All Chapters of The Lycan King's Omega Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucas’s POVElara’s eyelids flutter open, and for a moment, she seems confused, her gaze drifting around the room until it finally lands on me. Her eyes widen, she’s afraid. “Elara,” I whisper, keeping my voice low. “I’m right here.”She tightens her fingers around mine—a weak grip, but enough to tell me she knows I’m with her. I can’t tell if she’s trying to speak or if she’s just holding on, anchoring herself to something familiar. I let her be, watching the way her breathing steadies, the way her gaze clings to mine as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.“Lucas…” she breathes, so quietly I have to strain to hear her. I lean in closer, her name barely leaving my lips.“I’m not going anywhere, Elara. I promise.”Her fingers tighten just a little more, as if that was what she needed to hear. I sit by her side, letting her grip anchor me as much as it anchors her. For a while, I forget the rage simmering inside me, the thoughts of who did this to her and how they’re still out there, hidin

Lucas’ POVI sprinted towards the house along the path, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. The betrayal of my father and its consequences became less significant over time. Elara was at the top of my list. The deceit of the doctor lingered in my thoughts, causing me great fear. What has happened to her? I needed to find her.I burst into the house, forcefully passing through the doorway without hesitating, causing the door to swing open. Elara plagued my mind with images of suffering, harmed by someone amidst this tangled web of lies. I wasn't bothered by the turmoil nearby; all that mattered was ensuring she was safe."Hey, Elara!" I yelled loudly, my voice bouncing off the walls as I ran quickly to our room. The door opened, showing a well-made bed with neatly folded sheets. The view struck me as hard as a slap on the face. She wasn't here. Fear crept up from my stomach, contorting and constricting, constricting my chest."Where on earth is she?" Feelings of panic rushed through

Lucas' POVI held her close, my hands instinctively sliding over the damp, smooth surface of her skin. Every curve under my fingertips, every delicate line, felt like it was carved into memory, a sensation I knew I would carry with me. The water trailed down her shoulders, tracing paths along her back as I pressed her closer, feeling her heartbeat fluttering against my chest. It was like she was all that mattered in that moment—just Elara and me, our world narrowed to the soft hiss of water and the sensation of her in my arms.As I leaned in, our breaths mingled, her lips parted, meeting mine with a softness that nearly undid me. The warmth of her mouth tasted faintly sweet, the water carrying the essence of her, fresh and perfect. My hands slid to her waist, pulling her as close as possible, every inch of her pressing into me, feeling fragile, like something rare and precious I had the responsibility to protect.She sighed softly into the kiss, her arms slipping up to circle my neck,

Lucas' POVI stepped into the council chamber, Aurelio right behind me. The stench of fear enveloped the room. News about loosing control when Elara had been kidnapped spread like wild fire. My men were afraid of me, the walked on eggshells around me.While I didn’t mind the fear, I hated the doubt. Each word was spoken with second thoughts, no one fully ready to speak their minds, afraid of what I might do. It was tiring. The pack’s council members were already seated around the large table. They were a bunch of old men and woman who had ties to the pack members and these lands. Among them was the high priestess, who could barely meet my eyes. She was afraid of me-feared what I could do. And I relished it. I’d earned that fear, to make them understand that in my world, there was no room for weakness, no room for failure. I didn’t need them. I never had. The pack, the council—they were nothing more than pawns in the grand game I played, and today, they were here to understand just h

**Elara's POV**“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice like a breeze, smoothing over the tension in my shoulders. “I’ve arranged something for us.”Before I could respond, he took my hand in his, his grip warm and reassuring. The way he held me, as though he could keep the world at bay, made my heart flutter in my chest. “What is it?” I asked, my voice a little more hopeful than I meant it to be.“A nice dinner,” he said with a small smile. “I thought you could use a break. You’ve had a long day.”The words were simple, but they sent a ripple of comfort through me. A break. Yes, I needed that. Something that wasn’t about the pack, or about appearances, or about the constant pressure. Just a quiet, peaceful evening with him.He led me to the driveway, where a sleek black car was waiting, the engine humming softly. The door opened, and the driver stepped out, greeting us with a polite nod.“It’s in the city,” Lucas said, his voice casual, but his eyes were on me, watching, waiting. “I thoug