“Stay Away From Her” — The Lycan King Growled When He Saw Other Men Looking at His Omega
Part 3
Part 3
Víctor heard Ana as clearly as if she stood beside him.
Find me.
He rose from the infirmary floor.
Salas stared.
“Your Majesty?”
Víctor touched his chest.
The connection had not existed before.
Not like this.
He could feel Ana.
Fear.
Pain.
Determination.
And beneath everything else—a steady pulse drawing him west.
“She activated the True Omega bond.”
Salas went pale.
“You’re connected?”
“I think so.”
Tomás sat up weakly.
“She broke Rendón’s control.”
The black veins beneath his skin were fading.
Víctor looked toward the mountains.
“Then I’m bringing her home.”
Tomás pushed himself upright.
“I’m coming.”
“No.”
“She’s my sister.”
“You can barely stand.”
“I know how the infected network feels.”
Víctor hesitated.
Tomás continued.
“Rendón used me. That means I can feel him too.”
Within an hour, Víctor rode with thirty royal guards, Salas and Tomás toward the abandoned monastery.
Meanwhile, Rendón had stopped pretending to be charming.
He struck Ana across the face.
“You ruined years of work.”
She tasted blood.
“Good.”
“You think this is finished?”
“No.”
Ana lifted her chin.
“I think you’re frightened.”
Rendón’s expression twisted.
He dragged her toward the altar.
“You will restore the network.”
“I don’t know how.”
“You awakened it.”
“To free them.”
“Then reverse it.”
“No.”
He pressed a silver blade against her palm.
“You misunderstand your position.”
Ana looked at him.
“No.”
Her voice was calm.
“For the first time, I understand it perfectly.”
Rendón frowned.
“All my life, people told women like me what our blood meant.”
She stared directly into his eyes.
“Rare.”
“Useful.”
“Valuable.”
“Never free.”
Rendón pushed the blade harder.
Ana did not flinch.
“My mother died hiding me because men like you would rather own power than understand it.”
His eyes narrowed.
“Your mother?”
“Yes.”
Ana had finally understood something from the old texts.
True Omega power was not healing blood alone.
It responded to consent.
Connection.
Choice.
That was why Ana could heal Víctor.
She had wanted him to live.
That was why Rendón could not simply drain her blood and command the network.
The magic would not answer him.
A crash sounded outside.
Rendón turned.
The monastery doors exploded inward.
Víctor entered.
Snow whipped around him.
Golden eyes blazing.
Rendón smiled.
“Predictable.”
Víctor drew his sword.
“Ana.”
“I’m fine.”
Her bruised face said otherwise.
Víctor’s wolf surged beneath his skin.
Rendón laughed.
“Stay away from her?”
Víctor’s expression became lethal.
“You should have listened the first time.”
They collided.
Steel against steel.
Rendón drew corrupted energy from the remaining infected.
His strength increased.
Víctor shifted partially, claws tearing through armor.
Ana struggled against her chains.
Tomás and Salas entered moments later.
Tomás immediately collapsed.
“Too many voices.”
Ana called his name.
He looked at her.
“I can block them.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then don’t force it.”
Tomás laughed weakly.
“You never listen when people tell you that.”
He closed his eyes.
The infected Lycans outside stopped advancing.
Rendón faltered.
Víctor drove him backward.
Ana realized what was happening.
Tomás possessed a weaker version of her mother’s bloodline.
Not True Omega power.
Something adjacent.
A bridge.
Rendón understood too.
“Kill the boy!”
Two infected guards charged.
Ana screamed.
Silver light burst from her hands.
The chains shattered.
The guards stopped.
Their silver eyes flickered.
Ana spoke.
“You are not his.”
The words carried power.
One Lycan dropped his sword.
Then another.
Across the monastery grounds, infected warriors began regaining awareness.
Rendón panicked.
“No!”
He attacked Ana.
Víctor intercepted.
The blade entered Víctor’s side.
Ana’s scream ripped through the chamber.
Víctor fell.
Something inside Ana changed.
Not rage.
Clarity.
She walked toward Rendón.
Silver light surrounded her.
He backed away.
“What are you?”
“A choice you never understood.”
He swung his sword.
Ana caught his wrist.
Light raced into him.
Rendón screamed.
Memories flooded the room through the magical network.
His experiments.
Secret laboratories.
The infected he deliberately worsened.
