The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Kael walked into the council room expecting to hear reports from patrol leaders. Instead, he found his mother and Serena standing over parchment scrolls, talking in low voices with two elders.
They froze when he entered.
Queen Althea lifted her chin. Serena’s face stayed calm.
Kael looked at the papers on the table. Gold ribbon. Wolf-seal stamp. Formal wording.
His stomach tightened.
“What is this?”
Serena smiled like this was a normal day. “Preparations for the Luna ceremony.”
Kael’s jaw tensed. “I did not approve a ceremony.”
“We did,” Serena answered softly. “It is time, Kael. The kingdom needs a Luna…”
“No.” His voice cut the air sharp and quick. “There will be no ceremony.”
The elders shifted nervously. Serena’s eyes flashed, but her smile stayed.
“Kael,” Althea said carefully, “this decision strengthens your rule. The packs expect…”
“I do not care what they expect,” Kael said. “I said no.”
Serena stepped forward,“You cannot refuse tradition. We are betrothed. This is the natural step.”
Kael stared at her, cold. “We are betrothed because it was arranged. Not because I chose it.”
The room went still.
Serena’s fingers clenched for a second. Only a second.
“This kingdom needs order,” she said. “And a Luna brings order. I will not let everything we built look weak.”
Kael’s rage flickered, quiet but sharp. “You will not decide what makes me weak.”
Serena opened her mouth again, but Queen Althea raised her hand.
“That is enough.”
Serena stopped, her jaw tight. Althea looked at Kael for a long moment.
“You are Alpha. Your word stands,” she finally said. “If you say there will be no ceremony, then there will be none.”
Kael nodded once. His voice stayed low. “Thank you.”
Serena turned toward Althea in disbelief. “You are letting him throw away stability for pride? This pack needs a Luna!”
“And he will choose the right time,” Althea replied. Her tone was final.
Serena’s calm mask cracked for the first time. Anger burned in her eyes.
She looked back at Kael.
“You are making a mistake.”
Kael met her stare without blinking. “I am Alpha. My rule, my decision.”
“And what of us?” Serena asked. “What of what we are meant to be?”
Kael didn’t flinch. “Do not force a crown on your head before I place it there. It will not end well.”
Serena’s breath shook once, rage and hurt mixing across her face. But she said nothing more.
Kael turned and walked out, not looking back.
When the door closed, the room was dead silent.
Serena stared at the door, fury simmering, her hands shaking before she forced them still.
Althea watched her quietly.
“You push too hard,” the queen said. “And Kael is not a man who bends.”
Serena’s voice was low and cold. “Then I will make him need me so he cannot refuse.”
Althea gave her a long, unreadable look.
“Be careful. There are battles you win, and battles that destroy everything.”
Serena didn’t respond.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the door Kael had walked through.
***
The training yard echoed with the sound of fists hitting wood and blades clashing. Kael needed the noise. He needed something to burn through the anger still in him.
Warriors kept their distance. No one wanted to be the one he hit by accident.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t think. He just struck again and again until his palms stung and sweat ran down his back.
He paused finally, chest rising and falling hard.
That was when he saw her.
Across the yard, near the stone path by the gardens, Lyra was bent over scrubbing mud from the tiles. Hands red. Dress dirty. Hair tied in a loose knot like she had done it in a hurry.
Kael stared too long without meaning to.
Her body looked weaker than when he first saw her. Smaller. Like every day here took something away from her.
That bothered him.
And he hated that it bothered him.
He walked toward her before he thought to stop himself.
Lyra lifted her head when his shadow touched the ground near her. She froze. Her breath caught, and she wiped her hands on her dress quickly.
“Alpha,” she whispered, eyes lowered.
Kael looked at her. “Why are you working here?”
She swallowed. “I was told to clean this area.”
He watched her quietly. She didn’t meet his eyes. She didn’t move unless she needed to.
“You look weak,” he said flatly.
Lyra flinched a little, then nodded. “I am trying.”
“I did not ask for excuses.”
Silence sat between them.
He hated how quiet she was.
He hated how fragile she looked.
He hated that he noticed.
Lyra kept her gaze down. “Should I move? Am I in your way?”
“No.” His jaw tightened. “Do not think everything is about you.”
She nodded once. “Yes, Alpha.”
Her voice was soft and tired.
Kael looked at her again, longer than he meant to. Something twisted in his chest, annoyance, guilt, he wasn’t sure.
“Work faster,” he said coldly, because he didn’t know what else to say. “This place should not look like this.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He turned before she could say anything more and walked away. He didn’t look back. He didn’t want to.
He hated how the sight of her stayed in his mind anyway.
The moment he entered his chambers, he slammed the door harder than needed. His breath was uneven again, like training had done nothing.
He didn’t know why seeing her made him feel… unsettled.
So he did the only thing that felt clear.
He forced himself not to think about her at all.
***
When Lyra finished outside, she walked back to the servant hall. Her clothes were damp from scrubbing stone. Her knees ached. She just wanted to wash her hands and rest a little before the next task.
But as soon as she stepped inside, Ephra stood waiting. Arms crossed. Eyes sharp.
“New rule,” Ephra said loudly, so other maids nearby could hear. “From now on, the lowest servant cleans every training yard walkway every day. And since that is you, you will do it twice. Morning and night.”
Some maids smirked. A few whispered.
Lyra kept her voice low. “I already finished the whole path.”
“Then you will start again tonight,” Ephra said, smiling. “It must sparkle. If I see one speck of dirt, you repeat it tomorrow.”
Lyra nodded once. “Yes.”
Ephra leaned closer. “And you do not eat until it’s done. Orders.”
Lyra didn’t respond. There was no point.
Ephra waved her hand dismissively. “Move. You’re wasting time standing here breathing air better wolves need.”
Lyra turned to leave.
But before she reached the door, Ronan stepped into the hallway. He had a small leather pouch in hand and a folded paper.
“Lyra,” he called.
The room went quiet. The maids watched, waiting to see if he came to mock her too.
Ronan didn’t look at Ephra or anyone else. Only at Lyra.
“I need you in the storage wing,” he said calmly. “The supply sheets must be organized today. It’s important.”
Ephra stiffened. “She already has work.”
“And I outrank you,” Ronan answered without raising his voice. “She goes where I say.”
Ephra’s mouth pressed flat. She wanted to argue, but she couldn’t.
Ronan held out the paper to Lyra. “Bring this to me when the inventory is counted.”
Lyra took it quietly. She didn’t look at his face “Yes.”
Ephra glared at Ronan when Lyra walked past him. “You are favoring her.”
“No,” Ronan said simply. “I am following orders from the Alpha to maintain discipline and order. Making a servant redo the same labor three times in one day is not discipline. It is stupidity.”
Ephra flushed red. “She needs to learn her place.”
“She is learning it,” Ronan replied. “You, on the other hand, should learn yours.”
Gasps sounded from other maids. Ephra’s eyes darkened, but she didn’t speak again.
Lyra didn’t turn around. She didn’t smile. She didn’t thank him. She just held the paper and walked down the corridor quietly.
She wasn’t sure if this was kindness, or just duty.
But today, she would not scrub stone again.
And for now, that was enough for her.
TBC
