I was indeed an omega; my entire family consisted of omegas. "I could only hear her voice yesterday when you arrived," I admitted shyly, and he responded with a hum.

I struggled to maintain eye contact as he reached out, gently cupping my face. "It will be impossible to avoid my brother and his family, but do steer clear of a lycan woman named Clarice; she has an obsession with me." I was baffled. "Is she an ex-lover?" I inquired.

He chuckled softly and replied, "No, you may not know this, but a lycan can only mate with their designated partner. However, she has taken a liking to me, so be cautious; she could be your only issue." With that, he pressed a light kiss on my lips, as delicate as a feather, before pulling away.

I found myself asking, "Are you a virgin?" despite not knowing what compelled me to do so.

After nine hours, our plane finally touched down, and Alejandro woke me from my slumber. I felt a wave of shyness wash over me as we exited the airport.

What was wrong with me? Why did I have to ask such an embarrassing question? The memory of his reaction lingered, making the flight feel utterly awkward, as I couldn't shake off the feeling of shame.

Cars were arranged to pick us up, and we were not alone; he had several convoys accompanying him. We were escorted to the vehicle, and the journey from the airport to the palace took an additional two hours. By the time we arrived, it was already dark.

During the drive, I was captivated by the sheer size and beauty of the mighty pack, which truly lived up to its name.

As we stepped out, a crowd had gathered to welcome us, with everyone bowing their heads in respect. He held my hand as we walked, and even the servants and staff exuded an air of elegance.

The palace itself was vast and magnificent, adorned with ancient sculptures, making it feel like a scene from a movie. I could hardly believe this was to be my new home.

In an instant, I learned that I was mated to a lycan king and would become his queen. Moon Goddess, grant me strength, for I am uncertain of what lies ahead, I silently prayed.

The grandeur of the palace was overwhelming, Alejandro led me through the halls and they were servants at every turn, his grip on my hand firm but reassuring. I could feel the weight of countless eyes on me, their gazes were filled with curiosity, confusion and, in some cases, disdain.

We finally arrived at a set of double doors, which swung open to reveal a suite, it was warm and smelled like flowers. Alejandro turned to me, his red piercing eyes softening as they met mine, my wolf was deeply aroused. “This will be your room” he said, his voice gentle “I hope it’s to your liking.”

I nodded, though I was stunned to speak. The room was more luxurious that anything I had ever seen, let alone imagined, a massive canopy bed dominated the space, Alejandro stepped closer, “you should rest,” he said. “Tomorrow will be a busy day.”

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but before I could, he leaned down and pressed my back against his chest and my breasts became fuller and even more obvious, he gave me a killer smile and lightly kissed my forehead. The gesture was so tender and a bit rough at the same time that it took my breath away, I’m also guessing it’s my wolf that likes the rough part.

I let out a small moan, then without another word, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

I stood there for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened. Just a few days ago, I had been a bullied omega, struggling to survive in a world that seemed determined to crush me. Now, I was the mate of a lycan king, standing in a palace that felt like a dream.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, running my fingers over the soft fabric of the sheets. My wolf stirred within me, her presence more pronounced than ever. She was excited, eager to embrace this new life. But I was still hesitant, unsure if I could truly belong in a world so far removed from the one I had known.

As I lay down, I couldn’t help but think about Alejandro. The way he spoke to me, the way he acts around me, it felt real and unusual, nothing like I have ever felt or experienced before and I knew my sisters would be so happy for me, but I also knew that his world was dangerous, filled with enemies who would stop at nothing to see him fall. And now, I was a part of that world.

I closed my eyes, trying to push away the doubts and fears that threatened to overwhelm me. For the first time in my life, I allowed myself to hope that maybe, just maybe, I could find happiness here.

I tried to get some shut eye and a wave of memories just hit me, I immediately remembered all my past abusers and the people that despised me and maltreated me, there was a particular one I hated the most, I tried to forget them but it was too much, I wondered how they would react if they find out now that I was mated to a lycan king.

“Will they give me the respect I deserve?” I said to myself because I felt like a deserved even just a little bit of respect from the people that previously hurt me.

I had so much to think about and I didn’t know what was ahead of me, the window was open and it was a cold and quiet night,” the perfect atmosphere for the weak omega.”

I let out a weak sigh and I remembered my lycan’s kiss and saw a glimmer of hope for the start of a new life with a mate I have always longed for beside me, I laid on the bed and wondered and wondered till I fell asleep.

The following morning, a gentle knock on the door roused me from sleep. As I sat up, still groggy, a young woman stepped into the room. She wore a simple yet refined uniform and bowed her head respectfully as she approached.

"Good morning, my lady," she greeted. "I am here to assist you in preparing for the day ahead."

I blinked, struggling to shake off the remnants of slumber. "Prepare for what?" I inquired.

With a soft smile, she replied, "The king has summoned you to the throne room. There are important matters that need your attention."

A wave of anxiety washed over me at her words. What could Alejandro possibly want from me? I was merely an omega, lacking any knowledge of the complexities of lycan politics. However, I understood that I had no choice but to comply, so I nodded and allowed the maid to assist me in getting dressed.

