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Twenty-Two: Nightmares.
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The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Twenty-Three: Rejected.
KAYLA.My father’s room was as silent as a graveyard.He laid unconscious across the bed with his hands connected to the fluids that pumped through his body. I made my way into the room as quietly as I could, settling down on the chair beside him.Archer seemed so peaceful while he was asleep, but he also looked just as miserable. I wouldn’t wish being striped off one’s Alpha title to become next to nothing upon my enemy but this man wasn’t my enemy.He was my father.And that was the only reason I still felt connected to him, our bloodline was the only reason I felt sympathy for Archer. He once treated me like trash and a slave, and I could just as easily do the same but I could not bring myself to.He was still my dad and he was all I had left.He was the only link that I had to my mother so when I feared he’d died, my heart sank so low into my chest. I watched him asleep for the next few hours and reminisced on what could’ve been. I didn’t think Archer had an idea that we’d reloc
The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Twenty-Four: Flames.
RAFAEL.She didn't mean it.There was no way in hell that Kayla meant the words that came out of her lips. I stood there, trying to comprehend the last few minutes and it was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do—the hardest pill I had to swallow."Kayla" I called her name as soon as she said it but when as I took a step towards her, she fled down the hills in her wine dress. I heard the echos of her sobs come from a distance and it was obvious that she was crying. It was obvious that it was just as hard for her as it was for me.But I couldn't bring myself to understand why everything had changed so suddenly. Maybe it was my fault, I'd let Veronica stay so much longer that she began to have her doubts. But Kayla needed to understand that everything I did was for her.That keeping Veronica around was so she'd stay too.There was no way I would let anyone or anything harm her. As a hard lump barged down the back of my throat, my eyes jerked out a few tears and I slipped my hands into my
The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Twenty-Five: Revenge.
VERONICA.From the moment Rafael walked in through those doors, I could sense how on edge he was. He reeked of gasoline and had dirt fill the lines of his face. My eyes met Gerald's when he came to a halt and that alone told me something was wrong.“Veronica can I talk to you?" Rafael briskly walked forward and grasped my arms to follow him up the stairs. "Sure—" Caught my surprise, I stuttered, having no other choice but to follow him.His grip around my wrist was tight and his whole countenance was deeply rooted in the fact that he held something back. "What is it?" I asked him, hiding my anxiety in my shrill voice. Rafael walked into our room and closed the door behind him.He then freed me before his hands fell to his hips."Rafael" I called, when for the first few seconds, all I heard were the sounds of his deep breathes. "You wanted to talk to me?" I continued and when I tried to inch closer, he sharply turned around. "You should sit down" He urged and it was like a blow hit m
The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Twenty-Six: Confrontation.
KAYLA.As I sat by the windows with tear-filled eyes, watching the gloomy dark clouds fill the skies, I realized the reason it hurt this much was because rejecting Rafael was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my entire life.My body felt limp and I had cried so much until the tears could no longer fall from my eyes—they just stayed in there. It was as if I lost a heavy piece of myself and my wolf, Isla was already facing the repercussions of it. I hurt her the most unimaginable way.People like me rarely ever got a second chance mate not only because I was an ordinary omega but because this decision was solely mine. No one but me could understand the pain of being alone, and from the moment I met Rafael, everything changed and it scared me for a fact.Because I started to question not only when it will end but how I will end up. I would return to same old Kayla, alone and hurt, broken. That was a lot more pain that I couldn’t subject myself to. So rejecting Rafael was an out, it
The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Twenty-Seven: Ritual.
KAYLA.The rituals were commenced by a deafening howl shot through the skies.The sound pierced through the walls and summoned everyone's attention, including mine. It was time, I realized as I made my way down the stairs. I had grudgingly thrown on a leather jacket on a pair of combat pants with the necklace Rafael had given me hanging loosely around my neck.I couldn't explain it but there was a strange feeling of safety whenever I had it on and besides, it tied the whole look together as well. I figured if I put all my attention in my clothes, I might forget what was really happening that night and that if I wore so much makeup, it would be harder for me to cry.I was still in denial, all through the day and I forced myself to act like my heart wasn't breaking with each step I took until I came out of the castle. There was a crowd of both packs merged into one, facing the northside of the field where there was a large bonfire. The winds swayed my hair and I crossed my arms over m
The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Twenty-Eight: Naked.
KAYLA.The forest was shaken by my voice and as I breathed heavily from my lips, I was finally relieved. When I settled right beside the tree I used to mark where Sarah was killed, I was now completely shifted into my wolf form. It was the second time ever, though the first was vague in my memory but Rafael explained it all to me.It felt strange being alone out here like this. And as the winds blew against my fur, they danced back in response. I was a white wolf to the extent which I could see but there was a brownish spot running along the nape of my neck. My tail wagged and there was this freeing feeling that came upon me.I appreciated the quiet and the sounds of nature as I crouched low to the earth, burying my snout into my forelimbs. I felt different in that moment maybe it was because I was different. I didn't feel like Kayla neither did I look like her.This was Isla and she seemed so goddamn powerful. She wasn't a slave, neither did she have the million scars from years of
The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Twenty-Nine: Sick.
KAYLA.I cowered my head into the toilet to throw up.This time, there was a migraine that pierced through my head as I vomited everything I’d tried to eat since last night. A callous, breath of relief escaped my lips as I lifted my head out. My knees dug into the floor and my back was against the wall—I felt so miserable and sick and I had no idea why. I’d only ever fallen ill like three times in my whole life that wasn’t as a result of the abuse or assault. But over the years, my body had accustomed itself to pain and torture.But just when I thought I was immune, today struck.Beads of sweat trickled down my skin but my whole body was hot. It didn’t help every time I thought about Lucien and what happened the last night—or perhaps, what almost happened. Because then my stomach would tighten again and it would send a shooting pain through my body.Nausea would strike and the next second, I would have my head buried into the toilet again. I breathed heavily from my lips as I sat wit
The Lycan King’s Omega Slave Thirty: Burn.
RAFAEL.There wasn't a single moment that passed that I didn't think about Kayla.I knew she was angry and she had every right to be but what she didn't know was that every second that I was away from her, it hurt me just as much as it hurt her. Veronica, just like everything else would pass and I really wanted to tell her that day.I've wanted to tell her ever since but most of all, I’ve wanted her to trust me. After the ceremony, I did go after her but Kayla had disappeared to only God knew where. I could only imagine what went through her head as she watched both Veronica and I. I'd succeeded in doing to her the last thing I ever wanted to which was hurt her. And I've found it hard to forgive myself ever since.As I sat behind the desk with my arms folded, all I could think about was her and finally making everything right. My mind was unsettled, roaming around with a million thoughts. I needed to speak to Kayla, if only she was willing to even look at me.But then suddenly, there
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