The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Lyra could not sleep. The events of the day kept replaying in her mind. The power surge, the shattered tiles, the ancient journal with the missing page, and Kael’s sudden nightmares. All of it pressed on her chest like a growing weight.
She slipped out of bed quietly so she would not wake Kael and walked toward the balcony. The night air was cool.
Lyra stepped into the moonlight.
The moment it touched her skin, her entire body went still.
Her mark ignited.
The glow spread across her arms, her chest, her throat. The wind picked up sharply, swirling around her. Lyra gasped and clutched the stone railing.
“Not again,” she whispered.
The world around her blurred. The balcony faded away. Everything became swallowed in bright white light.
Then a voice spoke, soft but echoing from everywhere at once.
“Lyra.”
She turned around but saw no one.
“Who is there.”
The voice answered gently.
“You are close to the truth.”
Lyra’s breath shook. “What truth. Tell me.”
“The bond has chosen you. But it has also doomed you. The fate of Draven Pack hangs by a thread.”
Lyra felt her heart race. “What do I have to do. How do I stop the curse.”
The light flickered. Images appeared in front of her. Fires. Wolves running. Blood in the snow. A figure collapsing in Kael’s arms. Everything happened too fast for her to fully see.
“No,” Lyra whispered. “That looks like the future. That looks like me.”
“The curse will break,” the voice said. “But only if the truth is faced. Only if the past is brought into the light.”
Lyra reached for the light. “What truth. Show me.”
Before the voice could answer, she heard someone shouting her name.
“Lyra!”
The vision shattered like glass.
Lyra stumbled backward, falling to her knees on the balcony as Kael burst outside and grabbed her shoulders.
“Lyra, what is happening. Your mark was glowing through the walls.”
She looked at him, breathing hard. “Kael, I saw something. Someone spoke to me.”
“What did they say.”
She looked up at the moon again. “They said the curse will break only when the truth is brought into the light.”
Kael frowned deeply. “What truth do we not know.”
Lyra shook her head. “I do not know. But something is coming, Kael. I can feel it.”
***
Before Kael could answer, the balcony doors creaked behind them.
Queen Althea stepped out, wrapped in a dark blue robe, her expression tense.
“I heard everything,” she said quietly.
Kael stiffened. “Mother. You should not be wandering the castle at this hour.”
Althea ignored him and looked straight at Lyra.
“You saw a vision, did you not. The same kind your ancestor saw before the fall of the Silverclaws.”
Lyra’s eyes widened. “You know about the visions.”
Althea exhaled slowly. “I know enough. And I know this curse will not stop. It will keep tightening around the two of you until something breaks.”
Kael clenched his jaw. “Why were we not told earlier.”
Althea walked toward them. “Because your father believed the prophecy was only a story. He refused to prepare for it.”
Lyra stood shakily. “Queen Althea, the voice said we must uncover the truth. What truth has been hidden.”
Althea hesitated.
Kael stepped closer to her. “Mother. Tell us.”
Althea closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her breath.
“There is one thing I never told you,” she finally said.
“Something about the night the Draven pack destroyed the Silverclaws. Something your father wanted buried.”
Lyra’s heartbeat stopped for a moment.
Kael frowned. “What are you talking about.”
Althea looked between them, her face lined with guilt and fear.
“That night was not a war,” she said softly.
“It was a purge. Or at least your forefathers believed it to be. And the one who led them believed he was preventing a prophecy from coming true.”
Lyra felt her throat tighten. “What prophecy.”
Althea looked at her.
“The prophecy of the Moonborn Luna. The prophecy of you.”
Kael’s eyes widened as if someone had punched the air from his chest.
“That makes no sense. The prophecy is about both of us.”
Althea shook her head. “No. That was only the second half. The first half was lost. Hidden. The part that explains why your ancestors feared the Silverclaw bloodline. Why they slaughtered them.”
Lyra stepped forward, her voice shaking. “Why. Why did they fear my pack so much.”
Althea looked at the ground, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Because your bloodline was destined to end the Draven reign.”
Silence fell over the balcony like a heavy blanket.
