All Chapters of The Lycan King's Omega Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Evening came, and I sat at the long table surrounded by Lycans, trying to make myself as small and invisible as possible. The memory of what I had witnessed earlier haunted me. They had watched that barbaric scene unfold without a shred of empathy or remorse. The way they cheered and laughed—it was like they were watching a game, not lives being destroyed.I feared I’d be next. The cold truth was, there’s no right way to handle trauma. It lingers, seeping into every thought and moment. Watching my fellow wolves tear each other apart for entertainment had left a scar that wouldn’t fade anytime soon. But what hurt even more was Lucas’s silence. He had sat there, doing nothing. He is the Lycan King, he could have done something, yet he chose not to. “Honey,” Lucas’s touch on my arm jolted me from my thoughts. I flinched, pulling away instinctively.“You okay?” he whispered, his voice soft, careful not to draw any unwanted attention.“I’m fine. Just a little distracted,” I replied, forci

Lucas's POVI stepped outside the pack borders, trying to forget my argument with Elara. I joined my father and the other Lycans. Everyone was tense, a storm was coming. Lycans were really nervous about anything, but Amaris. The witch had them shaking. If I didn’t have to kill her, I’d befriend. A woman who has the power to scare all the Lycans is remarkable. My father stood at the front, his usual smug expression masked by the facade he was forced to wear within the pack. Out here, though, his true nature shone through—cold, calculating, and dangerous.“Well, son,” Darian began, a sinister smile playing on his lips, “when are you going to drop this little spell of yours? Your mother told me everything.”I met his gaze, my expression hard. “I’m never breaking it. You know that.”His smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. “You think you can keep me chained forever? This spell won’t last, Lucas. I’ll find a way to break it, and when I do, I’ll make sure you regret ever try

Lucas’ POVI held my ground, forcing my wolf back, though every muscle in my body screamed for action. “Strength isn’t measured by how many we kill. It’s measured by how many we save.”The Lycan sneered, his eyes narrowing in contempt. “Spoken like a man who’s forgotten what it means to be one of us.”Sabrina stepped forward, placing a hand on my arm. Her voice was calm, but there was steel in it. “Lucas is right. These wolves are victims. Killing them makes us no better than the witches controlling them.”My father’s gaze shifted to Sabrina, his expression unreadable. For a moment, no one moved. Then, slowly, he lowered his claws, though his disapproval was evident.“This isn’t over,” he warned with a cold tone. “We’ll see how long your mercy lasts when it costs you everything.”With that, he turned and walked away, the other Lycans reluctantly following his lead. I watched them go. Sabrina’s grip on my arm tightened. “You did the right thing, Lucas.”“It feels like I did the stupid

Lucas’ POV“This isn’t possible. You’re dead.” The words came out before I realized I’d spoken them. “Surprise, Alpha. I’m very much alive.” His grin was wide, almost too wide, like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Do you feel it yet? Has the magic kicked in?”The air was tense, everyone held their breaths. I knew what Matthew meant, I just didn’t think the other Lycans did. The sheer number of wolves around us was too much. None of us was at full power. The forest is pumped with witch magic, which in turn weakens us. Each of us can handle fighting about 50 wolves, even while weak. That’s the power of a Lycan. However, something else was off. The magic got stronger and stronger. “Sabrina…” My father cried out. I turned to see my sister slumped against a tree, her hand pressed to her side. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow. She was slipping away, and I couldn’t do anything about it—not yet.“That’s right,” Matthew said, his tone mocking. “I laced my arrows with the same poi

Elara’s POV“I used to scrub these floors. Back in my old pack, they'd make me clean the hospital wing after battles, after accidents, after anything that brought real wolves in for treatment. I'd mop up blood and bandages, listening to them groan in pain while nurses rushed past me like I was invisible. Sometimes I'd hear them whisper - *stupid omega, worthless omega, don't waste medicine on her kind*.” Aurelio looked at me, really looked at me. He had nothing to say. “I remember the day I broke my arm. Three younger wolves had caught me alone, wanted to teach the omega her place. I'd dragged myself to the hospital entrance, blood dripping onto those clean floors I'd just mopped. The nurse had looked right through me, told me to clean up my own mess. I learned to set my own bones after that. Living in Matthew’s pack as the bullied omega taught me that services like health care were only available to wolves who mattered. For years, even when seriously sick, I’d clean the floors and