The Lycan King's Personal Omega

Chapter 1: The Puberty and her Mate

“Leah! Are you paying attention to what I'm teaching you?” Leah returned her eyes to Richelle, her instructor about medicine. It felt as though something resonated in her ear as she scolded her.

She heard her heart was weakening. Even though Richelle tried to hide it, she could tell by the way her wrist pulsed that it was diminishing.

This was something she sensed when she was younger— a unique ability to detect someone's disease, but because she was only an omega, everything is irrelevant. She knows that this skill she has will be thrown away.

When she noticed the wandering man, she immediately shifted her gaze to him. Her demeanor instantly became alive as her heart beat faster as if a rabbit that wanted to hide.

It's Amoux Sergio, the son of the Lycan king.

He walked with Hector Sergio, his father, while upright, not looking back, and his face was devoid of emotion. His expression indicates that he does not need to take any action, since everyone will kneel before him.

Her heartbeat rose even more, battling to jump out of her heart as the father-and-son reached their spot.

Her companions bowed, but it felt like lightning had struck her because she just stared at him.

“Oh! Pardon this child, Lycan,” Richelle hysterically bent her head as her eyes finally met with the man next to the Lycan.

The Lycan just nodded at what Leah did before he talked to Richelle again, "How are the medicines you're making?"

The wolves got intimidated by the two Lycans. Each wolf gulped, including Leah, because the two men had no scent to identify them.

The Lycan no longer pays attention to Leah. However, even with her head down, she painlessly gives her best to peek into Amoux's face— trying to memorize every corner of his features.

... because she knows that this is the only way she can love this man.

She shook her head to shoo away her sentiments.

To be honest, she has no home. She has only been visiting the Nightwalker pack for three months and she's grateful that the Lycan hasn't driven her away.

She's been wanting to study more about the many sorts of illnesses a werewolf can have, and she's not ready to leave this territory yet. However, even if the Lycan does not chase her away, he does not stop wolves in his lower levels from mocking or harming Leah.

She can't fight them since she's only fifteen years old and hasn't gone through the puberty of a wolf.

She sighed for the second time, like a problematic person who carries the problem of the whole world, thinking that perhaps this is her destiny.

“They're doing well, Lycan. When we make them ideal for an extended period, there is no risk that the wolves will instantly restore their vitality anytime they desire to fight the rouges,” Richelle still bowed as she explained.

Leah's cheeks flushed as Amoux didn't take his eyes away from her. Because his eyes seemed like they were penetrating through her soul, she bent her head even further.

When Hector gave her reaction, Richelle released a grip of her head, indicating that Lycan and his son were leaving. Nonetheless, before they could do so, Amoux interrupted Hector— much to everyone's surprise.

"Why is there an omega poppycock here?" he asked.

Leah flinched, didn't expect that she would be noticed by him in such a negative way. There's a sharp knife that cuts her heart because she dreams of it... to be noticed by him, but not in this way.

She looked up, blinking up and downwards, praying to the Moon Goddess that maybe she could stop this mist of water in the corner of her eyes.

When she returned to her demeanor, she threw back Amoux' ice-cold glare.

“Excuse me for coming here unexpectedly without your permission, but shouldn't the Lycan be the first to ask because he hasn't yet given you his place?” She smirked, which made Amoux get into a bad mood.

“You are still a Nightwalker member who must join the hunt against rogues and other wolves forming new packs.”

Leah didn't hesitate because she was used to other wolves abusing her and it wouldn't be surprising if he hit her right now.

The continuation of Leah's lines made Amoux show off his canines.

But Leah's face was filled with wonder and amazement rather than dread.

When Amoux was ready to intimidate her, he stopped as he realized that the woman wasn't terrified. He could see how her eyes sparkled.

He wants to do her harm, but he knows that it wouldn't do any good because he was the one who would inherit the throne and he doesn't want to leave a bad impression on others. So, he left with no choice but to change it back to normal.

On the other hand, Leah abruptly bent her head because she suddenly grasped how low she was in the eyes of the person she was having an argument with.

When the Lycan turned around, Amoux straightened himself and resumed his stroll with his father.

But before he finally departed, he left a remake that only Leah could hear, “Nevermind. Whatever you do, you can't deny that no matter what you strive for, you're still a waste and inferior to me. An Omega who could not climb or even step at my level.”

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Even though it had been years, that was the last time Leah saw him— the only lines she could ever forget and that still lingers deep in her soul.

Yet, her feelings for him went on. Nothing has changed, if there is any... it is the feelings that became fire that spread on.

Until she reached the age of eighteen. The time has arrived for her to shapeshift. And who would have thought that he would be the one seeing her for the first time like that?

——3 year later——

A puberty. This is what I hate.

“Ahh...!”

Because of the intense agony she felt inside, she touched her face. She also tore the clothing she was wearing because she was afraid her flesh might tear.

She quickly managed to tear her underpants, not sure where she got her physical strength. As she looked at her hand, the pain flowed into it and it felt like her entire body was being stretched.

She knelt and clasped her palms. She seemed to be in the sun, every corner of her body was burning and scorching.

"G-God... Please help me!"

The ache in her face had returned, and her mouth was suddenly stretching. Her feet, too, appeared to be drifting away from her. Her bones are swelling and seem to be bursting through her skin.

"It... hurts..."

She pinned her right cheek to the floor, her back bones were strained, and her body hair had begun to show.

Everything now was drenched in perspiration, yet all she could do was scream. The middle of her face and ears were the final parts of her body to lengthen.

When she finally noticed the difference in her appearance, she came to a complete halt. Trying to grasp everything in her mind. She feels lost.

“Hmmnn.” She whimpered and wiggled her tail.

She was about to run with her wolf form but the door suddenly opened... revealing Amoux with his dark eyes and emanating sweet fragrance.

'Mate!' Her wolf purrs into her mind, causing her confusion.

'My mate!'