Category: The Wolf King’s Omega

  • The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 59&60

    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 59&60

     

     The Wolf King’s Omega


    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 59&60

    (Bound by moon, betrayed by fate)

    By Midnight Sparkles

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    The wind over the Draven Pack carried a strange heaviness that morning, as if the air itself sensed something approaching. Lyra left her room later than usual, still flustered from earlier.

    Down in the courtyard, warriors moved with uneasy tension. Omegas whispered behind hands. Elders exchanged troubled glances.

    Something was wrong.

    Before Lyra could ask anyone, Kael found her. His expression was calm, but she could read the faint worry behind his eyes.

    “Walk with me,” he said.

    She nodded and followed him through the quiet hallway that led to the council room. The moment the door shut behind them, Kael exhaled.

    “The reports came in,” he said. “The curse… it’s starting.”

    Lyra froze. “What happened?”

    Kael rubbed his jaw. “Three wolves collapsed last night. No wounds. No illness. They’re alive but not waking up.”

    “Are they linked to the moon bond?” Lyra asked softly.

    “That’s what worries me. They all served close to the throne. If the curse is targeting the kingdom’s core…” He trailed off.

    Lyra stepped closer, her voice steady. “We’ll find a way. Together.”

    Kael held her gaze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

    Before they could continue, Beta Ronan burst into the room. His chest was rising sharply, his face pale.

    “They’re awake,” Ronan said. “All three.”

    “That’s good news,” Lyra said.

    “No,” Ronan replied. “They woke up screaming.”

    Kael and Lyra exchanged a quick look and rushed out with Ronan leading the way.

    ***

    The infirmary was filled with panicked whispers. The three wolves lay trembling on their beds as healers tried to calm them.

    One of them pointed a shaking finger in the air the moment Lyra entered.

    “You,” he whispered.

    Lyra stopped. “Me?”

    “They were calling your name,” one healer said quietly. “Begging someone to protect you. Something… something was attacking them in their dreams.”

    Kael’s brows drew together.

    Lyra swallowed. “What did you see?” she asked the wolf closest to her.

    The warrior’s voice cracked. “Fire. Shadows. And a voice saying the Luna is marked. The end is near. The kingdom will fall.”

    A heavy silence fell.

    Kael stepped in front of Lyra protectively.

    “That’s enough,” he said firmly. “They need rest.”

    The healers ushered the wolves back down as they drifted into uneasy sleep.

    Lyra wrapped her arms around herself. “Kael… this is connected to the curse from that night. Whoever that stranger was… they warned us that our end is near.”

    Kael shook his head. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

    Lyra raised her chin slightly. “And I won’t let anything happen to this pack.”

    Kael touched her hand briefly, grounding them both.

    “We’ll call a council meeting immediately,” he said. “This is only the beginning.”

    Lyra nodded. “Then we need answers before the curse spreads further.”

    They left the infirmary together, unaware of the pair of eyes watching from the shadows near the door. The mysterious stranger lingered unseen, whispering under his breath.

    “It has begun.”

     ***

    The training ground was quiet except for the soft breeze brushing against the stone tiles. Kael had cleared the place early, telling the warriors they needed space to focus on Lyra’s control. Lyra stood in the center, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to gather her power the way Kael had instructed.

    Kael watched her with calm eyes.

    “Relax, Lyra. Do not force it. Just breathe slowly and call it. You are in control.”

    Lyra inhaled but she could already feel something wrong. Her power was not rising gently like before. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” It was rushing upward, bursting through her like boiling water under pressure.

    “Kael,” she said softly. “Something is not right.”

    He stepped toward her. “Then stop gathering it. Just stop for now.”

    “I cannot,” she whispered.

    The air around her thickened. A faint blue glow began spreading from her skin. The ground beneath her feet vibrated. Kael reached out to grab her arms, but the energy flared too quickly.

    “Lyra. Look at me.”

    His voice was steady but she could hear the worry in it.

    “I am trying. I swear I am trying.”

    The glow exploded outward.

    A shockwave blasted across the training ground like a burst of wind. The stones cracked under her feet, splitting apart in long lines like lightning scars. The walls shook. Several tiles flew into the air before slamming back down with a loud crash.

    Kael shielded his face with his arm.

    “Lyra stop, calm down. It is too much.”

    Lyra fell to her knees, holding her head as the power roared inside her.

    “I cannot control it. Kael, I cannot hold it.”

    Kael rushed to her, grabbing her shoulders despite the force of the energy pushing him back.

    “Yes, you can. Look at me. You are here with me. You are not alone.”

    Her breath caught, and slowly the glow dimmed. The ground stopped shaking. The power eased just enough for her to fall into Kael’s chest, exhausted and frightened.

