The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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The throne room of Draven Pack castle was dimly lit, the flicker of torches casting long shadows against the stone walls. Queen Althea sat straight in her carved chair.
“Kael,” she said, her voice cold but controlled as he entered. “We need to speak.”
Kael bowed his head slightly. “Yes, Mother. What is it?”
Althea’s eyes scanned him, weighing every movement. “I’ve been hearing troubling reports—attacks, spells, your Alpha’s attention divided… and this Serena. You need to tell me everything that has been happening.”
Kael ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. “It started with her attempt to harm Lyra using that black stone. She failed, of course, but the attempt nearly cost Lyra her life. I had to throw her in the dungeon.”
Althea’s gaze hardened. “The girl you call Lyra… she’s more than just a threat to Serena. She’s stirring up emotions, powers you may not yet fully understand. Have you considered how this affects the pack? The political stability?”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “I know, Mother. I’ve controlled it. I’ve protected her and the pack. But… my concern is Lyra herself. She survived an attack that could have killed her, and the bond between us is only growing stronger.”
Althea’s eyes flicked sharply. “The Moon bond is dangerous. The curse that runs through the families has consequences, Kael. You need to ensure the pack and Lyra remain safe. And you…” she leaned forward, voice lowering “you need to control your emotions. You cannot let personal feelings interfere with leadership.”
Kael met her gaze steadily. “I understand. I won’t fail the pack or her.”
Althea’s expression softened slightly, though her warning remained. “Good. Keep a close watch on everything. The future of Draven Pack depends on it.”
Kael nodded, bowing before leaving the throne room.
***
In Lyra’s chamber, the air was quiet except for her soft breathing as she rested. Beta Ronan entered quietly, checking on her as he had been asked. His green eyes lingered on her face, a mixture of concern and something more personal.
“She’s resting,” he murmured to himself, moving closer. “I hope she’s… recovering.”
Lyra stirred slightly as he approached, her eyes fluttering open. “Ronan?” she said weakly.
He knelt beside her bed, reaching out gently to brush a loose strand of hair from her face. “I just wanted to see if you’re alright,” he said softly. His hand lingered on her cheek, and before she could react, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
Lyra immediately pushed him away, sitting up with a gasp. “Ronan! What why would you do that?” Her cheeks burned, both from the action and the sudden closeness.
Ronan’s eyes widened. “I… I like you. I can’t hide it. I thought…”
Lyra shook her head firmly, her voice steady despite her weakness. “I don’t… feel the same way. You shouldn’t do that.”
Ronan looked down, guilt flashing across his features. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I just…”
She couldn’t let anyone confuse her emotions not when her heart already belonged elsewhere.
“I need you to respect me,” she said quietly but firmly. “Please.”
Ronan nodded, sitting back with a sigh. “I… understand. I’ll keep my distance.”
Lyra exhaled, leaning back against her pillows. Her chest still raced, but a sense of relief washed over her.
***
Kael strode through the Draven Pack halls, his silver eyes scanning for any sign of trouble.
In the training grounds, Lyra struggled to maintain control over her Moonline powers. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” The bond with Kael pulsed violently, the energy flaring unpredictably around her. Small shocks of light danced across the grass, leaving scorch marks.
Kael approached, his gaze firm yet full of concern. “Lyra, focus. You’re letting it spill too far.”
She shook her head, exhausted, her white hair clinging damply to her face. “I’m trying… I can’t make it stop. It’s like the bond has a mind of its own.”
Kael took her hands in his, his own aura flaring faintly as the bond pulsed between them. “We’ll do this together. You’re not alone.”
A sudden scream echoed from the servants’ quarters. Kael’s head snapped toward the sound, his wolf senses immediately alert. They raced through the halls, Lyra barely keeping up as the bond tugged at both of them.
The scene that met them was horrifying. Two maids lay on the floor, their bodies unmoving, eyes wide with fear even in death. Ephra’s frantic cries filled the hall as she dropped to her knees beside them.
Kael’s jaw tightened. “The bond…” he muttered, fear and anger flashing in his eyes. “It’s destabilizing everything. Lyra, we need to contain it now, or more will die.”
Lyra’s chest heaved. She knelt beside the bodies, tears welling up. “It’s my fault. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Kael shook his head, pressing a hand against her shoulder. “No. It’s not your fault. But the bond is reacting to the hatred and fear in the castle. Serena’s presence… even locked in the dungeon, she’s feeding it somehow.”
In the dungeon, Serena crouched in her dark cell, her eyes alight with fury and anticipation. She murmured a chant under her breath, summoning dark energy toward the castle. The stone she had used before pulsed faintly in her hand, feeding her growing influence.
