All Chapters of The LYCAN King’s Mute Omega : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Autumn POVThe idea brought a genuine smile to my face. I nodded eagerly, already reaching for containers.While we prepared the food, Mrs. Potts continued to talk constantly, replacing the quietness caused by Kavan's dramatic departure."Do not fret about him," she said while closing a pancake container. Under his icy exterior lies a kind heart. It just requires some time to get comfortable with others.I arched my eyebrow, doubtful. Mrs. Potts laughed quietly."I am aware. I am aware. It is difficult to comprehend at this moment. I have been acquainted with that boy since he was a baby. Being himself, he has had to be strong. Just because he can't learn to be kind as well.I thought about what she said as we completed the packing. Is it possible that there is warmth hidden beneath Kavan's icy demeanor? Was Mrs. Potts perceiving what she desired to see in the young boy she had assisted in bringing up?One hour later, I arrived at the entrance of a tiny cabin located on the outskirts

Autumn POVThe dining room gleamed. Crystal chandeliers threw sparkles across polished silverware. I sat across from Mathias, the table between us a vast expanse of white linen. The room was too large, too grand. It made me feel small and insignificant.Mathias lifted the decanter; his movements were smooth and practiced. "More wine, my dear?"I shook my head. The rich food sat heavy in my stomach. I didn't need alcohol to muddy my thoughts. Not when every moment here felt like walking on a knife's edge."You barely touched your food," Mathias said, his brow furrowing. "Don't you like it?"I nodded, forcing a smile. The roast was tender, and the vegetables were crisp. But each bite tasted like ash. How could I enjoy a meal when every second was a lie?Mathias poured himself another glass. The ruby liquid sloshed against the crystal. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes bright. Too bright. "You're too kind," he said. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing mine. I fought the

Autumn POVThe soft colors of gold and amber filled the room as the morning light slowly seeped through the thick curtains. I remained motionless with my eyes shut, holding onto the final traces of slumber. I briefly imagined myself back in my own bed, at home. The past few weeks have been nothing but a strange, unsettling dream.But dreams fade, and reality always returns.A gentle knock at the door shattered the illusion. "Miss Autumn? Are you awake?"Mrs. Potts's voice is kind but insistent. I sighed, pushing myself up. Another day in this gilded cage. Another day of pretending."Come in," I sent through the mind link, the words echoing in my head.Mrs. Potts bustled in, arms laden with fabric. Her face brightened when she saw me. "Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?"I agreed by nodding, unsure if I could deceive even through the connection. Sleep was hard to come by, as dreams of endless corridors and constant searching plagued the night."We have a lot on our agenda for toda

Kavan POVI left the pack house before the sun rose. The cool air bore the fragrance of pine trees and fresh morning moisture. I took a deep breath, allowing the chill to refresh my mind. The world remained hushed, holding onto the final remnants of darkness.Marcus and Darius stood at the outskirts of the forest, anticipating my arrival. Decent males. Devoted. No questions were asked when I invited them for a dawn jog. Sometimes, they realized an Alpha must break free from the burden of duty, even if just briefly."Alpha, good morning," Marcus said with a respectful nod. Out of habit, he scanned the treeline with alert eyes.Darius simply let out a grunt. He didn't speak much, especially in the early morning hours. His enormous body was tight, prepared for combat.I took off my shirt, sensing the chill of the cold air against my skin. The cold provided a relief from the worries that had consumed me throughout the night. " I said, 'Let's go,' without waiting for a reply."We moved tog

Autumn POV I held my breath, my body tingling as my senses heightened, causing goose bumps to riddle my skin and the pounding of my chest in rhythm with the incoming steps.I try to struggle out of Kavan’s hold, but his hands do not bulge as they press against the wall beside my head, trapping me between his body and the cold stone. During the punishing kiss, Kavan had guided me away from the banister and into a corner hidden from view of the stairs; his broad shoulders covered my view of the outside world, but still my heart pounded in my chest, my breath quick and shallow. I try once more to escape his hold, terrified of the possible repercussions of our actions.Kavan stood still unmoving as he waited. In panic, I pleaded, “Let me go; please, I have to leave.” His breath was warm against my ear, and I could feel the tension radiating off him as he stared at me. “It's too late to leave; be patient.” My mind raced, and panic surged through me as I looked at his calm gaze. Could