The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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The night was dark and heavy over the Draven Pack castle. Serena crept silently through the corridors, the small black stone clutched tightly in her hand.
“She won’t see it coming,” Serena whispered to herself, her eyes glinting with cruel anticipation. “Not even the Alpha will save her this time.”
Lyra was practicing in the training hall, her mark glowing faintly as her powers rippled around her. The glow of the Moonline energy made her pulse race with both excitement and caution. Kael was nearby, keeping watch, but he had stepped away for a moment, leaving her alone.
Serena raised the stone and whispered the incantation she had learned from the witch. A shadowy pulse of energy shot from the stone, moving through the air like smoke, seeking Lyra.
Lyra froze, sensing the attack at the last moment. She tried to counter, but the dark energy struck her in the chest, sending her flying across the hall. The stone’s magic burned against her skin, and her mark flared violently.
Kael’s roar echoed as he rushed back. “Lyra!”
She landed hard on the floor, gasping, barely conscious. Her glowing aura flickered as her powers fought the dark magic. The stone hummed in Serena’s hand, its energy feeding off Lyra’s pain.
“Enough!” Kael shouted, his eyes blazing with fury. He lunged at Serena, knocking the stone from her hand and crushing it under his boot. The dark energy dissipated instantly, leaving the hall silent except for Lyra’s shallow breaths.
Lyra’s body shivered, but she was alive. Kael dropped to his knees beside her, brushing her hair from her face. “Are you alright?” he asked, voice rough but filled with relief.
Lyra coughed, her strength barely returning. “I… I’m fine,” she whispered, though the shaking in her limbs told him otherwise.
Kael’s silver eyes snapped toward Serena, who stood frozen at the edge of the hall, her face pale with fear. “You tried to kill her,” he said,
Serena’s lips trembled, but she tried to mask it with defiance. “She was weak. She doesn’t deserve him. She doesn’t deserve this power.”
Kael stood, his shadow towering over her. “Take her somewhere else,” he commanded to the guards who had arrived at the noise.
Serena’s eyes widened. “What…?”
“She’s going to the dungeon,” Kael said, voice cold. “You will answer for this, and you will think about the lives you almost destroyed.”
The guards moved quickly, grabbing Serena and dragging her down the corridor. She struggled, screaming, but Kael’s eyes never left her. He didn’t need to touch her, their fear was written clearly across her face.
Lyra tried to rise, but Kael gently pressed her back against the floor. “Don’t move yet,” he said softly. “You need to recover.”
Lyra’s chest heaved as she nodded. Her mark pulsed faintly, still simmering from the attack. “She… she almost killed me,” she whispered.
Kael’s hand tightened over hers. “She won’t try again. I won’t let her.”
The guards disappeared into the dungeon with Serena, leaving the hall quiet once more. Lyra’s body trembled, both from the attack and from the fear that had coursed through her.
“You saved me,” Lyra murmured
“I’ll always save you,” Kael replied, brushing his thumb against her hand. “Always.”
Outside, in the shadows of the castle, the remaining servants whispered nervously. Everyone knew what had just happened. Even Mira and Ephra.
Lyra finally sat up, supported by Kael, her aura flickering back to a gentle glow. The hall smelled faintly of burnt magic.
Kael’s eyes softened as he studied her. “You’ll need rest. But I want you to know… nothing, not even her, will ever hurt you again while I’m here.”
Lyra swallowed hard, the intensity of his gaze making her heart race. She nodded silently, letting the warmth of his presence wash over her.
Deep in the dungeon, Serena sat on the cold stone floor, her eyes burning with hatred. She had almost succeeded, and now her plans were broken. But she would not stop. She would wait. She would strike again, and next time, there would be no saving Lyra.
***
Lyra’s room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the moon streaming through the tall windows. She lay on the bed, pale and trembling from the attack. Every muscle in her body ached, and the burn from the dark magic still lingered in her chest.
Kael sat beside her, his hand resting lightly over hers. His eyes never left her face, watching every twitch and shallow breath. “You need to rest,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
Lyra tried to lift her head, but her strength barely held. “I… I’m fine,” she whispered, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
Elin hovered near the doorway, glancing nervously at her friend. “You need to let her rest, Alpha,” she said gently. “I’ll stay until she’s settled, and then I’ll leave. I need to check on Alin anyway.”
Kael nodded, his gaze flicking briefly toward Elin. “Be careful,” he said quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “Don’t let anyone bother her.”
Elin gave a small smile. “I won’t. I’ll see you later,” she said, slipping from the room and closing the door softly behind her.