Payments made to healers.
Letters ordering villages isolated so desperation would create more feral soldiers.
Salas stared in horror.
“He created outbreaks deliberately.”
Rendón fell to his knees.
Ana released him.
Royal guards seized him.
She immediately ran to Víctor.
Blood covered his side.
“No.”
His eyes opened weakly.
“You found me.”
“You idiot.”
“That sounds affectionate.”
“Don’t talk.”
Ana pressed both hands against his wound.
Nothing happened.
Fear surged.
Her power flickered.
“Why isn’t it working?”
Víctor touched her face.
“You’re exhausted.”
“No.”
“Ana.”
“I am not losing you.”
She closed her eyes.
Then remembered.
True Omega power required choice.
Not fear.
Not desperation.
Connection.
Ana pressed her forehead against his.
“Víctor.”
“Yes?”
“I need you to choose.”
His brow furrowed.
“Choose what?”
“To stay.”
A faint smile.
“I already did.”
“Say it.”
He took her bloody hand.
“I choose you.”
Warmth exploded through Ana.
Silver light flowed into Víctor.
His wound began closing.
Everyone watched.
Even Rendón stopped struggling.
The king inhaled sharply.
His heartbeat strengthened.
Ana collapsed against him.
For several seconds they simply held each other.
Then Víctor whispered, “Six weeks.”
“What?”
“Our contract.”
She laughed weakly.
“You’re discussing the contract now?”
“Yes.”
“What about it?”
“I want to terminate it.”
Ana’s smile disappeared.
“Oh.”
Víctor sat up despite her protest.
“I have no interest in pretending for another six weeks.”
He took her hand.
“I want something real.”
Ana stared.
“You’re proposing immediately after being stabbed?”
“I’ve had a difficult evening.”
“That is not an excuse.”
“It is the best moment I’ve found.”
She laughed despite herself.
Then her eyes filled.
“What happens when the kingdom learns what I am?”
“We tell them.”
“What happens when they want to use me?”
“We change the law.”
“What happens when you need my power for the barrier?”
“I ask.”
“And if I say no?”
“Then we find another solution.”
Ana searched his face.
No hesitation.
No possession.
Choice.
She leaned forward.
“Then ask me properly when we’re not covered in blood.”
Víctor smiled.
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s permission to ask.”
“Progress.”
They returned to Silver Night Castle three days later.
The revelations detonated across the kingdom.
Rendón’s records proved the plague had been manipulated.
But the disease itself still existed.
Thousands remained infected.
The barrier was still weakening.
Ana knew the battle was not finished.
She spent weeks studying with Tomás.
They discovered the original barrier had never been designed for one king.
It required three elements.
Alpha strength.
Omega balance.
And voluntary pack bonds.
The kingdom had weakened because centuries of politics had transformed cooperation into domination.
One king.
One centralized power.
One hierarchy.
The magic itself was rejecting the system.
Ana looked at Víctor.
“To cure the plague, you may have to give up part of your authority.”
He did not hesitate.
“How much?”
“Maybe most of it.”
Salas nearly choked.
“Your Majesty—”
Víctor raised a hand.
“How much?”
Ana smiled.
This was why she loved him.
Not because his wolf wanted her.
Because the man had learned to choose people over power.
“The clans must voluntarily renew the barrier together.”
“And you?”
“I’ll anchor it.”
Víctor immediately shook his head.
“Danger?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know.”
“No.”
Ana stared.
“You just agreed to surrender royal power.”
“My power.”
“Víctor—”
“I will not trade your life for the kingdom.”
She took his hand.
“Then don’t.”
“What?”
“Stand beside me.”
Three nights later, beneath the full moon, every clan representative gathered at Silver Night Castle.
Ana stood at the center of the ancient barrier circle.
Víctor on one side.
Tomás on the other.
Thousands watched.
Ana raised her hands.
Silver light began spreading through the kingdom.
For one beautiful moment, it worked.
Then something beneath the castle answered.
Something ancient.
Something furious.
The ground cracked.
Tomás screamed.
Víctor grabbed Ana.
And from beneath Silver Night Castle rose the forgotten creature that had been feeding on broken Lycan bonds for generations.
The Feral Plague had never been only a sickness.
It had been hunger.
And now that Ana had awakened the kingdom’s true magic…
the thing beneath the castle had awakened too.
