The Wolf King’s Omega
By Midnight Sparkles
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Two weeks passed in a blur of preparation. Banners were hung from every stone pillar, musicians practiced in the courtyard, and the entire Draven Pack buzzed with excitement. Inside the castle, Lyra and Kael were being prepared separately for the coronation.
But miles away, far from the palace walls, a lonely cottage stood at the edge of the dark forest. Smoke curled from its chimney as if the building itself breathed. The air around it felt deeper, older, stirred by the magic stitched into its foundation.
Inside, the witch stirred a cauldron that glowed faint green. Her eyes remained fixed on the swirling smoke above it.
The stranger from the forest stood behind her, arms crossed. His expression was grim.
“You called me early,” he said.
The witch did not turn. “Today is the coronation. I wanted you to see this yourself.”
The stranger stepped closer. “I already know what it means.”
“You do not know enough,” she replied sharply.
He frowned. “Then tell me.”
The witch waved her hand over the cauldron. The smoke rose higher, forming faint shapes and shadows. The outline of the castle appeared, then the throne room, then Kael and Lyra standing side by side.
“They think this coronation will bring peace,” the witch said. “They think crowning him king and her queen will lift the curse, bring hope to the pack, and quiet the whisper of doom.”
The stranger stared at the figures in the smoke. “They are innocent. They do not deserve what is coming.”
“Fate does not care for innocence,” the witch answered. “And neither does the Moonline.”
He clenched his jaw. “They are walking toward destruction. They do not even know it.”
“Exactly.” The witch’s voice softened, but her expression did not. “Kael and Lyra are unaware of what will befall them today. They hastened the coronation, thinking unity would strengthen the pack.”
The smoke darkened suddenly, swallowing the castle. The sound of distant thunder echoed inside the cottage.
The witch stepped back. “But the Moonline reacts to balance. And the balance is broken. The bond they share was cursed before they were born, tied to blood spilled generations ago.”
The stranger looked away. “I tried warning her.”
“You gave her only pieces,” the witch replied. “She does not yet understand the full truth.”
He turned back to her. “Should we stop the coronation.”
“We cannot,” the witch said immediately. “Fate has already chosen this path. If we interfere, it will only grow worse.”
The stranger’s eyes narrowed. “Then what do we do.”
“Watch,” the witch answered. “And prepare.”
“For what,” he asked.
She met his gaze finally, her eyes glowing faintly as the cauldron hissed.
“For the doom that will follow their crowns.”
The stranger stepped closer to the smoke again. “The kingdom will fall if they do not survive what is coming.”
“Not just the kingdom,” the witch corrected. “The bond itself will tear the pack apart. Blood will spill again. The Moonline will take what it is owed.”
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “She is not ready. Neither of them is.”
“No one is,” the witch quietly replied. “That is why the Moon chose them.”
He looked at the swirling image of Lyra in her coronation robes, the mark on her shoulder faintly glowing. “She has already suffered enough.”
“As has he,” the witch murmured. “But destiny does not change because we pity them.”
The stranger exhaled slowly. “What happens today. Tell me exactly.”
The witch hesitated, her fingers curling around the edge of the cauldron. “Something will awaken during the ceremony. Something old. Something bound to the curse and to the first blood spilled by Kael’s forefathers.”
He stared at her in silence.
“The coronation,” she said slowly, “will call it forward.”
“And then,” he whispered, “doom.”
The cottage trembled slightly, as if answering his words.
The witch watched the smoke collapse back into the cauldron. “We stand on the edge of a prophecy that will not be silenced.”
The stranger closed his eyes. “Then may the Goddess guide them.”
“She already has,” the witch said softly. “But guidance is not protection.”
“And today,” she added, turning back to the cauldron, “the Moon will demand its due.”
***
The palace had never looked this breathtaking. Golden fabrics draped from the high stone pillars, flowers lined the walls in spirals, and hundreds of lanterns filled the hall with warm light. Warriors and nobles filled every seat, whispering with excitement. The coronation of a new king and queen was a moment Draven Pack had not seen in decades.
In Lyra’s room, soft music played as maids adjusted the last silver pins in her hair. Elin stood right beside her, eyes shining with pride.
“You look like the moon came down to kiss you,” Elin said, almost breathless.
Lyra smiled nervously. “I feel like I can barely breathe.”