Alone with Lyra now, Kael leaned closer. His hand traced the line of her jaw, careful not to press too hard. “You scared me,” he admitted, his voice low, almost a growl. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, meeting his. “I… I almost didn’t make it,” she murmured. “The stone… it was…”
Kael shook his head, cutting her off gently. “Don’t think about it now. Just rest. I’m here.”
He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to her lips. Lyra’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Her body was weak, but her heart reacted instantly, thudding painfully against her chest.
Kael’s hand moved to cradle her face, his thumb brushing across her cheek. “You’re so strong, even when you’re like this,” he whispered. “I don’t care how weak you feel, you’re incredible.”
Lyra felt warmth rush through her, both from the kiss and from the closeness of him. She didn’t have the energy to speak, so she simply let him hold her.
Kael leaned closer, his lips brushing hers again, this time with more urgency. Lyra’s fingers twitched, reaching instinctively toward him. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against hers, the bond between them pulsing stronger than ever.
“I… I love you,” Kael murmured against her lips, his voice barely above a whisper, but the meaning behind it was clear. “I’ve loved you for a long time. And I don’t care what’s happened, or what’s coming. You’re mine.”
Lyra’s heart raced. She wanted to say it back, but her voice failed her. Instead, she pressed closer, letting her lips meet his once more.
Finally, Kael pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers. “Rest now,” he murmured. “I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Lyra’s eyes fluttered closed, comforted by the warmth and safety of his presence.
***
Elin hurried through the castle corridors, her cloak brushing the stone floors. She couldn’t stay in Lyra’s room all day; she needed to speak to her twin sister, Alin.
Alin was waiting in a quiet side chamber, her arms crossed and brow furrowed. “You’ve been gone a long time,” she said sharply.
“I had to check on Lyra,” Elin replied, her voice soft but firm. “She’s been through so much. You should have seen her, Alin. She’s… incredible now.”
Alin’s eyes narrowed. “Incredible? She’s the reason we’re always on edge. She’s a lady now, with Kael wrapped around her finger, and you’re letting yourself get caught up in this?”
Elin’s hands clenched. “Alin, she’s my friend. She’s been through hell. She deserves someone to stand by her.”
Alin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re blind. Everyone knows staying close to her invites trouble. You want to ruin yourself too?”
Elin stepped forward, frustration clear in her voice. “No! I won’t turn my back on her. You don’t have to like her, but I do. She’s not the enemy.”
Alin shook her head, her anger bubbling. “You’re going to regret this. Mark my words, Elin. Being her friend won’t end well.”
Elin didn’t respond, simply taking a deep breath. “I’m not afraid. I just want to help her.”
Alin’s gaze softened slightly, but she didn’t relent. “Just… be careful. You’re treading on dangerous ground.”
Elin left the room quietly, leaving her twin staring after her. Inside, worry and anger twisted together in Alin’s chest. She knew Elin’s loyalty was unshakable, but she couldn’t help fearing what this friendship might bring.
***
In the dungeon, Serena’s fury had reached a boiling point. The failed attempt to kill Lyra had left her humiliated and seething. In the cold, shadowed cell, she held the other black stone in her hands and muttered the incantation she had been practicing.
A swirl of dark energy filled the room as she summoned the witch, hoping to gain more power. Shadows deepened, and the air pulsed with tension.
When the figure appeared, her robes dark and hair wild with age, Serena’s initial excitement faltered. The witch’s face was stern.
“You,” Serena hissed. “I called you here! Help me finish what I started!”
The witch turned her gaze away from Serena, her voice calm but chilling. “I warned you not to use the stone.”
Serena’s eyes flashed with fury. “I didn’t care! I will not fail! She will die, and Kael will regret ever choosing her!”
The witch shook her head slowly. “This is only the beginning of your punishment, child. The Moon has already marked her. She is chosen. The bond will punish you for attempting to harm her.”
Serena’s face drained of color. “Punish me? I control the stone! I control the magic!”
“You control nothing,” the witch said coldly. “The Moonline cannot be bent by fear or hate. Every act against one chosen by the Moon carries consequences you cannot escape.”
The dark energy around Serena’s hands flared and shifted violently, sending her stumbling back. A searing heat ran through her body, and a faint, eerie glow pulsed over the mark on her wrist, the one she had thought insignificant.
Serena screamed, clutching herself, as the witch’s voice echoed. “This is only the beginning. You tried to kill her. The Moon bond will remind you of your failure, and the punishment is far from over.”
The witch vanished, leaving Serena on the cold stone floor, trembling and filled with fury. Her hatred for Lyra had only deepened, but now it was mingled with fear. The bond and the Moon’s judgment would not be ignored, and she was only beginning to realize its power.
TBC
