The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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The throne room doors opened for the elders. Kael sat on the high seat, back straight, jaw tight. He already sensed something was wrong.
The eldest elder stepped forward, the one with the carved wolf-staff.
“Alpha Kael Draven,” he said, bowing his head just enough to respect rank, not fear. “The Moonbond has awakened in your walls.”
Kael’s expression didn’t change, but his stomach dropped.
“I did not ask for any bond,” he said, voice sharp. “I do not want it.”
The elder’s gaze hardened. “It is not a thing you choose. It chooses you.”
Kael rose to his feet slowly. The guards nearby stiffened, sensing his temper.
“I don’t care for old tales,” he growled. “The Omega girl is nothing. A stray I brought in out of duty.”
“A stray?” the elder said quietly. “Then why do you feel her presence even now?”
Kael clenched his fists. He did feel something, a tug, faint but real, like a whisper he could almost hear. It angered him. It felt like a trap. Like chains.
“She is a threat,” Kael said. “She brings weakness.”
“Or power,” the elder replied. “The Moonbond is fate’s weapon. But fate cuts both ways.”
Kael stepped down from the throne platform.
“I do not need fate,” he said through clenched teeth. “I make my own path.”
The elder studied him with sad eyes. “Be careful, Alpha. Hatred can bind as tightly as love. One day your heart may burn for what your pride rejects.”
Kael turned away. “Remove the girl if you truly fear her,” he snapped. “Or I will.”
The elder’s voice rose, deep and firm.
“You may break bones, Kael Draven. But you cannot break prophecy.”
Kael’s jaw locked. He wanted to tear fate apart with his teeth.
“She will not be my bond,” he muttered. “I will not let her.”
The elder only sighed. “You can fight her. You can fear her. But you cannot outrun the moon.”
***
Later
Lyra sat alone in her tiny room that night, hugging her knees. Her hands still smelled faintly of soap and herbs. Her muscles ached from work, but her chest ached more from the elder’s words.
She didn’t want to ruin anyone.
She didn’t want to be tied to Kael.
Then why did her chest warm when she thought of him?
She hated it. She hated herself for it.
She pressed her palm over her heart, trying to calm it.
Why him? she thought. Why me?
The moonlight spilled through her small window, soft and silver. It touched her skin like a hand. Her breath hitched. Something inside her stirred, deep and wild.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Her wolf pushed against her skin, restless.
“Not now,” she whispered, shaking. “Please… not now.”
But the moon didn’t listen. It pulled. It called.
Her chest filled with heat, longing and fear tangled together.
Find him.
The whisper wasn’t a voice, it was instinct. A need.
Lyra pressed her back against the cold wall, digging her nails into her arms.
“No,” she breathed. “He doesn’t want me. He hates this. I won’t be a burden. I won’t.”
Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry again.
Not for him.
Yet her wolf whined inside her, pacing, aching, not for love, but for connection.
And far across the castle, though she didn’t know it, Kael lifted his head and scowled at nowhere, feeling an unwelcome tug in his chest, a faint pull toward the west wing.
He gritted
“Stop,” he muttered at the feeling, as if the bond could hear him. “I will never be ruled by you.”
Lyra curled into herself, shaking, fighting what she didn’t ask for.
Kael fought it like it was war.
Lyra wasn’t awake.
But she wasn’t resting either.
She stood without meaning to stand.
Her bare feet stepped onto the cold floor.
Her hand touched the wall for balance.
Her breathing slow, like she was dreaming and walking at the same time.
Her body moved toward the Alpha’s wing, the bond tugging her like a string around her ribs.
She didn’t whisper. She didn’t think.
She just walked.
***
Two guards outside Kael’s chamber snapped to alert when they saw her drifting forward, eyes half-open, lost.
“Halt,” one barked, stepping forward.
Lyra didn’t hear. She kept walking.
The guard grabbed her arm.
She blinked, waking like someone pulled her from deep water. Her heart thudded hard, panic sliding into her chest.
“I… I don’t… I wasn’t…” she stammered, breath shaking.
“Trying to sneak into the Alpha’s room?” the second guard sneered. “Pathetic little Omega.”
“I wasn’t… I didn’t even know…” Lyra whispered, voice cracking.
Shouts echoed from down the hall as Kael approached, cloak trailing behind him. Ronan followed at his side.
“What’s happening?” Kael demanded.
The guard shoved Lyra forward. She stumbled to her knees in front of Kael’s boots.
“Caught her trying to enter your chambers, Alpha.”
Lyra shook her head quickly, terrified. “I swear I wasn’t… I wasn’t awake…I don’t know why…”
Kael’s jaw hardened. His eyes burned with anger.
“You think you can control me through this bond?” His voice was ice. “You think you can crawl your way into my chambers like a desperate thing?”
“No!” Lyra cried softly. “I swear, I don’t want this…”
“Lies,” Serena’s voice chimed from the stairway. She descended slowly, a delighted smile on her lips. “Look how weak she is. Crawling to him already.”
Lyra shook, tears burning behind her eyes, her body too tired to stand.
Kael looked at her like she was poison.
“You shame yourself. And you shame my walls.” His voice cut like steel.
He turned to the guards. “Punish her.”
Gasps echoed down the hall. Even Ronan flinched.
“Alpha…” Ronan began.
“Do it,” Kael snapped.
The guards grabbed Lyra’s arms and forced her fully down. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” She didn’t fight, she was shaking too hard, breath short, chest tight like she couldn’t breathe air right.
“Please,” she whispered. “I don’t know why it happened. I didn’t choose this.”
Kael looked down at her. For a second. But pride drowned it.
“Touching my doors without permission is disrespect. You will kneel and learn your place.”
Lyra lowered her head. She didn’t argue. She didn’t move.
She knelt because she had nothing left to stand with.
Her small body trembled as a guard struck her back, not enough to break bone, but enough to bruise, enough to sting, enough to shame.
Serena’s smile widened like a flower blooming in blood.
“She’ll learn,” Serena purred. “Or she’ll break.”
Lyra’s vision blurred. She clenched her teeth but still gasped from the pain. Her wolf whimpered inside her.
Kael watched, face hard as stone as if this punishment protected him instead of crushing her.
When it was done, Lyra barely stayed upright. Her knees shook on the cold stone floor.
Kael turned away. “Remove her.”
Ronan’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. The guards lifted Lyra by the arms, she couldn’t stand on her own. Her head hung, hair hiding her face.
Serena’s voice followed her
“Sleep well, little Omega. Your place is lower than dirt.”
Lyra didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
Her legs dragged across the floor as they carried her back. Her vision dimmed. Her fingers curled weakly.
They dropped her on her thin mattress. Someone muttered, “Pathetic,” before the door shut.
Lyra curled in on herself.
Her back throbbed.
She whispered into her pillow, voice faint, breaking.
“I didn’t ask for this. I just want to go home.”
Outside, the moon shone through her window.
And the bond, the one she didn’t want pulsed inside her chest.
TBC
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