The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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The castle was still in disarray. Servants whispered in hushed tones, fear and relief mingling in their voices. Word had spread quickly: Serena was gone, vanished completely after her failed attack.
Kael walked beside Lyra as she slowly made her way through the corridors. His arm was around her waist, steadying her when her legs felt weak.
“You don’t need to hide your strength,” Kael said quietly. “You stopped her without hurting yourself or anyone else. That’s impressive.”
Lyra glanced up at him, her chest still heaving from the recent chaos. “I didn’t feel impressive. I felt… scared. And exhausted.”
Kael leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You have nothing to fear with me.” His lips brushed her temple gently, a soft kiss that made her shiver. “You’re mine, Lyra. Remember that.”
She swallowed, her pulse quickening. “I know,” she whispered, unable to hide the warmth spreading through her.
The next morning, Kael called Lyra to the training grounds. The air was crisp, and the sun had barely begun to rise. The grass glistened with dew, and a soft breeze carried the scent of the surrounding forest.
“Today,” Kael said, his voice firm, “we’ll focus on controlling your Moonline powers. They’re unpredictable, and the last attack showed just how dangerous that can be.”
Lyra nodded, her eyes glowing faintly as her mark pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. “I’m ready,” she said.
Kael stepped closer, demonstrating a simple energy flare, directing it toward a tree trunk. The bark charred slightly as the power dissipated. “Now you try,” he instructed.
Lyra extended her hands, feeling the energy coil inside her like a living thing. A burst of white light shot forward, striking the tree. The trunk shuddered, but the flare dissipated without causing major damage.
“Good,” Kael said, a rare smile touching his lips. “Control is improving. But you need focus. Let the bond guide you, don’t fight it.”
Lyra nodded, taking a deep breath. The bond hummed strongly between them, pulling gently but insistently. She felt Kael’s presence in every pulse, every vibration of power, steadying her.
They trained together for hours, sparks of energy flying in bursts around the clearing. Lyra’s confidence grew with every controlled flare, and Kael stayed close, correcting, guiding, and encouraging her not just as her Alpha, but as someone who loved her.
At one point, a particularly strong burst of power surged from Lyra. Kael caught her instinctively, pulling her into a protective hold. Their foreheads pressed together, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just them.
“You’re incredible,” Kael whispered, his lips brushing hers briefly. “Do you know that?”
Lyra’s cheeks flushed, and she pressed closer to him, letting the warmth of his body calm the surging energy within her. “I… I feel stronger with you,” she admitted softly.
Kael smiled, letting her pull him down into a gentle, lingering kiss. The bond pulsed between them, a steady heartbeat of magic and emotion.
But even as they kissed, Kael’s eyes scanned the edges of the forest. Serena was gone, but danger had a way of returning. The bond might protect them, but the castle and the pack still held shadows that could rise at any moment.
Lyra felt it too, a small prickle of unease.
And as the sun climbed higher, their training continued.
***
A few weeks had passed since Serena’s death, but the castle was still tense. Lyra’s mark glowed faintly under the moonlight, and her training with Kael had strengthened both her powers and their bond.
One afternoon, she sat in the dining hall about sipping tea, when she noticed something strange. The aroma was off, a faint bitterness lurking beneath the usual scent. Lyra’s senses flared immediately. She could smell it, poison. Her eyes narrowed, scanning the room.
Ephra and Mira lingered near the serving table, their expressions carefully neutral. Lyra’s gaze met theirs, sharp and accusing. “What is this?” she asked softly, but the edge in her voice made them freeze.
Ephra stepped forward, forcing a smile. “Just tea, Lady Lyra. Nothing more.”
Lyra set her cup down, leaning closer. “Taste it.”
Mira’s hand trembled. Ephra’s face drained of color. “What?” Ephra whispered.
Lyra’s voice was firm. “Taste it. If you are innocent, you have nothing to fear.”
The two maids exchanged panicked glances. Neither dared sip. Their hands shook, and their lies faltered. Lyra’s lips curved into a small, cold smile. “I see. You tried to poison me.”
Kael, who had entered silently, stood behind her, his jaw tight. “You two,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Do you understand the consequences of what you just tried?”