“That is normal,” Elin said. “But you look perfect. Everyone will see it.”
Lyra stood slowly and faced the mirror. Her dress shimmered like starlight, flowing to the floor with graceful folds. Her hair framed her face beautifully, and a thin silver chain rested across her forehead.
A soft knock sounded, and a maid opened the door slightly.
“Lady Lyra, it is time,” she said.
Elin squeezed Lyra’s hands. “Ready.”
“As ready as I can be,” Lyra whispered.
They stepped out into the hallway.
In another wing of the castle, Kael stood before a tall mirror while two attendants fixed the last details of his ceremonial cloak. His black and silver attire made him look powerful, every inch the king he was about to become. Ronan stood beside him wearing his formal Beta uniform.
“You look calm,” Ronan said.
Kael gave him a faint smile. “I am not. But I will pretend well.”
Ronan chuckled. “Good. Because the pack is already nervous. Today is huge.”
Kael looked at his reflection again. “It is more than huge. It is a turning point.”
A guard knocked on his door. “Alpha Kael, the Queen Luna awaits.”
Kael inhaled deeply. “Let us go.”
They stepped into the hall at the same moment Lyra entered from the opposite side.
For a second, everything faded around them.
Lyra met his eyes, and Kael felt something shift inside him, a warm rush that made it hard to breathe. She looked stunning, almost unreal. Her presence alone lit up the corridor.
Kael offered his hand. “Shall we.”
Her fingers slid into his gently. “Yes.”
Elin stepped back, proudly watching them.
Two lines of guards stood tall as Kael and Lyra walked forward side by side toward the grand throne hall.
Inside, the crowd rose to their feet. Murmurs filled the air.
“She is beautiful.”
“Look at them.”
“They are perfect together.”
Kael and Lyra walked through the decorated aisle, smiling and waving as the pack cheered. Queen Althea watched from her place near the altar, dressed in deep royal blue, her eyes shining with a mix of pride and worry.
The music increased .
The High Priestess stood at the altar, her robes shining with golden thread.
Kael and Lyra climbed the steps and faced her.
“Today,” the priestess said, her voice echoing over the hall, “we crown a new king and queen. Today marks the rise of Draven Pack under fresh strength and unity.”
Kael squeezed Lyra’s hand, a small comforting gesture. She squeezed back.
The priestess lifted a crown adorned with black diamonds.
“Kael of Draven Pack,” she said, “do you swear to protect your people, to rule with honor, and to stand with the Luna chosen for you by fate.”
“I swear,” Kael answered clearly.
She lowered the crown onto his head, and the hall erupted with cheers.
Then she lifted the silver moon-shaped crown meant for Lyra.
“Lyra of the awakened Moonline,” the priestess said, “do you swear to guide this pack with wisdom, to protect them with your gift, and to rule beside your king with strength.”
Lyra’s voice was soft but steady. “I swear.”
The crown settled onto her head, and the hall shook with applause.
“By the blessing of the Moon Goddess,” the priestess declared, “I crown Kael as King of Draven Pack and Lyra as Queen and Luna.”
The crowd rose to their feet. Warriors lifted their fists in salute. Families cheered and clapped. Music burst into life again.
Kael turned to Lyra, whispering, “You did amazing.”
She smiled shyly. “So did you.”
Ronan stepped forward and bowed to them both. “Long live the King. Long live the Queen.”
The hall repeated his words loudly until the walls vibrated.
Kael and Lyra stood together at the altar, hands intertwined, smiling at their people.
***
The cheers of the coronation had barely faded when the palace trembled. A sudden surge of dark energy ripped through the hall. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” Screams erupted as the air burned, lighting chandeliers swung violently, and the walls groaned. Wolves and humans alike fell to the ground, clutching their heads in agony. Kael and Lyra stumbled but remained standing, shock in their eyes.
Lyra’s mark flared. She dropped to one knee, raising her hands instinctively, summoning her power to fight the encroaching darkness. Sparks of silver energy shot from her fingertips, pushing back the dark surge bit by bit. Kael stood beside her, fists glowing, his own energy colliding with hers in a desperate attempt to hold the curse at bay. Pain seared through both of them. Their muscles screamed, their hearts pounded, but they refused to fall.
A bright light descended from the ceiling, and the air itself seemed to thrum with power. A figure appeared, ethereal and terrifying—the Moon Goddess, her gaze cold and unyielding.
