All Chapters of The Lycan King's Omega Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I didn’t need Theo’s words to confirm what my gut was already screaming. The air felt wrong, heavy, as if the land itself was laughing at our stupidity. But then Theo’s voice came, sharp and urgent: "Lucas, it’s a trap."I didn’t have time to respond before it all unraveled. The rogues ahead slowed, their movements suddenly coordinated in a way that screamed premeditation. Rylan, the so-called decoy, raised his hand, not in surrender, but in signal. My stomach twisted."What the—" Sabrina started, her eyes narrowing on the rogues. But before she could finish, they turned to us, no longer pretending to be allies.The gates of the witches’ village creaked open, their sound low and mocking, like an unspoken welcome to the slaughterhouse. Then they appeared—the witches. They didn’t storm us like an army. No, that would have been too straightforward. Instead, they strolled out, casual and confident, as if they’d already won. Their faces wore smug expressions that made my blood boil."Rylan

The door opened without warning, and Darian turned his head just as his wife stepped into the room. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pause, didn’t even narrow her eyes. She glanced at him and the naked woman lying on top of her mate. She walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a necklace. The sight of her calm, indifferent movements made his stomach twist. She didn’t care.“You’re not going to say anything?” he asked, his voice rising. He pushed the girl off him and stood, glaring at his wife. “I fuck another woman in our bed, and you couldn’t care less?”She didn’t bother looking at him. She fastened the necklace, letting the clasp click into place, then smoothed her hair. “You’re throwing a tantrum, as usual,” she said without emotion. “Unfortunately, I raised Sabrina and Lucas. I’m not interested in raising another child.”The words hit him harder than they should have. He clenched his fists and took a step toward her, but she was already walking away. She left the

Lucas’ POVI’d fought battles before, but none had ever felt as strange as this one. My claws were slick with blood, my fangs bared as I tore through another opponent. The witches had power—they could’ve crushed us if they wanted. But something held them back. Their spells fizzled in their hands, their focus locked on a chant and a name whispered through the fray: Amaris.They wanted time. I wasn’t about to give it to them.I swung hard, my claws ripping across the chest of a witch who’d dared to rush me. She stumbled back, gasping, before crumpling to the ground. My knuckles throbbed from the blows I’d already landed, but the adrenaline dulled the pain.“Elara, stay back!” I barked over my shoulder.She was exactly where I’d told her to be, pressed against a cracked stone wall. Her eyes were wide, flicking between me and the chaos in front of her. She didn’t argue—she hadn’t said a word since the fight started—but I could feel the weight of her frustration.A snarl drew my attention

Elara’s POV“Did we do the right thing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Both of them turned to look at me.“Leaving him there to die,” I continued, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I thought… I thought being kind was the best revenge.”Lucas reached for my hand. “Elara, the world isn’t kind,” he said. “It’s cruel. And we’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”Sabrina nodded, her eyes softening for the first time since we’d left the scene. “No matter the cost,” she added. “No matter who we have to kill.”The finality in her tone sent a chill down my spine, but it was oddly reassuring. I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t just a burden or a problem to be solved. I was… protected. Loved.I glanced between them, the two people who had become my family, and a bittersweet ache settled in my chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.The tension eased, but only slightly. Sabrina turned back to the wheel, gripping it tightly before speaking. “Are you ready for what’s next?” she asked, her tone sharp

Elara’s POVI didn’t feel beautiful. Not today. Not with the way I’d been crying on and off, my emotions swinging so wildly I couldn’t keep them straight. But Lucas didn’t seem to care about any of that. His hands were on my waist, steady and warm, and his lips brushed the side of my neck like they were drawn there.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough against my skin.A breath caught in my throat, and I leaned into him without thinking, letting the words sink in even though I didn’t believe them. “I don’t feel beautiful,” I whispered, hating how small my voice sounded.He didn’t miss a beat. “Doesn’t matter what you feel,” he said, his mouth finding my shoulder, kissing it like he had all the time in the world. “You are.”I let my head fall back, my fingers clinging to his arms as his hands slid down to my hips, holding me in place. He pulled me closer, guiding me until I was straddling him, the water sloshing gently around us.I could feel him, hard and ho