“She thinks she’s untouchable,” Serena hissed. “They don’t see the chaos I can bring.”
Back in the halls, Lyra struggled to focus, her mark glowing violently. “Kael… it’s too strong. I can’t hold it back.”
Kael stepped closer, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face. “Then I’ll help you. The bond pulls us together for a reason. We can channel it, Lyra. Together.”
He leaned down, pressing a lingering, reassuring kiss to her forehead. Lyra’s breath hitched, her body shivering, not from fear, but from the closeness and warmth radiating from him.
“Hold on to me,” Kael murmured, his hand covering hers as the pulsing energy surged between them.
Lyra nodded weakly, closing her eyes. The bond hummed violently, the castle shaking slightly as their combined power began to stabilize the energy but just barely. Outside the hall, distant screams and crashes told them the chaos was far from over.
Kael’s gaze met hers, unwavering and protective. “We’ll survive this,” he said, voice low and steady. “I won’t let anyone touch you not even her.”
Lyra’s lips trembled into a small, exhausted smile. “I know,” she whispered.
The bond pulsed again, brighter than ever, and the castle seemed to tremble in response. Serena’s laughter echoed faintly from the dungeon.
The corridors of the castle shook with chaos. Screams from the servants’ quarters had barely faded when a sudden crash echoed through the hallways. Serena had broken out of her dungeon cell, eyes blazing with fury.
Clutching a ball of green power that crackled like fire, she ran toward the main hall. Her gaze locked on Lyra and Kael, who were kneeling beside the bodies of the fallen maids.
“You!” Serena shouted, her voice filled with pure rage. “You will pay for this! Both of you!”
Kael stepped protectively in front of Lyra, his aura flaring as the Moon bond pulsed violently between them. “Serena, stop. It’s over,” he warned, his voice deep and commanding.
But Serena didn’t stop. She hurled the green fireball straight at Lyra. The air seemed to sizzle as the energy raced toward her. Lyra raised her hands instinctively, forming a shimmering barrier of white light. The fireball struck and shattered, exploding in sparks around her without causing a scratch.
“You’re going to die!” Serena screamed, gathering another ball of power, her hands glowing bright green.
Lyra’s eyes glowed in response, her aura flaring violently. “I won’t let you die or kill you,” she said firmly, her voice steady even as her heart raced. “I will stop you, Serena. But I won’t kill you.”
The two women clashed, their powers colliding in bursts of light and energy. Green flames against white barriers, sparks flying in every direction. Kael’s claws glinted as he stepped close, ready to intervene, but Lyra held him back with a firm hand.
Then, suddenly, Serena froze mid-attack. Her hands trembled. A violent cough ripped from her throat, and a stream of blood spurted out. She fell to her knees, her face twisted in shock and pain.
Lyra stepped back, confused and horrified. “What… what’s happening to you?”
Kael’s eyes widened as he recognized the signs. “It’s the Moon bond,” he said softly. “It’s punishing her for trying to kill you. She did this to herself.”
Serena groaned, rolling on the floor as more blood leaked from her mouth. Her green flames flickered and died, powerless against the invisible force holding her. She clawed at the stone floor, her screams echoing through the hall.
“No! This isn’t real! You can’t do this to me!” Serena shrieked, her voice cracking with rage and disbelief.
The Moon bond’s punishment didn’t stop. Her body began to fade, shimmering like mist in the moonlight. Each cry she uttered grew weaker as her form dissolved, piece by piece.
Lyra’s hands shook as she watched. “Kael… she’s… she’s… gone?”
Kael pulled Lyra close, his voice tight with emotion. “She brought this on herself. The bond protects what it chooses. Serena’s hatred… her attempt to kill you… the Moon wouldn’t allow it to succeed.”
Serena’s final scream echoed in the hall, raw and filled with fury. “Nooooo!”
And then she was gone. Her green flames dissipated into nothing, leaving behind only a faint scorch on the floor where she had knelt.
Lyra sank to her knees, her hands covering her mouth. “I… I didn’t do anything,” she whispered.
Kael lifted her gently, his eyes filled with both relief and sorrow. “No. You didn’t. The bond did this. You were never in danger from her. Not really.”
The hall was quiet now, save for the soft crackling of the dying fires and the faint glow of Lyra’s mark. The dead maids were a grim reminder of the chaos Serena and the moonbond had caused, but the immediate threat was gone.
Kael held Lyra close, his jaw tight. “It’s over… for now,” he said, though both of them knew that peace in the castle was fragile.
Lyra rested her head against his shoulder, her breathing uneven, her mind reeling from the violence she had witnessed.
And for the first time, Lyra realized just how far the Moon would go to protect its chosen.
TBC