    She looked at the shattered tiles.

    “I did that without meaning to.”

    Kael lifted her chin. “We will figure this out. You are stronger than you think.”

    Lyra swallowed hard. “But what if this is something worse. What if I am losing control for a reason.”

    Kael had no answer for that.

    ***

    Later that day, Lyra went to the library with her arms folded tight against her chest. She could still feel the echo of her power under her skin. The librarian bowed quickly and stepped aside when she entered, saying nothing. The shelves were tall and shadowed, and Lyra walked along them slowly, trying to quiet her thoughts.

    She reached the old forgotten section in the back of the library. Something tugged at her instincts. A faint pulling sensation, she followed it until she found a book sitting alone on a high shelf, covered in dust.

    “The First Luna of Draven Pack,” Lyra read aloud. “A personal journal.”

    She carried it to a table and opened it gently. The handwriting was delicate, written by a woman who had lived centuries ago. As Lyra read, her heart began to race.

    The journal described a Luna born with awakened powers, chosen directly by the moon. A Luna whose strength could save the kingdom or destroy it completely. The words matched things she had experienced too perfectly.

    Lyra whispered, “This sounds like me. Exactly like me.”

    She kept turning the pages until she reached the end. Her breath stopped.

    The final page had been ripped out.

    Lyra stood quickly, holding the book tightly.

    “Why would someone remove the last page. What did it say.”

    She looked around the empty library, suddenly feeling as if someone had been there before her. Someone who did not want her to know the end of the prophecy.

    ***

    That night, Kael slept restlessly. Lyra tried to stay awake and watch him, but her eyes were heavy. She drifted into sleep beside him, hoping for a peaceful night for both of them.

    It did not come.

    Kael gasped and sat upright suddenly. His chest heaved like he was drowning in invisible water. Lyra jolted awake.

    “Kael, what is wrong.”

    He rubbed his head. “I keep seeing something. A nightmare. You are in it. You are screaming and covered in blood and I cannot reach you.”

    Lyra held his hand. “It is only a dream. It is not real.”

    He tried to smile but it did not reach his eyes.

    “I do not dream like this, Lyra. I never have.”

    Lyra frowned. “The curse. It is affecting you too, is it not.”

    Kael did not answer. He stood from the bed and faced the mirror on the wall. Lyra watched him closely, noticing the tension in his shoulders.

    “Kael,” she called softly. “Talk to me.”

    He ran a hand through his hair. “I can feel something inside me. Something heavy. Something that wants to pull me somewhere dark.”

    Lyra walked to him and touched his back. “We will fix this. Whatever the prophecy says, we will face it together.”

    Kael turned to her. “I hope so. Because I do not understand what is happening to me.”

    He lifted his shirt slightly to wipe his face and froze.

    Lyra’s eyes widened.

    Long, fresh claw marks ran across his chest.

    “Kael,” she whispered. “Who did that to you.”

    He stared at the wounds, stunned. “I do not know. I was asleep.”

    Lyra felt a shiver run through her.

    “Something is changing. In both of us.”

    Kael met her eyes. “And whatever is coming, it is getting closer.”

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  • The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 45&46

    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 45&46

     

     The Wolf King’s Omega


    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 45&46

    (Bound by moon, betrayed by fate)

    By Midnight Sparkles

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    The man stepped closer until the moonlight caught his face.

    He was tall, lean, and scarred across the jaw. His eyes glowed silver, brighter than the moon above them. The mark on his neck pulsed in rhythm with hers, alive, burning faintly through his skin.

    Lyra gripped her dagger tighter. “Who are you?”

    The man gave a faint smile. “I should be the one asking that. You carry the same mark as me.”

    Her heart pounded. “That’s impossible. The mark is part of the Moon Bond.”

    He nodded slowly. “It is. But not all bonds come from love. Some come from blood. From vengeance.”

    Lyra’s breath caught. “What do you mean?”

    He looked at her carefully, his tone shifting. “You were part of the Vale Pack, weren’t you? The one the Alpha destroyed.”

    Her chest tightened. “Yes.”

    His eyes softened. “Then we share the same past. I was part of the Crescent Line, the allied pack your people were meant to join before the slaughter. When Kael’s army came for you, they came for us too. Only a few of us survived.”

    Lyra stared at him, speechless. “So you’re saying… you’re bonded to me because…”

    “Because the Moon Goddess marked us both,” he interrupted quietly. “Two survivors from fallen packs, two remnants of bloodlines that should have died together. Our marks mean more than you think.”

    Lyra shook her head, stepping back. “No, I already have a bond. With Kael.”

    The man’s voice hardened. “That bond is a curse, not love. You feel it pulling you, don’t you? The pain, the confusion. That’s not affection, Lyra. That’s control. The mark was never meant to join you. It was meant to break you.”

