains until the light fell perfectly across the bed. Lyra placed the few belongings she had on the dresser. A small ribbon. A hairbrush worn smooth from use. A book she had always kept hidden so no one would take it.
Elin paused and stared at the small collection. “We will get you more. You will have dresses and books and real shoes. You will not hide anything again.”
Lyra felt warmth swell in her chest. “I am grateful. Truly.”
Elin bumped her shoulder with a grin. “You earned this. The rest of them can choke on their jealousy.”
Lyra blinked, startled by her bluntness, then began laughing. It felt good.
They spent the next hour making the room feel like hers. Elin spread a soft throw over the bed and braided ribbons into the curtains like they were decorating a festival booth. When they finished, the room looked beautiful.
Elin wiped her hands on her apron with a proud smile. “There. Now it fits you. Soft and fierce at the same time.”
Lyra smiled. “Thank you. For everything.”
Elin pulled her into a hug, tight and reassuring. “You are not alone. Remember that.”
Lyra held on for a second longer before letting go. “I hope everyone sees it that way.”
Elin scoffed. “Who cares if they do. The Alpha sees it. That is enough.”
The words slipped into Lyra’s heart like warm tea. Enough. She did not know if she truly believed she deserved that place beside Kael, but she wanted to. More than anything.
Elin squeezed her hand once more and left to finish her duties. Lyra stood alone in her new room again. It felt less intimidating now.
Later, Lyra stepped into the hallway to take a walk. She told herself she wanted to get familiar with the area, but her heart knew the truth. She hoped she might catch a glimpse of Kael.
Footsteps echoed ahead. Lyra pressed against the wall as two maids walked by, unaware she was there. Their voices carried in the still corridor.
“I cannot believe she is here. Just walking around like she owns the place.”
“She thinks being the Alpha’s little favorite makes her noble. What a joke.”
“It will not last,” the first maid whispered sharply. “Serena is furious. She will make sure that girl regrets ever stepping into this palace.”
“She already has plans. Did you hear? She is talking to some of the guards. The ones loyal to her side.”
Lyra’s breath froze in her chest.
“She will be gone soon,” the second maid continued. “One way or another. Serena always wins.”
They walked off, footsteps fading.
Lyra stood still, hands trembling.
So it was not just whispers. Not just jealousy. Serena was planning something real. Something dangerous.
Lyra pressed a hand to her chest and took a slow breath. For a moment she wished she could run back to her servant clothes and hide again. Back when no one cared enough to destroy her.
But she was not that girl anymore.
She lifted her chin slowly. Fear trembled inside her, but beneath it something stronger stirred.
She would not break.
Not for Serena
Not for anyone.
If she was rising, she would rise with her head high.
And she would fight for her place.
For her dignity.
For him.
Lyra turned back toward her room. She would not let fear swallow this new life. Not when she had finally begun to live it.
Not when she had love blooming in her heart and a bond she could no longer deny.
Serena may have declared war, but Lyra was no longer defenseless.
Not anymore.
***
Kael was reviewing patrol reports in his office when a guard knocked lightly and stepped aside, revealing Queen Althea. She closed the door behind her. Kael stood automatically, straightening.
“Mother.”
“Sit.” Her voice held no warmth.
Kael obeyed, tension settling over the room. Althea walked to the window, fingers clasped in front of her, gaze fixed outside like the gardens held all the answers.
“She has been moved to a noble chamber.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “Yes.”
“And you approved it.”
“I did.”
A slow breath left her, “You are changing the hierarchy of this palace for her.”
“I am giving her what she deserves.”
Althea turned. “Do not confuse sympathy with destiny. Your duty comes first. Our world depends on your choices.”
Kael’s tone lowered. “I know my duty.”
“Then explain why your decisions are being guided by a girl who was a servant only days ago.”
He met her gaze. “This is not about station. It is about truth. She belongs here.”
Althea stared at him long enough to read the truth he did not say aloud.
Her voice softened in a way that made it hurt worse. “Kael… love blinds faster than magic. And bonds can destroy as much as they unite.”
“It will not destroy us.”
“I pray you are right.” She paused. “Because if you are wrong, both kingdoms will pay the price.”
Althea left without another word. The door shut quietly.
Kael leaned back, hands clasped tightly. He did not like being questioned. Yet part of him understood her fear. If anything happened to Lyra now, the thought alone twisted something deep in him.
He exhaled slowly and rubbed his jaw.
He needed to see her.
***
Lyra had just finished setting her things into drawers when a knock sounded. She expected Elin again, but when she opened the door, Ronan stood there, hands in his pockets.
“Lyra.”
“Ronan. Come in.”
He stepped inside, glancing around. “So this is the new room. Looks better on you than the servant quarters ever did.”
She gave a soft smile. “It still feels strange.”
He nodded, leaning casually against the table, though he looked like he had a thousand things in his head. “I heard about what Serena tried earlier. And about the tension in the servant wing. You need to be careful.”
Lyra lowered her gaze. “I know.”
“No.” His voice grew firmer. “You do not. People in this palace are loyal to status. You are stepping into a battlefield.”
Lyra looked up, surprised by the intensity in his eyes.
“I do not want anything to happen to you,” he said quietly.
Her heart tugged with guilt and gratitude. “Thank you, Ronan. You are a good friend.”
His jaw flexed, just for a second. Not hurt, but something close. He studied her like he wished the word friend was something else.
“I will always protect you,” he said. “Even if you do not ask.”
Before she could respond, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Ronan straightened and opened the door a crack. It was just a maid passing.
He turned back to her. “If anyone threatens you, if you feel unsafe, you tell me first. Not the guards. Not the other maids. Me.”
Lyra nodded. “I promise.”
He softened, relief showing in his eyes. “Good.”
For a moment, the room felt too quiet. Ronan cleared his throat and stepped toward the door.
“Rest. You need it.”
“Ronan.”
He paused.
“Thank you. Truly.”
He gave a small smile. “Anytime.”
He left, closing the door gently behind him.
Lyra stood alone again, a swirl of emotions in her chest. Gratitude and guilt for him. And beneath all of it, the pull that only one man had the power to stir.
Kael.
She sank onto the edge of her bed, pressing her palms to her knees wishing none of this had happened to her in the first place.
TBC
