The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Lyra kept her hood up as she walked down the silent hallway toward the royal library. The guards bowed slightly, recognizing her new title, but she didn’t stop to greet them. Her hands were cold, and her heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
She needed to know what was happening to her. The mark, the voice, the bond, none of it made sense anymore.
The library doors creaked open, and she slipped inside. The smell of old paper and dust surrounded her. Shelves stretched from one end of the hall to the other, filled with scrolls and thick leather-bound books.
She lit a small lantern and moved between the aisles, scanning the spines. Her eyes caught a section marked Ancient Moonline Records. She pulled one of the heavier books free and laid it on the table.
“Moon Bonds and Bloodlines,” she read aloud, tracing the title with her fingers.
As she flipped through the pages, strange symbols and drawings of wolves filled the parchment. Most of it was written in an older dialect, but one part stood out in clear words:
When the Moon’s Mark burns, two fates begin to fight. The bond that heals can also destroy. Only truth can free the cursed heart.
Lyra frowned. “Cursed heart?”
She turned another page. The text was torn, parts of it missing. The rest was written in a language she couldn’t understand. She tried again with another book, this one thinner, labeled The Forgotten Lineages.
Halfway through, she found a passage about lost packs and a ritual of binding through blood and moonlight. A mark that tied enemies together as punishment.
Her breath caught. “Enemies…”
She closed the book quickly, feeling dizzy. Was that what the Moon Goddess had done? Bound her to Kael as punishment for what he had done to her pack?
She looked around, suddenly afraid someone might see her. The thought of Kael finding out made her chest tighten. She pushed the books back and blew out the lantern before hurrying out of the library.
Later that Afternoon
Across the palace, Serena stood in her chamber, brushing her long hair while two maids whispered behind her.
“Have you heard?” one of them said quietly. “There was an attack on the Northern Border.”
Serena’s hand paused mid-stroke. “An attack?”
“Yes, my lady. They said the Alpha sent Ronan and a few soldiers already. No one knows who the attackers were.”
Serena’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Interesting.”
She set down the brush and turned to face them. “And where was Lady Lyra during all this?”
The maids exchanged a quick look. “She was seen heading toward the library this morning,” one answered.
“The library?” Serena repeated. “How convenient.”
She dismissed the maids with a wave of her hand and walked to the window, watching the dark forest in the distance. A small spark of satisfaction flickered in her chest.
If she could turn this incident into suspicion, make everyone believe Lyra had something to do with it, then Kael’s sympathy for her would shatter.
She smiled faintly. “Let the border bleed a little,” she whispered. “It will be enough to stain her name.”
Serena turned from the window, “Send word to the council,” she said to her maid as she left the room. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” “Tell them I have information about the attack. It concerns our dear Lady Lyra.”
***
Lyra had barely returned to her chamber when two guards appeared at her door.
“Lady Lyra,” one said, bowing slightly. “The council has summoned you to the main hall.”
She frowned, confused. “The council? Why?”
They didn’t answer, only gestured for her to follow. Her heart beat faster as she walked through the corridor. When they reached the tall doors, one of the guards pushed them open, and Lyra stepped inside.
The great council hall was already full. Warriors stood along the walls, council members sat at the long table, and at the center, Queen Althea sat with her calm, unreadable face. Serena stood beside her, dressed in pale gold, her expression too innocent to be real.
Lyra bowed. “You sent for me, my Queen?”
Althea’s voice was firm. “Yes. Sit, Lady Lyra.”
Lyra obeyed, her palms damp.
A gray-haired councilman leaned forward. “There was an attack at the Northern Border last night. Several guards were killed. We believe it was planned, not random.”
Lyra blinked. “Planned? What does that have to do with me?”
Serena’s eyes glimmered. “We are only seeking truth, my lady. But some claim they saw you near the outer halls that same night. Near the old tower that overlooks the forest.”
Lyra’s mouth parted. “That’s not true. I never went anywhere near the tower.”
Another council member spoke up. “The guards reported hearing movement. One of them thought he saw your silhouette through the window before the attack began.”
Lyra’s throat tightened. “That’s impossible. I was in my room. Ask the guards stationed outside my door.”
Serena folded her hands gracefully. “Perhaps you only went for a walk. But the timing is… concerning, isn’t it?”
Lyra turned to Althea, desperate. “Your Majesty, please, I had nothing to do with any attack.”
The Queen watched her carefully. There was no anger in her eyes, only quiet suspicion mixed with something like pity. “I will confirm your words with your guards,” she said finally. “Until then, I expect you to remain within the palace grounds.”
Lyra nodded quickly, trying to keep her voice steady. “Of course.”
She rose and left the hall, her chest burning with humiliation. As soon as the doors closed behind her, she heard the low murmur of voices rise again inside.
Outside, the whispering had already begun. Servants turned away when she passed. A few of the soldiers who once greeted her with respect now avoided her eyes.
By the time she reached the courtyard, she could feel the weight of the rumors pressing down. She wanted to scream that it was all lies, but she knew how fast whispers spread, and how few ever cared about truth.
