Semua Bab Lycan king and his Omega: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Zane's POV I laid her gently on the bed, her body trembling beneath my touch. There was something different about this moment — an unfamiliar pull that I couldn't ignore. I had always chased after my own satisfaction, never caring about the feelings of the women I shared my bed with. But now, as I traced my fingers along her skin, parted her legs and bring my face towards hers and smelled, she smells good. I wanted more, I slowly placed my finger inside her and moved deliberatly. I wanted to see her surrender to the pleasure I could offer. Her soft moans filled the air, and I found myself captivated by the way her body responded to me. The delicate flush of her cheeks, the way she bit her lip — it stirred something deep within me. My touch was slow, deliberate, savoring the way she arched into me. Autumn's hands clutched the sheets, her breaths coming in shaky gasps. I had never taken the time to notice such details before, but with her, every reaction mattered. The walls I ha

They tied us to a tree, their laughter echoing through the forest like a cruel melody. "Look at them, trembling," one of them said One of them grabbed Mia’s chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Such a pretty little thing," he murmured, running a rough finger down her cheek. Mia whimpered, turning her face away, but he only chuckled. "Don't fight it, sweetheart," another sneered, stepping closer. "We’ll make it worth your while." One of them moved toward me in a swift motion, his eyes gleaming with sick anticipation. Before I could react, he yanked at my top, tearing it away in one rough pull. A cold shiver of fear ran down my spine as I gasped, struggling against the ropes binding me. "Even better than I imagined," he sneered, his fingers grazing my bare skin. I turned my face away, disgust twisting my stomach. He grabbed my left nipple and kissed it. i'm shocked at first. "take your hands off you filthy thing, You bastard " I said with disgust and spitted dfirectly

Autumn POV I straddled him slowly, feeling his warmth beneath me as his hands settled on my hips, guiding me with a firm yet gentle touch. My breath hitched as I began to move, our rhythm building naturally, like we were made for this moment. His fingers trailed along my back, pressing into my skin, leaving a trail of heat behind. He sat up slightly, wrapping an arm around my waist while his lips brushed over my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, our bodies pressed tightly as we moved in sync—faster, deeper, more desperate. The sound of my moans mixed with his deep groans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Every movement drew us closer to the edge, every touch igniting the fire between us. My nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure crested—intense and consuming. We tumbled over that edge together, lost in each other. I slumped against his chest, breathless, my heartbeat racing. His hand threaded through

Autumn– 5 Years Later "Mommy!" Valen's tiny voice echoed from the bathroom. "I'm coming, baby!" I called back, rushing to him. Mornings were always a whirlwind. I quickly helped Valen get ready, then rushed to prepare myself for work. We managed to squeeze in a quick breakfast together—just the two of us, like always. My little man is in school now. Life wasn’t easy after Zane abandoned me. Just two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. I struggled—desperately—for water, for shelter, for survival. But I didn’t give up. Thanks to my knowledge in soil science, I eventually secured a position at the National Soil Testing Lab. Now, I’m not just working—I’m researching, inventing new farming techniques. I’ve developed methods to grow crops with minimal water and fertilizer while still producing a good yield. Now, I understand why my mother and father always insisted on education. Without my qualifications, I wouldn’t be where I am today. A few days ago, I saw Zane in t

Flashback – Five Years Ago The rain hit the old wooden roof like a thousand tiny hammers. I sat alone in that cramped clinic room, my fingers trembling as I held the test result. Positive. I stared at the word for what felt like hours. A baby… Zane’s baby. Tears slipped down my cheeks—not out of joy, but fear. He had thrown me out, cast me away without listening, without even letting me speak. And now… I was carrying a part of him. I didn’t have money. I didn’t have a roof over my head. But I had life growing inside me. And I’d protect it, no matter what. I walked out of the clinic that day soaked in rain, arms wrapped around my belly, whispering softly to the tiny spark inside me: “I don’t know how we’ll survive, baby… but I promise, I’ll never leave you.” : The rain had stopped, but the cold never did. I spent the first night on a torn bench at the old bus stop, hugging my belly and fighting the hunger cramps that twisted inside me like knives. The small pie