The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Lady Althea stood in the shadowed corridor, hidden behind a marble pillar. She had come to check the northern wing, and that was when she saw them.
Kael and Lyra.
Walking side by side in the dark hallway…
Their hands intertwined.
Kael didn’t look like a strict Alpha.
He looked like a man who had chosen someone already.
And Lyra, tired, swollen eyed, dusty from work still looked like she belonged at his side more than anyone Althea had ever seen him with.
Althea’s stomach twisted.
Not with hatred. With fear.
“She will destroy you, Kael,” she whispered to herself. “Even if she doesn’t mean to.”
The old prophecy rang in her mind:
> The weak moon marked girl will either crown the Alpha king… or ruin him.
Althea closed her eyes, fighting the ache in her chest.
She didn’t hate Lyra. The truth was worse, she pitied her.
Because if this bond continued… one of them would break.
And it might not be Kael.
***
Lyra woke to warmth, sunlight through silk curtains, and a soft blanket around her. For a heartbeat she forgot where she was.
Then she smelled pine and smoke.
Kael’s scent.
Her eyes shot open. She sat up fast, and froze.
She was in Kael’s room.
Not the servant quarters.
Her cheeks flushed hot. Memories from the storage hall rushed back, his hands on her waist, his lips on hers, the way he whispered her name like it meant something.
Her heart started racing again.
The door opened. Kael stepped in, shirt loosened, hair still wet from training. His eyes landed on her and softened instantly.
“You’re awake.”
Lyra tried to sit straighter, pulling the blanket up like a shield.
“I fell asleep here?”
“You passed out the moment we reached my room,” he said quietly. “You were exhausted.”
Her face turned to red. “I should go. If someone sees…”
“They won’t.” His voice deepened. “And even if they did, I wouldn’t care.”
“Kael…” she whispered. “This is dangerous.”
He walked toward her slowly, gaze fixed on her, and took her chin between his fingers gently.
“I know,” he whispered. “But I’m not stepping away from you.”
Her breath caught. His thumb brushed her cheek, warm and soft.
“I meant what I said last night,” Kael continued. “This isn’t just the bond anymore.”
Lyra swallowed, voice small and brave. “I know.”
Kael leaned in, but stopped just before he kissed her, testing, waiting to see if she’d close that last inch.
She did.
Their lips touched softly at first, then deeper, fuller, as if they had been waiting their whole lives to wake up like this.
It wasn’t desperate like last night.
It was warm and full of love.
A knock suddenly echoed through the room.
Kael froze, jaw tightening.
“Alpha Kael,” a voice called. “The council has arrived. They request your presence.”
Lyra’s heart dropped.
Kael exhaled slowly. “Stay here. Don’t open the door.”
She nodded.
Before leaving, he pressed one last kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll come back to you.”
And then he was gone.
Lyra sat there, hands pressed to her lips, breath trembling.
She was falling for him.
Too fast. Too deep.
Lyra slipped quietly out of Kael’s room, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Her hair was messy, her lips were still swollen from kissing, and her heart was beating way too fast.
She walked fast down the hall, trying to look normal… but she could still feel Kael’s warmth on her skin.
She turned a corner, and stopped.
Ronan stood there.
His training shirt still damp with sweat, hair messy, eyes tired… but when he saw her stepping out from the direction of Kael’s quarters, his expression froze.
Something shifted in his face
Hurt.
Lyra opened her mouth. “Ronan…”
“It’s fine,” he said quickly, but his voice cracked slightly. “I already knew.”
She lowered her eyes. “I didn’t mean for…”
“You don’t owe me explanations.”
His tone was calm. It hurt worse than shouting would have.
Ronan forced a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Just… be careful, Lyra.”
She nodded. He walked past her.
Lyra watched him go, feeling guilt squeeze her chest.
Ronan cared. Maybe more than she realized.
***
In the throne room
Later that morning, Kael stood tall in the throne hall. Ephra and the Head Maid, Hale, stood before him.
Ephra kept her chin high.
Hale looked nervous, wringing her apron.
Kael didn’t waste time.