Later That Evening
Kael rode through the castle gates, his clothes still streaked with dirt and blood from the border. Soldiers saluted as he dismounted, but no one met his gaze. Something was off.
He tossed the reins to a stable boy and started toward the palace doors when Ronan appeared, looking uneasy.
“Alpha,” he said quietly, “you should know, there are talks in the council. About Lady Lyra.”
Kael stopped mid-step. “What kind of talks?”
Ronan hesitated. “They think she’s connected to the border attack. Someone spread word that she was seen near the tower before it happened.”
Kael’s expression darkened. “Who said that?”
“I don’t know for sure, but Serena was there when the council spoke. She didn’t deny it.”
Kael’s jaw clenched. He looked toward the tall spire where the council chamber stood.
“Call the guards,” he said coldly. “I want every report from the night of the attack. Every guard’s statement. And find Lyra. I want to hear from her myself.”
Ronan nodded and hurried off.
Kael stood still for a moment, the night wind pushing through his hair. He had fought in wars, faced death a hundred times, but this was different. The thought of Lyra being accused made something inside him burn with anger.
He turned and headed inside, his mind already set. Whoever spread this lie was going to regret it.
***
Lyra sat by her window, hugging her knees to her chest. The candle beside her was almost burned out, its flame flickering weakly. The whispers she’d heard all day replayed in her head until her stomach twisted.
Every word had stung. And what hurt most was that she didn’t even know who had started it all. She rubbed her palms against her face, trying to hold back the tears that kept coming anyway.
The door burst open.
Kael stood there. “What did they say to you?”
Lyra flinched, startled. “You shouldn’t just walk in like that.”
He ignored her tone and stepped closer. “Answer me, Lyra. What did they say?”
She looked away. “Nothing that matters.”
He frowned. “It matters to me.”
Lyra finally met his gaze. His face was streaked with dirt, and his shirt was still torn from battle, but what caught her off guard was the concern in his eyes. “You came straight from the border?” she asked quietly.
“Yes,” he said. “And I came because I heard what the council accused you of.”
Lyra stood up, her voice shaking. “They think I planned the attack. Me.”
Kael’s eyes darkened. “You didn’t.”
“You sound so sure,” she said bitterly. “But you weren’t here when they looked at me like I was a criminal.”
“I don’t need to be here to know you wouldn’t do something like that.”
Lyra turned away. “You don’t really know me, Kael.”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Maybe not everything. But I know you’re not capable of betrayal.”
Lyra’s throat tightened. “You shouldn’t defend me. The more you do, the worse it will get for both of us.”
“I don’t care.”
She spun around. “You should!”
The silence that followed was heavy. Lyra’s eyes glistened as she whispered, “Because one day, you’ll regret it.”
Kael stared at her for a long moment, then reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “If protecting you is a mistake, then I’ll live with it.”
The simple words broke something inside her. She wanted to tell him about the voice, the mark, and how she remembered everything, the blood, her family, the night he destroyed her pack, but her heart ached too much to speak.
Instead, she said softly, “You shouldn’t trust me.”
Kael’s hand dropped to his side. “I already do.”
Then he turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the hall until the sound faded completely.
Lyra sank onto the bed, her tears falling freely. The voice in her head whispered faintly again, cruel and cold.
He’ll never love you if he knows the truth.
She pressed her hands over her ears, shaking her head. “Stop,” she whispered.
But the voice didn’t stop. He murdered your blood. The bond is your punishment. The mark is your curse.
Lyra looked out the window again, the moonlight spilling across the floor. Her mind raced with questions, about the mark, about the curse, about whether the Moon Goddess was mocking her.
She couldn’t stay here, not anymore. Not when everyone wanted her gone, and not when the man she was falling in love with was the same man who had taken everything from her.
By midnight, she had packed a small satchel. Her cloak was dark, her steps silent as she moved through the corridors. The guards at the north wall were changing shifts, just as she had counted on.
She slipped past them and climbed down the old stone steps toward the woods behind the castle. Her breath came out in white clouds as she reached the edge of the forest.
The moment she stepped between the trees, the air grew colder. The mark on her neck began to burn, faint but steady.
Lyra pressed her hand against it, trying to ignore the pain. “I just need answers,” she whispered to herself.
The forest was silent. Then, in the distance, she heard something move, soft footsteps that didn’t belong to her.
She turned quickly, scanning the darkness. “Who’s there?”
No answer.
But then a low growl came from behind her, closer this time. She froze. The scent in the air was familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
Her heart raced as she took a step back. The shadows shifted, and a pair of glowing eyes appeared between the trees.
“Lyra,” a voice called from the dark.
Her blood ran cold. It wasn’t Kael.
She took another step back, her fingers gripping the small dagger at her side. “Show yourself,” she said quietly.
The figure stepped forward, half hidden by shadow, but she could see the faint glimmer of a mark on his neck, the same shape as hers.
Her breath caught.
“You shouldn’t have left the castle,” he said softly. “You don’t know what you are yet.”
The moonlight hit his face, and Lyra’s world stopped.
It was a man with eyes like silver flame. A stranger. But his mark was burning just like hers.
TBC
