บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Omega Mate: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Lucas’s POV“You’re a psycho who’s not worth being loved,” Aurelio spat, catching my ear as I passed by the office. “You Lycans are monsters, believing you’re self-righteous and refusing to get over petty things. So I stabbed you. How many times has Lucas or your father stabbed you? You forgave them, but not me. Why?”Before Sabrina could respond, I stepped into the room. Her eyes met mine, brimming with unshed tears. I’d never seen her look so broken, especially not by someone like Aurelio. For a moment, I understood why my father despised werewolves. Why he felt they needed to be kept in their place? Kindness had made them forget who held true power.“What the hell did you just say to her?” I asked, though rage simmered on the inside. Aurelio sneered, shrugging like my words were beneath him. “It’s the truth. She’s unstable, Lucas. She won’t let this go. Yet I was bewitched. If anything, I’m the victim here. She should be apologizing to me for not giving me Elara when I asked for h

Elara’s POVThe library was my escape, a rare corner of peace in a house where chaos seemed to reign. I ran my fingers over the spine of a thick leather-bound book, trying to ground myself. The baby kicked, the bump was growing. Sabrina was out looking over Aurelio then we'd head out for shopping later. Lucas was busy talking with the council, it was a little rocky in the pack. People were still recovering from his father's rule and not everyone was accepting. Just like Aurelio had said, the pack members felt betrayed. They'd expected Lucas to rescue them but instead he and Sabrina were gone for days trying to save me. In this moment, I can barely walk around the pack because I'm scared someone will try to hurt me. They blame me for everyone who was killed by Darian. If I'd not been in trouble, then Lucas would have come back earlier. On one hand, I fully understood their pain. Lucas was linient with his father, barely throwing a punch because he surrendered and apologizes. I felt

I sat at my desk, staring at the papers in front of me. Maria’s words stuck in my mind. She didn’t sugarcoat anything. The pack didn’t trust me. They thought I was like my father. It made sense now why everything felt off since I returned. They expected justice, and I let them down.The door opened without a knock. Only one person walked in like that.“Mother,” I said, keeping my voice even. Just the sight of her made me nauseous. She’d been cooked up on the south wing of the pack house away from prying eyes. She loved her privacy, she was a silent woman who barely said a word. Emotionless like a robot. She stepped inside, calm as ever. “You’ve forgotten basic discipline, Lucas,” she said. “An open door invites trouble.”“What do you want?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. I didn’t have time for her riddles. Everything my mother said was an angle. A plan or a riddle she wanted me to crack. She hated her kids, she made us work for every piece of information and interaction with her

Lucas' POV"Son, you need to release your father from this spell. The other Lycans will not listen or join your father when he's acting like a fucking saint." My mother burst into my office, catching Elara on my lap behind the desk, kissing me passionately. I felt my mate flinch in fear, but I held her firm, rubbing her back."Get out!""Not until you hear what I have to say. No son who disrespects his father ever amounts to anything." I clenched my fists, rage coursing through my veins."Darling, give us a moment."Elara didn't hesitate, her fear of my mother evident in every graceful movement as she rose from my lap. Her belly was slowly growing, and every day she became more beautiful."I'll be with Sabrina," Elara said as she left. My mother sat in front of me."Perhaps it's time you taught your mate proper etiquette? I remain the mighty Lycan Queen as long as you two are unmarried – she should bow each time she sees me. "A bitter laugh escaped my lips, genuine surprise coloring

Elara’s POV“For people who’ve barely seen each other in 500 years, you Lycan’s catch up well.’’ I said to Sabrina, who was standing at my side. “Lycans interact with each other naturally. There’s no hatred or power grab between us. Unlike wolves, who kill each other for power and betray each other. Lycans only know one leader, a Lycan King, and only one agenda, whatever the Lycan King says.’’ I took in her words for a moment, yet they prompted a question. “So why can’t Lucas just command them to stop mistreating werewolves.’’ “My father led them for 800 years, he taught an entire generation of Lycans to hate werewolves. While Lucas is the entitled Lycan King, he’s not fulfilled tradition and they wouldn’t follow him mindlessly.’’ “Tradition, what tradition?’’ Sabrina smiled as an older woman approached us. Each step she took, the enslaved werewolf kneeling at her feet crawled next to her. She didn’t seem bothered by it. “Aren’t they just so cute.’’ She says to Sabrina, reaching