Ephra fell to her knees, Mira following. “Please, my Lady! We didn’t mean…”
Lyra held up a hand, stopping them. “I need to speak to someone above this. Someone with the authority to deal with traitors.”
Minutes later, she stood before Queen Althea. The room was quiet, the flicker of light reflecting off the walls. Ephra and Mira were brought in, trembling and begging for mercy.
“My Queen,” Lyra began, her voice steady, “these two attempted to poison me. They acted out of spite and jealousy. I ask that they be banished from the Draven Pack. They are a danger to the castle and the pack.”
Queen Althea regarded them with a stern gaze. “Is this true?”
Ephra fell to the floor, hands clasped, tears streaking her cheeks. “No, my Queen, we didn’t mean harm! Please, forgive us! We can serve better!”
Mira echoed her cries. “Please, Lady Lyra, Queen Althea, don’t send us away! We’ll obey! We’ll never disobey again!”
Althea’s expression softened only slightly. “You both underestimated your Lady. Your jealousy and cowardice endangered her life. Loyalty is not optional in this pack.”
Ephra and Mira gasped, terror written across their faces. “Please, Queen Althea! We beg you!”
Lyra stepped forward, her eyes steady. “My request stands. They cannot remain in the Draven Pack. Their presence is a threat to everyone here, including Kael, the pack, and the castle.”
The queen raised a hand, her authority final. “Ephra, Mira, you are banished. Leave this castle and the pack immediately. You have no right to return.”
The two women screamed, pleading and weeping, but it was in vain. Guards led them out of the castle, their protests echoing through the stone halls.
Lyra watched them leave, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and sadness. She turned to Queen Althea, bowing respectfully.
“Thank you, my Queen,” Lyra said softly. “For protecting me.”
Althea’s gaze softened, a rare smile touching her lips. “You have proven yourself, Lyra. Soon, you will not only be my daughter-in-law but the next Luna of the Draven Pack. I trust you to lead with strength and wisdom.”
Lyra nodded, the weight of her future settling on her shoulders. Kael appeared beside her, resting a hand over hers.
***
A week had passed since the poison incident. The castle still buzzed with whispers, but life was slowly returning to normal. Lyra sat on a wide window seat in her chambers, a thick book open on her lap. Elin sat beside her, her legs tucked under her, eyes sparkling with amusement.
“I can’t believe he actually said that,” Elin laughed, pointing at a passage. “Who even thinks like that?”
Lyra chuckled, shaking her head. “I know. I had to read it twice before I realized he was serious.”
Elin nudged her. “I like that you can laugh about things. Most people here are too stiff.”
Lyra grinned. “Well, I have you to keep me sane. Without you, I’d probably go crazy trying to manage all the drama in this castle.”
Elin tilted her head. “Drama seems to follow you wherever you go. But you handle it better than anyone I know. I’m just happy I get to be your friend and… your personal maid, of course.”
Lyra nudged her playfully. “Yes, yes. I’m glad you’re here. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.”
Elin rolled her eyes. “You’re too nice. I’m warning you, someday Kael might get jealous of me reading a book with you.”
Lyra laughed, leaning back against the window frame. “I doubt he’d be jealous of a book.”
Elin smirked. “You don’t know the Alpha like I do. He notices everything.”
Lyra’s grin softened. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to make sure he’s distracted by me.”
Elin laughed again, then pointed to a line in the book. “Look at this part. It’s ridiculous. Why would anyone ever do that?”
Lyra read it aloud, exaggerating the tone. “Because apparently, that is the proper way to behave according to some very silly rules.”
They both laughed, the sound filling the quiet chamber.
Outside the window, a soft breeze rustled the trees. The pack was adjusting to Lyra being Kael’s Luna-to-be, though whispers and cautious glances still followed her in the halls. But here, with Elin by her side, Lyra felt a sense of peace.
Elin nudged her again. “Promise me something?”
Lyra looked up. “What?”
“Promise me we’ll always have moments like this. Even when the castle goes crazy, even when the Moon bond starts acting up again, we’ll have times to just laugh.”
Lyra smiled, her fingers brushing Elin’s hand. “I promise.”
TBC