    Lyra’s fingers trembled around her dagger. “You’re lying.”

    “Am I?” His silver eyes flickered. “Why do you think the bond burns when you resist him? Why do you think you remember the night he killed your family every time you get close to him?”

    She didn’t answer. Her breathing turned shallow, her mark flaring hotter against her skin.

    He took a slow step forward. “The power inside you was never meant for him. It’s yours. You just don’t know how to use it yet.”

    The air around them shifted suddenly, a cold wind whipping through the trees. Lyra gasped, clutching her neck as her mark began to glow, spreading faint light through her veins.

    “What’s happening to me?” she whispered.

    The man’s expression changed from calm to alarm. “The moon is full tonight. You can’t fight it. The Moonline is waking in you.”

    Lyra fell to her knees, her heart pounding wildly. The pain was unbearable. Her bones ached, her body shuddered, and heat coursed through her like fire.

    “I can’t—” she gasped, gripping the dirt beneath her.

    “Don’t fight it,” the man said urgently. “Let it happen.”

    She screamed as the pain tore through her again, her fingers digging into the ground. Her vision blurred, the world twisting, spinning. Her nails lengthened into claws, her heartbeat slowed then raced again, and fur began to shimmer across her skin.

    The man stepped back as her body changed before his eyes, her cries mixing with the roar of the wind. Her bones snapped and reformed, her limbs stretched, her eyes glowed bright gold.

    Then everything went still.

    When Lyra stood, she was no longer human. Her wolf form was massive, her fur white as snow with streaks of silver running along her back. Power radiated from her like heat from fire.

    The man stared in awe. “The Moonline Wolf,” he whispered. “The last of your kind.”

    Lyra looked down at her paws, then up at the glowing moon. She could feel everything, the forest, the pull of the bond, the pulse of power in her blood. It wasn’t just energy. It was freedom.

    But then another pull hit her, stronger, heavier, from the direction of the castle. The mark burned again, harder than before.

    Miles away, Kael woke with a jolt. His mark throbbed so violently that it felt like it was tearing through his chest. He stumbled out of bed, grabbing his shirt, his vision spinning.

    “Lyra,” he breathed.

    Ronan, sleeping in the adjoining room, rushed in when he heard the crash. “What’s wrong?”

    Kael was already heading for the door. “She’s outside the walls.”

    “What?”

    “I can feel her,” Kael said, his voice low. “The bond, something’s happening to her.”

    He ran down the hall, ignoring the servants who called after him. The moon outside was unnaturally bright, painting the forest in silver light.

    Kael reached the courtyard and shifted before the guards could react, his body exploding into his black wolf form. He sprinted toward the forest, his paws pounding against the ground. The pull grew stronger, guiding him deeper into the trees.

    Somewhere ahead, he could feel her. Her scent, her heartbeat, her fear.

    He pushed faster through the undergrowth until the trees opened into a clearing, and he stopped dead.

    In the center stood a great white wolf, glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. Power rippled through the air like thunder.

    Kael froze. He knew those eyes.

    It was Lyra.

    But before he could take a step forward, another figure moved from the shadows, the man with the silver eyes, his mark burning just like theirs.

    Kael’s growl echoed through the night. The air between them tightened, full of threat and fury.

    Lyra stood between them, golden eyes blazing, her voice rumbling low and fierce.

    “Stop,” she said.

    But neither of them moved.

    The forest was silent except for the whisper of wind through the trees.

            

    Kael stood in his black wolf form, tall and tense, his golden eyes fixed on the stranger across the clearing. The man didn’t move, his calm gaze shifting between Kael and Lyra.

    Lyra’s white wolf form glowed faintly in the moonlight. She stood between them, her breathing uneven, her claws digging into the dirt.

    The stranger raised a hand slowly. “You’ve both been living a lie,” he said. His voice carried through the forest. “Do you even know what binds you?”

    Lyra’s growl deepened. Kael took a step forward, his tail flicking in warning.

    “Who are you?” Kael demanded, his voice low and rough.

    The man’s eyes glowed faintly. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is the curse your blood carries, Alpha of the Draven Pack.”

    Lyra’s ears twitched. “Curse?”

    The man smiled faintly. “You think this bond between you is a gift from the Moon Goddess? It isn’t. It’s retribution.”

    Kael shifted back into his human form, his expression cold and wary. “You’re speaking nonsense.”

    The man shook his head. “Am I? Tell me, Kael do you even know what your pack was before it became the Draven?”

    Kael’s brow furrowed. “We’ve always been Draven.”