“From this moment on, Lyra is no longer a servant in this palace.”
Hale gasped softly, hand flying to her mouth in happy shock. Ephra’s eyebrows shot up and her jaw clenched.
Kael continued,
“She will hold the title of Lady Lyra. No one will mistreat her again. She is to be respected.”
Hale bowed immediately, smiling wide.
“Yes, Alpha! Of course! Lady Lyra deserves…”
Ephra cut in.
“As you command, Alpha.”
Her tone was respectful, but her eyes burned with anger she tried to hide.
Kael’s gaze narrowed slightly at her reaction.
Then he dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
They bowed and left the hall.
Servant Quarters
The moment the doors closed behind them, Ephra spun around and stormed down the corridor.
Hale hurried after her, still beaming.
“Isn’t it wonderful? She won’t suffer anymore..”
Ephra stopped suddenly, turning sharply.
“Wonderful? That weak girl will outrank us now. Us. Do you understand what that means?”
Hale blinked.
“It means she finally gets treated right.”
“It means I answer to her now,” Ephra hissed. “And I refuse to bow to someone like her.”
She stormed into the maids’ hall, clapping loudly to get everyone’s attention.
Maids looked up from washing, folding, and sweeping.
Ephra lifted her chin proudly and announced in a sharp voice:
“Listen well. Lyra is no longer a servant. The Alpha has given her the title of Lady Lyra. She now stands above every one of you.”
Gasps. Whispers. Shock.
Hale smiled softly, hands clasped in excitement.
But most of the maids didn’t look happy.
One maid whispered,
“A weak omega… a lady? Impossible…”
Another scoffed,
“So she charmed her way up.”
Ephra smirked when she heard it.
Hale’s smile faded slowly.
She looked around, realizing this would not make Lyra’s life easier.
If anything…
It was about to get harder.
***
Lyra was sweeping leaves near the garden path, trying to keep to herself and stay unnoticed when footsteps hurried up behind her.
“Lyra!”
She turned quickly, Elin ran toward her, cheeks flushed with excitement, hair bouncing behind her. She looked like she was about to explode.
“You… you… you’re a lady now!” Elin blurted, nearly squealing. “A real lady! Kael announced it in the throne hall!”
Lyra blinked, broom still in hand.
“What?”
Elin grabbed her hands, jumping lightly in place.
“You’re not a servant anymore. You have a title. A room will be arranged. Clothes. Everything. Lyra, this is huge!”
Lyra’s chest tightened. Part disbelief, part fear.
“But… the others…”
“They’ll be mad,” Elin admitted. “Some already are. But it doesn’t matter. You deserved better than this place.”
Before Lyra could speak, Elin pulled her into a sudden hug. Lyra froze, surprised, then slowly hugged her back.
“You’re my friend,” Elin whispered. “And I’m proud.”
They stepped apart just as footsteps approached.
Serena rounded the corner with furious grace, a maid trailing behind her. Her perfect hair, her perfect pearl dress, but her eyes were burning.
She spotted Lyra immediately.
And the heat in her gaze turned to ice.
“Lady Lyra,” Serena said, voice tight, like the words tasted sour in her mouth.
Lyra straightened, unsure if she should bow. Serena didn’t wait.
“So this is how things are now?” she asked, lips curling. “A servant lifted to a title overnight? How convenient.”
Lyra held her breath. Elin stepped protectively closer to her.
But Serena wasn’t talking to Lyra, not really. Her rage was aimed at someone she couldn’t touch.
Kael.
“Tell me,” Serena continued, crossing her arms, “what exactly did you do to earn such a position? I would love to hear.”
Lyra stayed quiet. Anything she said would be twisted.
Serena leaned in slightly, voice lowering but filled with venom.
“You think this protects you? It doesn’t. It puts a target on your back bigger than before.”
Elin snapped, “Leave her alone!”
Serena ignored her and lifted her chin proudly.
“I will speak to Kael. Right now.”
She spun on her heel and marched away.
Elin exhaled shakily.
“She’s going to explode.”
Lyra swallowed, gripping the broom handle tighter.
TBC
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