“You were cursed from the beginning,” she said, her voice echoing through the hall. “No one has survived this curse, and neither of you will. You were close to breaking the bond, yes, but you never discovered all the truth in time. Now all will pay.”
A dark pulse rippled outward. The remaining crowd screamed in pain as the surge spread like wildfire and all died. Ronan, eyes wide with terror, fell to his knees near them, blood trickling from his mouth.
“Alpha… Kael… Lyra… survive…” he gasped, choking. “Thank… thank you… for everything…” He convulsed, then went still.
“No!” Kael screamed, rushing to Ronan’s side. He shook him, desperately. “Ronan! No! Stay with me!” But Ronan’s chest rose and fell no more.
Lyra dropped to her knees as Elin coughed violently, blood dripping onto her gown. She clutched Lyra’s hand desperately. “Lyra… don’t… leave…” Her voice faltered.
Lyra grabbed her, pressing her hands to her friend’s chest. “No! Don’t die! Please! Take me instead! Just leave them alive!” Her voice cracked with terror and grief.
But the Moon Goddess’ voice boomed again, impossibly loud and full of finality. “It is too late. Their fate is sealed.”
Elin’s grip loosened. She gasped once and went still. Lyra screamed, her voice tearing the hall apart, her heart breaking as the world seemed to collapse around her.
Kael’s mother, Queen Althea, fell to her knees beside them, blood staining her robe. Kael and Lyra raced to her, tears blinding them. Althea clutched Kael’s hand weakly.
“I… I tried… I tried to save you,” she whispered through choking sobs. “I failed… as a mother…” Her body went limp, and she died, her tears falling onto the floor.
Kael collapsed on his knees, gripping her cold hand. “No! Mother! This is my fault! Everything is my fault!” His voice cracked, and he cursed himself over and over. His rage and grief roared, but there was no one left to hear him.
Lyra knelt beside him, trembling. Her hands were shaking violently as she clutched his. “Kael… it’s only us now…”
Kael met her gaze, eyes filled with pain, hopelessness, and love. “I’m sorry… Lyra. I… I loved you.”
Lyra shook her head, tears streaking her face. “We should have never met… not like this… not ever…” Her voice broke, but she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his.
The Moon Goddess’ voice echoed one final time, cold and absolute. “Your deaths were fated from the beginning. Not even love could change it.”
She vanished, and the hall fell silent. The dark energy withdrew, but the destruction was complete. Around them lay the bodies of the pack, the maids, the council, their friends. Only Kael and Lyra remained, holding each other’s hands, their breaths shallow, their bodies weak, their hearts shattered.
Kael whispered, “I’m sorry… I loved you…”
Lyra pressed closer to him. “We… we shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t have…” Her tears fell freely. “But I loved you too.”
They held each other, hands entwined, foreheads pressed together, clinging to the last comfort they had. They whispered words of love, words of regret, words of longing. The castle was empty around them, silent except for their ragged breathing.
And then, slowly, they fell. Side by side. Hands still clasped, lips almost touching, hearts finally stilling. The last light of hope faded, and the palace fell silent.
Their love had burned bright, but fate had claimed them both.
EPILOGUE — The Silence of Draven Pack
The castle was empty. Silence pressed against the walls where laughter and music had once echoed. The banners hung limp, and the scent of smoke and blood lingered in the air.
No cheers, no footsteps, no voices, only the cold wind whispering through broken windows.
Outside, the moon shone as it had centuries before, indifferent to the fate of those who had dared to defy it. The Draven Pack lay scattered across the palace grounds, their lives claimed by a curse older than the kingdom itself.
Yet in the grand hall, at the altar where Kael and Lyra had been crowned, their crowns still rested. The silver and black gleamed in the pale moonlight. Two empty figures, remembered in the carved stone of the throne room, whispered a story of love, courage, and defiance to anyone who would listen.
And somewhere, far beyond the castle walls, the wind carried a faint pulse—like a heartbeat. A memory of two souls bound together, unbroken even in death, their love eternal against the cruelty of fate.
The kingdom had fallen. The curse had won. But the story of the Wolf King and his Omega would linger forever, in whispers, in the moonlight, and in the hearts of those who dared to remember.
Bound by love, doomed by fate, two hearts that even death could not break.
THE END.
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