She guided me to a wardrobe brimming with exquisite gowns, each more breathtaking than the last. I selected a simple yet elegant dress in a delicate shade of blue, and the maid helped me into it, styling my hair into an elaborate arrangement. When I gazed into the mirror, I barely recognized the reflection. The girl looking back at me resembled a queen, not the downtrodden omega I had always been.

Once I was prepared, the maid led me to the throne room. As the doors swung open, I was met with a magnificent hall filled with lycans who turned to regard me as I entered. My heart raced as I made my way down the aisle, my gaze locked on Alejandro, who sat regally upon a grand throne at the far end of the room.

He rose as I drew near, his face inscrutable. Upon reaching him, he took my hand and guided me to a smaller throne adjacent to his. I settled into the seat, feeling somewhat out of place amid the opulence of the chamber.

Alejandro addressed the gathered lycans with a voice that resonated authority. "Today, we welcome my mate, Yolanda Edwards, hailing from the fierce moon pack. You will show her the same respect you show me." He kissed the back of my hand for all to witness, prompting them to bow their heads in acknowledgment.

The atmosphere was hushed, yet I could discern from their expressions that while some welcomed me, others regarded me with disdain, and I fought to keep my composure. Alejandro tightened his grip on my hand, offering silent support.

A man suddenly rose to his feet, and as I focused on him, he bore an uncanny resemblance to Alejandro, causing my heart to race. Could he be the twin Alejandro mentioned? He glanced in my direction before turning back to Alejandro, saying, "You haven't claimed the woman yet. How can we truly trust that she is your mate?"

The crowd erupted into whispers, and I felt as though I might dissolve under the weight of their scrutiny. This was my first encounter with such powerful individuals, and their auras filled the room, leaving me feeling weak and nauseous.

"Are you suggesting that your king is lying, Lucian?" Alejandro inquired, his demeanor suggesting he was on the brink of unleashing chaos. "If that's what you believe," he continued, looking at me just as I was about to plead for him not to involve me, he cupped my face and smiled, "bare your neck," and I complied.

In an instant, his fangs emerged, and he sank them into my neck, marking me for all to witness. Gasps filled the air, disbelief evident among the onlookers at their king's actions. "Are you satisfied now?" he addressed his council and brother. "If she weren't my mate, her bite mark would have healed by now, yet here it remains, clearly visible. If anyone among you still harbors doubts, step forward this moment," he declared, his voice laced with anger, but no one dared to respond, not even his brother.

The spot where he had bitten me throbbed, and I shut my eyes, unwilling to show any sign of weakness. I remained silent, fearing that they would despise me even more once they discovered I was an omega.

The atmosphere shifted as he grasped my hand and announced, "I summoned you all today to introduce my mate. Now that this is accomplished, you may leave." With that, everyone rose from their seats.

A woman stepped forward from the assembly, bowing her head as she approached us. "Oh, esteemed Lycan king, welcome back, and congratulations on finding your mate." As she spoke those last words, her gaze turned to me, and I sensed a hint of displeasure—was that jealousy I detected?

She offered a slight bow in my direction as she continued, "Welcome to the Lycan territory; I hope your stay is enjoyable." At a loss for words, I was about to stammer something when Alejandro interjected, "Thank you, Clarice, but could you grant my mate and i some privacy?" So, this was Clarice. I glanced at him, and he smiled back, causing my eyes to widen in surprise, which made him chuckle.

Clarice appeared puzzled by our unspoken exchange and replied, "Of course, I will take my leave." As she departed, Alejandro lifted me into his arms and settled onto his throne.

"You look absolutely stunning, my dear," he murmured as he pressed his lips against mine. A wave of warmth surged through my body—was it the mark he had just given me? In that moment, I felt an unprecedented surge of power, and whatever was happening within me, I embraced it wholeheartedly.

I returned his kiss, savoring the taste of his lips and the soft moans that escaped him. It was hard to believe that I was the one causing such reactions.

He pulled away to catch his breath, and I noticed a look of longing in his eyes as he said, "We need to plan our wedding soon; I don't think I can wait much longer." I laughed, and he joined in my amusement.

He gazed at me earnestly and continued, "You no longer need to fear anyone in this world. You stand above all others; there’s no reason to feel small anymore, Yolanda. You are my queen." I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. I was determined to rise to the occasion, knowing I was bonded to the strongest man alive. I refused to be weak any longer.

The days after my introduction to the Lycan court were full of activity and overwhelming expectations. Alejandro was determined to prepare me for my role as queen, and while I appreciated his efforts, the weight of it all felt depressing and suffocating. Everywhere I went, I was followed by servants, guards, and advisors, their eyes constantly watching, waiting for me to falter. It was as if they were all silently questioning whether I, a weak Omega from a small pack, truly belonged in this world of power and prestige.

Alejandro, however, seemed ignorant to my struggles or perhaps he chose to ignore them. He was always by my side, guiding me through the intricacies of Lycan politics and introducing me to the various sections within the court. His confidence in me was unwavering, but no matter how much he reassured me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was an outsider. The court was a labyrinth of alliances and rivalries, and I was stumbling through it blindfolded.