    The man’s eyes darkened. “No. Your ancestors were the BloodFangs. Ruthless, power-hungry wolves who led a massacre generations ago. They wiped out an entire pack the SilverClaws, the name Lyra’s pack was called then before the Vale.”

    Lyra’s eyes widened, her white fur bristling.

    The man looked straight at her. “Your family, your lineage, comes from those same SilverClaws. The night your ancestors burned, the curse was born. The Moon Goddess bound the two lines, BloodFang and SilverClaw, so that one would always destroy what it loved most.”

    Lyra’s body trembled. “You mean…”

    “Yes,” the man said quietly. “This bond isn’t a blessing. It’s punishment. Each generation, the Alpha of your bloodline is fated to be bound to the last surviving heir of hers. Love and death, tied together.”

    Kael’s jaw tightened. “You’re lying.”

    The man’s smile faded. “Then tell me, Kael why does your mark burn every time she’s near? Why does her power rise when yours falters?”

    Kael didn’t answer.

    Lyra shifted back into human form, her eyes wide with confusion. “You said my family… my pack… were killed because of him.”

    The man looked at her sadly. “Not him. His blood. His fathers before him. His line started the war. But Kael finished what they began.”

    Kael’s eyes flickered, regret washing across his face. “Enough,” he said quietly.

    But the man kept going. “You slaughtered the remnants of her pack, Kael. The SilverClaws that survived your ancestors’ war. You killed them, her family without knowing they were the ones your ancestors cursed.”

    Lyra took a step back, the ground feeling unsteady beneath her. “No…”

    Kael’s face hardened, but the pain in his eyes was clear. “It was war,” he said, voice low. “Your pack attacked the borders…”

    “They were defending what little they had left!” the man snapped. “You called it victory. The Moon Goddess called it balance.”

    Kael’s breath caught. He looked at Lyra, her eyes filled with shock and hurt. “Lyra…”

    She shook her head slowly. “Your people killed mine.”

    “I didn’t know,” he said, stepping forward. “I wasn’t even born.”

    The man’s tone softened. “And now you do. The curse continues because neither side ever sought forgiveness. Until one of you ends it, it will keep repeating.”

    Lyra’s knees weakened, her heart pounding painfully. “So, we were meant to destroy each other.”

    The man nodded. “Or end the curse. But only one survives when the bond breaks.”

    Kael turned sharply to him. “What are you saying?”

    “I’m saying,” the man replied, “that love between you was never meant to last. It’s the weapon of your bloodlines. The Moon Goddess made sure of it.”

    Before Kael could speak, the man’s eyes flickered silver. “Your fates are already written, Alpha. You can’t escape what was done long before you were born.”

    A gust of cold wind swept through the clearing. When the moonlight shifted, the man was gone, vanishing into the forest as if the darkness itself had swallowed him.

    Lyra stood frozen. Kael reached for her, but she stepped back.

    “Don’t,” she whispered.

    He lowered his hand, his chest tightening. “Lyra, listen to me…”

    “We ruined each other,” she said again, her voice breaking.

    Kael’s eyes softened with regret. “If I could undo it, I would. I should have never killed your family.”

    Her eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t look away. “And now we’re cursed because of it.”

    Kael didn’t deny it. “Yes. But I won’t let it end the way it began.”

    Lyra turned away, trembling. “Then you’ll have to fight fate itself.”

    Kael looked up at the sky, the moonlight burning through the trees. “Then I will.”

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  • The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 15&16

    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 15&16

     

     The Wolf King’s Omega


    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 15&16

    (Bound by moon, betrayed by fate)

    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.

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  • The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 7&8

    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 7&8

     

     The Wolf King’s Omega


    The Wolf King’s Omega – Episode 7&8

    (Bound by moon, betrayed by fate)

    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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  • The Wolf King’s Omega – Synopsis

    The Wolf King’s Omega – Synopsis

     The Wolf King’s Omega


    The Wolf King’s Omega – Synopsis

    (Bound by moon, betrayed by fate)

    By Midnight Sparkles

     ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

    He conquered her pack.

    She swore to see him burn.

    But fate bound their souls beneath the same cursed moon.

    When Alpha Kael Draven, the Wolf King of the North, slaughters the rival pack of the Vale, he takes their defeated Omega as his prize, a trembling girl with fire hidden beneath her fear. Lyra Vale should hate him. She does. But the bond that ignites between them is older than blood, older than war, and it will destroy them both.

    As kingdoms fall and the gods demand their due, Kael and Lyra must choose between vengeance and desire, between the duty of their kind and the hunger that defies it.

    Because under the moon bond, love is no salvation.

    It is the beginning of ruin.

    Get ready to ride on a rollercoaster of secrets, lies and twists in every chapter.

    Until the next chapter, keep sparkling 💙

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