“Stay Away From Her” — The Lycan King Growled When He Saw Other Men Looking at His Omega
Part 2
Part 2
The western wall exploded before Víctor could answer.
Stone crashed into the courtyard.
Feral Lycans poured through the opening.
Not mindless beasts.
Soldiers.
They moved in formations.
Ana understood immediately.
The plague had never simply destroyed minds.
Someone had been controlling the infected.
“Take Tomás underground,” Víctor ordered.
“I’m staying.”
“Ana—”
“If Rendón wants me, then whatever is happening involves my blood.”
“That is precisely why you are going underground.”
She stepped closer.
“You made me pretend to be your mate because you needed political stability.”
Víctor’s eyes narrowed.
“What does that have to do with this?”
“I agreed to stand beside you.”
“This is different.”
“It stopped being different when people began dying.”
An explosion shook the infirmary.
Víctor stared at her.
Then at Tomás.
Finally he cursed.
“Stay behind me.”
Ana almost smiled.
“Always so romantic.”
“This is not the time.”
“It is never the time with you.”
They moved toward the central tower.
Outside, the castle had become chaos.
Royal guards clashed with infected Lycans.
The strange thing was that the ferals avoided Ana.
Some even stopped when she approached.
Their silver eyes followed her.
Tomás noticed.
“They feel you.”
Ana’s stomach twisted.
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
Víctor looked grim.
“True Omegas were once called anchors.”
Ana stared at him.
“You knew?”
“I knew fragments.”
“Fragments you apparently forgot to mention.”
“We can argue if we survive.”
“Agreed.”
Inside the council chamber, Salas spread ancient documents across a table.
“I found these beneath the royal archives.”
The texts were centuries old.
They described a disease remarkably similar to the Feral Plague.
But it had another name.
The Broken Bond Sickness.
Long ago, the Lycan kingdom maintained a magical network connecting packs to the moon barrier.
Kings provided strength.
True Omegas provided balance.
When the True Omega bloodlines were hunted nearly to extinction, the system became unstable.
Víctor stared at the records.
“My family knew.”
Salas nodded reluctantly.
“Your grandfather suppressed the documents.”
Ana’s eyes hardened.
“Because?”
“True Omegas were easier to control if nobody understood their importance.”
Silence.
Víctor’s face became unreadable.
Ana stepped away from him.
“So my people were hunted because your royal family wanted control.”
“My grandfather’s crimes are not mine.”
“No.”
She met his eyes.
“But you inherited the kingdom built on them.”
Before Víctor could respond, Tomás suddenly collapsed.
Ana caught him.
His temperature had become frighteningly high.
He whispered, “Rendón is inside.”
Víctor turned.
The doors burst open.
Rendón entered surrounded by six armed Lycans.
His formal ballroom clothing was gone.
He now wore black battle armor.
“You found the records.”
Ana stood.
“You caused the plague.”
Rendón smiled.
“No.”
“Then what did you do?”
“I learned to use it.”
He explained everything with disgusting pride.
Years earlier, Rendón discovered fragments of research proving infected Lycans remained magically connected through corrupted pack bonds.
He developed a substance that intensified that connection.
He could influence them.
Direct them.
Build an army nobody recognized as an army.
“But the system needs an anchor,” he said.
His eyes moved to Ana.
“A True Omega.”
Víctor stepped in front of her.
“You will never touch her.”
Rendón laughed.
“There it is again.”
“What?”
“Possession.”
His smile widened.
“You pretend to be different, Víctor. Yet the moment another man looks at her, your wolf screams mine.”
Ana felt Víctor tense.
Rendón looked at her.
“Ask him what happens when the kingdom learns your blood can stabilize the barrier.”
Ana’s mouth went dry.
“He’ll need you.”
Rendón continued.
“Not love you. Need you.”
Víctor moved.
His sword struck.
Rendón blocked.
The chamber erupted.
Ana dragged Tomás behind a stone pillar while guards fought.
Rendón shifted partially.
Claws extended.
Silver corruption filled his eyes.
Víctor attacked with frightening speed.
But Rendón had been feeding on the energy of infected Lycans.
He was stronger than expected.
He slammed Víctor into the council table.
Wood shattered.
Ana screamed his name.
Rendón turned toward her.
“There.”
His smile was almost tender.
“That fear.”
He moved closer.
“You already belong to him emotionally.”
Ana raised a dagger.
“But emotionally isn’t enough.”
He inhaled her scent.
“With your blood and my network, I can command every pack from here to Sierra Nevada.”
“You think I’ll cooperate?”
“No.”
Rendón smiled.
“I think your brother will.”
Tomás convulsed.
Ana looked down.
Black veins spread higher across his throat.
Rendón lifted his hand.
Tomás screamed.
Ana understood.
Rendón was controlling him remotely.
“Stop!”
“Come with me.”
“No.”
Tomás screamed again.
“Ana,” Víctor gasped from across the chamber. “Don’t.”
She looked between them.
Her brother.
The man she loved.
The kingdom.
Rendón had designed the choice perfectly.
Ana lowered the dagger.
“Let Tomás go.”
Víctor struggled to stand.
“Ana!”
“I said let him go.”
Rendón extended his hand.
“Come willingly.”
Ana walked.
Every step felt like betrayal.
When she reached him, Rendón touched her wrist.
Víctor roared.
The sound shook the room.
Ana looked back.
“Trust me.”
Then she allowed Rendón to take her.
They escaped through a hidden tunnel beneath the western wall.
Hours later, Ana woke inside an abandoned monastery beyond the barrier.
Her wrists were bound with silver chain.
Rendón stood beside an ancient stone altar.
Carved into it was the same symbol Ana had found in the medical texts.
King.
Moon.
Omega.
“You don’t want to kill me,” Ana said.
“No.”
“You need my blood.”
“Yes.”
“To command the ferals.”
“To command everyone.”
Ana smiled faintly.
Rendón frowned.
“What?”
“You made one mistake.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You think True Omega blood obeys force.”
Before he could respond, Ana twisted her wrist against the chain until it cut her skin.
One drop of blood struck the altar.
Silver light exploded.
Every infected Lycan outside screamed.
Rendón staggered.
“What did you do?”
Ana’s eyes began glowing.
“I’m not your anchor.”
The monastery shook.
Far away, across mountains and snow, thousands of infected Lycans stopped moving simultaneously.
Inside Silver Night Castle, Tomás opened his eyes.
And King Víctor heard Ana’s voice inside his mind.
Find me.