Lyra stared at the queen. “So they killed us because they were afraid of what we were meant to do.”
Kael shook his head slowly. “Mother, this cannot be true.”
Althea touched his cheek gently. “I am afraid it is.”
Lyra felt cold from the inside out. The vision, the missing page, the curse, everything suddenly made terrible sense.
Kael reached for her hand. “Lyra. Whatever happened in the past, we will face this together.”
Lyra looked into his eyes.
And for the first time, she wondered if loving each other was the very thing the prophecy was warning them about.
***
Morning sunlight filled the throne room as everyone gathered at Kael’s request. Lyra stood beside him, still shaken from the night before, but she held her head high. The weight of the curse and the prophecy lingered between them, yet Kael’s hand occasionally brushed hers, grounding her.
Kael stepped forward and spoke to the assembled pack members.
“I have an announcement,” he began.
Ronan, Elin, the council members, and dozens of wolves stood waiting. Even Queen Althea was present, her expression calm but watchful.
Kael continued, “The coronation day is approaching. Preparations will begin immediately. I will be crowned king of Draven Pack, and Lyra will be crowned queen beside me.”
The room erupted with gasps, whispers, and sudden chatter.
Lyra’s heart skipped. She had known the coronation would come someday, but not this soon. She looked up at Kael. He glanced at her briefly, his expression softening. He had done this for her. For the pack. To give them something hopeful to hold onto.
Ronan stepped forward first. “Congratulations, Alpha. Lady Lyra, you will make a strong queen.”
Lyra smiled politely. “Thank you, Beta Ronan.”
Elin rushed to Lyra’s side, hugging her lightly. “I cannot believe it. Queen Lyra. This is amazing.”
Lyra laughed softly. “It feels unreal.”
“It is happening,” Elin said with a bright grin. “And we will make sure the coronation is perfect.”
Kael turned back to the crowd. “I want the entire pack involved. I want the castle decorated, the courtyard prepared, the feast planned. This will not be a quiet event. It will be the beginning of a new chapter for Draven Pack.”
The room buzzed with renewed excitement.
Elin tugged Lyra’s hand. “Come on, we need to start picking fabrics, decorations, everything.”
Ronan nodded toward Kael. “I will organize the security team and preparations around the grounds.”
Kael gave him a brief approving nod. “Good.”
The maids rushed out to begin work. New linens, flowers, banners, uniforms, decorations, and gifts. The castle seemed to wake from a long gloom.
But Lyra noticed one thing clearly.
Kael never let her hand go.
When the throne room began to empty, she turned toward him. “You planned this suddenly.”
He nodded. “I did.”
“Why.”
Kael looked around to make sure no one was listening. Then he faced her, his voice low. “Everything has been dark lately. The curse, the visions, the strange deaths in the palace. Everyone is scared. I wanted to give the pack something to look forward to. Something that shows them we still have a future.”
Lyra’s chest tightened. “You did it for them.”
“And for you,” Kael said quietly.
She swallowed. “Kael, we still do not know what the prophecy really means.”
“I know,” he answered. “But I refuse to let fear control our lives. At least for one day, you and I deserve peace.”
Lyra stepped closer. “You really believe the coronation will change things.”
“Yes,” Kael said. “It will remind the pack that we stand together. And it will remind you and me that we choose each other. No matter what the curse says.”
Lyra leaned her forehead against his chest, letting out a slow breath. “Then we prepare. Together.”
Kael placed a hand on her waist. “Together.”
Elin called from across the hall, “Lyra, hurry. I want to show you the fabrics before the jealous maids steal the good ones.”
Lyra laughed softly and pulled back. “I should go.”
Kael nodded. “I will meet with the council. Then I will find you later.”
She squeezed his hand, then turned to follow Elin.
As Lyra walked out with her friend, the castle halls were already alive with movement. Wolves carried decorations, maids rushed with fabrics and ribbons, Ronan gave out orders to guards, and Queen Althea oversaw everything from the second-floor balcony.
For the first time in weeks, the castle did not feel heavy.
It felt hopeful.
But far above, in the highest tower window, the moon flickered faintly.
Almost like an eye watching.
Waiting.
TBC
