All Chapters of The Lycan King's Omega Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

…He reached for Sabrina, his hand clamping around the back of her neck. She screamed, her voice high-pitched and desperate as he dragged her toward me.“Stop!” I yelled, the pain in my chest forgotten as panic surged through me.He ignored me, his grip on her tightening as she thrashed against him. “You want to protect her so badly?” he said, his eyes glinting with malice. “Then prove you’re strong enough to do it.”I froze, the memory of the stable flashing through my mind. I was seven, still so small, when the beast inside me first took over. I had begged him to stop pushing me, to leave me alone, but he hadn’t listened. By the time it was over, the horses were dead, their blood staining the hay, and I was left shaking in the corner, terrified of myself.“You remember what happened last time, don’t you?” my father said, his voice soft but no less dangerous. “Let it out, Lucas. Show her what you’re capable of.”“No,” I whispered, my hands clenching into fists.He sighed, shaking his

Lucas' POVMy patience snapped. Enough of this game. I wasn’t going to let him play puppeteer while my people stood paralyzed in fear.I turned, my voice thundering through the clearing in a command that carried every ounce of authority I had as Alpha. “To arms! Protect your families! Take down the mercenaries now!”For a moment, there was silence—a beat of hesitation as the pack processed my order. Then, like a dam breaking, the crowd erupted into action. My wolves sprang at the mercenaries, their loyalty ignited by the clarity of my call. Cries of defiance filled the night as my pack fought to protect their own.A roar of approval erupted from some of the pack, but it was quickly drowned out by chaos as the first betrayal struck. Half of my warriors—the same ones I had trained and trusted—turned on their own.My breath caught as one of them, Jacob, a wolf I’d trained and turned warrior, snarled at his own brother. “Stand down,” Jacob ordered, his claws glinting in the moonlight. “We

Elara’s POVThe tunnels were quiet except for the sound of our footsteps echoing against the damp stone walls. Sabrina walked ahead of me, her movements purposeful, her eyes scanning the path for any sign of danger. She had been tense since we entered, her usual confidence replaced with a cold focus.I stayed close, gripping the small dagger she had given me earlier. "Do you think anyone followed us?" I asked, my voice low, trying not to let the unease creep in.Sabrina didn’t answer right away. When she did, her tone was clipped. "It doesn’t matter. If they did, we deal with it."Before I could respond, a noise behind us made us both stop. It was faint but distinct—the soft scuff of a boot against stone. Sabrina turned sharply, her claws extending."Who's there?" she called out, her voice steady.A figure stepped into the dim light of the tunnel. It was Aurelio."Aurelio?" Sabrina’s voice was filled with confusion, her claws retracting slightly."I came to check on you," he said, his

Elara’s POVThe world around me felt like it was slipping away, blurry and unsteady, like I was trapped in a haze. I could barely keep my eyes open, and the faint pull of unconsciousness threatened to consume me entirely. The woman kept me upright as we moved from one car to another. I felt like a ragdoll, my body swaying with each uneven step, my legs too weak to hold me up."You're such a good girl, Elara," the woman’s voice purred, smooth and sweet like poison. She spoke as if I could hear her, as if her words were meant to comfort me. But there was no comfort in them—only an overwhelming sense of dread.My head spun, and every inch of me screamed for sleep. The drugs she kept feeding me made it harder and harder to think, to focus on anything other than the hollow emptiness they left in my mind. I knew I had to stay awake. I had to fight."Just a little further, darling," she murmured, her grip tight on my arm, leading me into another car. The doors slammed shut, and I was shoved

Lucas’ POVMy wrists ached from the weight of the chains. Every movement sent sharp pain shooting up my arms, but I didn’t care. Pain was better than the suffocating silence of this place. The underground cellar was damp, the walls slick with moisture that seemed to seep into my bones. A single torch flickered near the doorway, casting long, wavering shadows that looked like specters creeping closer. I hated this place. I hated what it represented. But more than anything, I hated that I was here, trapped, useless.My thoughts spiraled, as they always did when I was alone too long. Where was Elara? Was she safe? The not knowing gnawed at me, eating away whatever scraps of sanity I had left. I’d called for her until my voice was hoarse, screamed her name into the darkness, but no one answered. It was just me and the echoes of my desperation.The sound of footsteps jerked me out of my thoughts. My body tensed, muscles coiled like a spring, ready to lash out despite the restraints. The he