THE 7-TIME REJECTED OMEGA

CHAPTER EIGHT

KAEL’S POV

The border has been breached, hordes of Lycans pouring in as if this were their home. This wasn’t an attack, this was an invasion—targeted exactly and well planned. I should have figured the minute one was in the room, but I had been too caught up by the sight of Ilyana, weak, frail, and injured on the ground.

Her face flashed in my head—the disappointed look on her face when I had told her I didn’t want a mate. Truth be told, I’d never wanted a mate or a Luna. I loved my life alone, in my pack, protecting other wolf packs and conquering every single enemy of the wolves.

I tore through the shores of the two-legged monstrous creatures, grabbing two of them and bashing their heads together, tearing through skulls, my claws finding the frail corner of their throats—the part that a puncture to would kill them.

I didn’t even bother to shift. I didn’t need to. The first shift was because I was angry. Something had filled me at the sight of that Lycan on her, and I had killed him in a more gruesome way.

Why did she look so fragile, yet not so fragile?

The Lycans poured in, rushing to me. The pack warriors and my beta tore through the rest, killing them, rendering them useless, but my entire thought was just on the girl I had just brought in. Yes, it could be the mate bond, but there was something different about her.

Something that made me want to protect her.
But I didn’t have time for that.
I didn’t even have the years for that.

I let out a loud, sickening roar as I finished the last of the Lycans in my hand, my growl shaking the entire field. The rest of the Lycans whimpered, then turned, running back from where they had come and disappearing through the borders. Carius walked towards me, shifting back.

“They ran away, my lord,” he said seriously.

This was the way we talked when things got serious—no friendship, no casual tones. Just an alpha and his beta.

“Take some warriors and chase them until you kill every single one of them.”

“Of course, my lord. I already sent some to chase after them.”

“Good,” I replied, turning to go back inside the house, only for Carius to call after me.

“Should I call Atasha again? You used—”

“Nothing will happen with just a fight, Carius. Do what I asked and get off my back.”

He bowed, not replying, as he turned and shifted again, his wolf howling as he chased to the border. I entered the house. The attack had taken some time, and I didn’t want to bother Ilyana again. The drive was stressful, and there might be a slight chance she was already sleeping. And with how disappointed she looked when I first broke it to her, I didn’t want to see more of that tonight.

I entered my room, shedding all my clothes and stepping into the shower, letting the water wash every part of me—and the blood of those disgusting creatures. f*****g Lycans and their black blood. I hated them, hated that we were so similar, but their obsession with blood and destruction was more than ours.

They killed everything.
Destroyed anything.

Steam rolled off me as I washed, and as I got to my member, I froze, the image of Ilyana suddenly flashing in my head. I’ve never had a woman turn me on by just the sight of her, and something about her—the scent of her arousal—made my member harden. Her sapphire-colored eyes, the shock in them when I kissed her, the firmness of my lips on hers at the ceremony, her face, those curves I saw through her clothes.

Ohh, f**k.

I was growing harder with every thought of her. What was it about her? Was it the bond? Was it that, for once in my life, I was feeling something more than my normal alpha duties? She looked so thankful when I appeared. There was something about the way she looked at me, like she was safe, or that I did something more than just my normal job as the alpha king and protector to all wolves.

I turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around my torso.

“f**k you, Carius,” I cursed under my breath at the sight of Atasha in my room, seated at the edge of my bed.

“I thought I told him not to call you.”

Her eyes raked over me, heat blossoming on her cheeks as she averted her gaze. “You know you cannot not call me, Kael. Anytime you use your powers—”

“It’s nothing. I didn’t even bother to shift.”

“But you did during that girl’s attack. I smelled it on you.”

I picked up a pair of trousers, putting them on as I used the towel to dry my hair. Atasha stood up, walking towards me as she stared at my reflection in the mirror. My chest was ripped, my pecs gleaming.

My hair fell over my face, half covering it. The towel hung on my neck as my eyes traveled down to my torso, to the place where I was dying, where the ink of my power was slowly staining my blood.

Ever since three months ago.

“You should not use your power. The more you use it, the more the curse spreads.”

I sighed, picking up my shirt and putting it on, turning to face Atasha. “It’s nothing, sister. You don’t have to worry so much every time.”

Her eyes softened, tears lacing them. “But if you keep using it, you’ll die, Kael. You’ll die. How do you expect me to continue without you?”

I ruffled her hair, smiling at her as I leaned in to kiss her forehead. “That’s why I have the girl. I’ll give you an heir, a mini-me to remind you of me. That’ll be perfect.”

I walked past her to the bed, lying down as the full exhaustion of the entire day caught up with me. I stared at the ceiling, wondering where everything had gone so wrong.

“How long do I have left?”

“Until the next two full moons. Two years,” Atasha said as she lay beside me.

Good.

Ilyana’s face flashed in my head again, her disappointed look etched in my memory. I’ll talk her through it tomorrow, offer her things she cannot deny. She will bear my child, whether she likes it or not—though I would prefer if she just agreed. I didn’t want to force her. Gods, I’ll hate myself if I have to force her.

But I needed this. If the moon goddess had decided to bless me with a mate on my first moon, then I had to make sure she provided me with an heir.

But why did this feel like it was not going to go to plan?