The Last Omega

Chapter 2: Kayden Sinclair

Kayden’s POV

“Your Highness.” A warrior’s voice cut through the sound of my fists slamming into the heavy bag. Sweat poured down my body. Training was the only thing that kept the curse at bay—at least for a little while.

“Your father’s calling for you.”

I wiped my face with the hem of my shirt. I still had an hour left, but if Father was summoning me without using the mind-link, it was serious.

“Tell him I’ll be there after I shower,” I ordered. The warrior nodded and left.

Every day, Father grew worse. The omium building in his blood was slowly killing him. The Moon Goddess had granted the five Lycan families immense power… but every use came with a deadly price.

Migraines. Nausea. Coughing blood. Fevers no normal wolf would ever suffer.

And there was nothing we could do except keep producing heirs and pray.

The only real hope had been omegas. Now they were extinct.

I showered quickly and headed to the private house behind the pack mansion. No one could see Father like this. Weakness was not an option for Lycans.

“Father,” I called softly as I stepped inside.

He lay in bed, pale as death, breathing shallow and ragged. “Kayden…? Is that you?”

I moved closer. “Yes, it’s me.”

His eyes struggled to focus. “Come nearer, son. My sight isn’t what it used to be.”

I clenched my jaw. We were supposed to be the strongest wolves alive.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself. Cancel the trip,” I said.

“Absolutely not.” His voice sharpened. “We have duties, Kayden. We visit the packs.”

“They don’t want us there,” I growled. “They call us the Silent Killers.”

Father gave a weak chuckle. “Can you blame them? Our family’s past is… stained. But we still have to go. There’s a maid in Black Fang. They’re offering her to us.”

“You want to save her,” I stated flatly.

“She’s underage. They’re hiding something. If we don’t take her, another Lycan will. At least with us she has a chance.”

I hated that he was right. I was tired of bringing broken girls home only for them to flee in terror.

“And I suppose you want me to take Cirrus,” I sighed.

Father smiled faintly. “One Lycan might not be enough this time.”

“So we’re just rescuing the girl and heading back?” Cirrus asked the second he climbed into the car.

“Hello is the usual way to start a conversation,” I muttered.

He smirked. “We’re not usual. Now show me the file again.” He snatched it before I could protest. “Damn. Letty’s gorgeous.”

I kept my eyes on the road. “She’s like every other she-wolf.”

She wasn’t. Her picture had burned itself into my brain the second I saw it. And that fact pissed me off. She was underage. I shouldn’t even be looking.

Cirrus laughed. “Nah, man. There’s something about her.”

“Your father will arrange your marriage anyway,” I reminded him. “Stop messing around.”

He leaned in, grinning. “I can smash and dash. Unless… you want her?”

“f**k her if you want,” I snapped, gripping the wheel tighter. “I don’t care.”

But the words tasted like a lie. Something dark twisted in my chest.

She disgusts me, I told myself. They all did—power-hungry, seductive, and dangerous.

Then why the hell was this nagging anger growing? Why did the thought of Cirrus touching her make me want to break something?

I rubbed my temple as a migraine started creeping in. Just the omium talking. Nothing more.

I was only doing this for my father.

Right?