One morning, Alejandro took me to the palace’s training grounds, a vast open space where Lycan warriors honed their skills. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and earth, and the sound of clashing swords echoed in the distance. My stomach churned as I realized why we were here.

“You need to learn to defend yourself,” Alejandro said, his voice firm but gentle. “I won’t always be there to protect you, and I need to know that you can handle yourself if something happens.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “But I’ve never fought before. I don’t even know how to shift into my wolf.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding me. “You’re stronger than you think, Yolanda. Your wolf is there, you just need to learn to trust her.”

Before I could protest, he called over one of the trainers, a tall, muscular Lycan with a stern expression. “This is Marcus,” Alejandro said. “He’ll be working with you.”

Marcus bowed his head slightly, but I could see the skepticism in his eyes. “My queen,” he said, his tone polite but distant. “Shall we begin?”

I nodded, though my hands were trembling. Marcus led me to a cleared area and began to explain the basics of combat. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. My movements were clumsy, and I stumbled more times than I cared to admit.

“Focus,” Marcus said, his voice sharp. “You’re not just an omega anymore. You’re the queen. Act like it.”

His words stung, but they also ignited something within me. I clenched my fists, determined to prove him wrong. As I lunged forward, I felt a surge of energy course through my body. My vision blurred, and for a moment, I thought I saw the outline of a wolf, MY WOLF!!!

But just as quickly as it came, the feeling vanished, leaving me breathless and disoriented. Marcus raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Again,” he said.

The training session left me physically and emotionally drained. My body ached, and my pride was bruised. As I made my way back to the palace, I couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy. I was supposed to be the queen, yet I couldn’t even land a single blow in training. How was I supposed to lead an entire kingdom?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind me. I turned to see Clarice approaching, her arms crossed and a sly smile on her lips.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “If it isn’t the little omega queen. How was your first day of training?”

I straightened my posture, refusing to let her see how much her words affected me. “It was fine,” I said, my voice steady. “Thank you for asking.”

Clarice chuckled, stepping closer. “You know, it’s adorable how hard you’re trying. But let’s be honest you’ll never be one of us. You’re just a weak little omega playing dress-up.”

Her words cut deep, but I refused to back down. “I may be an omega,” I said, meeting her gaze, “but I’m also Alejandro’s mate. And that makes me your queen.”

For a moment, Clarice looked taken aback, but she quickly recovered, her smile turning venomous. “We’ll see how long that lasts,” she said before turning on her heel and walking away.

I watched her go, my heart racing. I knew Clarice was a threat, but I also knew I couldn’t let her intimidate me. If I was going to survive in this world, I needed to find my strength and fast.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about the surge of energy I had felt during training. Was it possible that my wolf was finally awakening? I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling, and to my surprise, I heard her voice, clear and strong.

“I’m here,” she said. “And I’m ready.”

Tears welled in my eyes as a sense of relief washed over me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel weak. I felt powerful.

But before I could fully process what was happening, a sharp pain shot through my body. I gasped, clutching my chest as my vision blurred. When it cleared, I was no longer in my room. Instead, I was standing in a dark forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and blood.

In the distance, I saw a figure—a man with piercing red eyes and a cruel smile. It was Lucian, Alejandro’s twin. He was surrounded by a group of Lycans, their faces twisted with malice.

“You think you can take my throne?” Lucian sneered. “You’re nothing but a weak little omega. And when I’m done with you, no one will even remember your name.”

I tried to speak, but no sound came out. Instead, I felt a surge of energy, and suddenly, I was no longer afraid. I stepped forward, my eyes glowing with a fierce light.

“You’re wrong,” I said, my voice echoing with power. “I am Yolanda Edwards, mate of the Lycan King. And I will not be defeated.”

I woke with a start, my heart pounding and my body drenched in sweat. Alejandro was by my side in an instant, his arms wrapping around me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I shook my head, trying to calm my racing thoughts. “It was just a dream,” I said. “But it felt so real.”

Alejandro held me tighter, his presence soothing my frayed nerves. “You’re safe,” he said. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I wanted to believe him, but the memory of Lucian’s cruel smile lingered in my mind. I knew the threats were real, and I couldn’t rely on Alejandro to protect me forever. If I was going to survive in this world, I needed to find my own strength.

The next morning, I woke with a renewed sense of determination. I dressed quickly and made my way to the training grounds, where Marcus was already waiting. He raised an eyebrow as I approached, clearly surprised to see me.

“I’m ready,” I said, my voice steady. “Let’s try again.”

Marcus nodded, a hint of respect flickering in his eyes. “Alright, my queen. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

As we began to spar, I focused on the energy I had felt the day before. It was faint at first, but as I moved, it grew stronger, filling me with a sense of power I had never known. My movements became more fluid, more precise, and for the first time, I managed to land a blow on Marcus.

He stumbled back, a look of surprise on his face. “Not bad,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Not bad at all.”

I smiled back, feeling a sense of accomplishment I hadn’t felt in years. For the first time, I felt like I might actually belong in this world. And as I looked out at the palace, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, I would face them head-on. I was Yolanda Edwards, mate of the Lycan King, and I would not be defeated.