The Lycan King's Secret Mate

Lucy POV I wake-up and look at the ceiling of my small bedroom in the packhouse. I kind of hate it here, but as an Omega with no parents and only one sibling who has already found his mate in a different pack, I don’t really have a choice. I’m 21 and I should have found my mate three years ago but at this point I don’t think that will ever happen. No one in the pack is my mate, I doubt they would claim me even if they were, and I can’t leave the pack so chances are my wolf Diana and I will be on our own forever. Unless another Omega wants to claim us of course. Omegas are one of the most common wolves in a pack, but in the Blue Moon Pack, which happens to be mine, we have always had a rather low Omega count. Most of the wolves in this pack are Deltas, or warriors. Because of this us Omegas are tasked with a crap load of work. Not every Omega works in the packhouse. Many Omegas work at the daycare center and in the school but a handful of us are in the packhouse. Since the packhouse is open to everyone in the pack, except for the ranked member floors that means most of the pack treats us like we are their personal maids. We have to clean all the communal rooms, cook meals for the dining area, do the laundry and clean the Gamma, Beta, and Alpha floors. Our Alpha Darren isn’t awful, I know in some packs Omegas are treated way worse than we are, but he is indifferent. He never stands up for the Omegas when the other wolves are bossing us around, he even overlooks the occasional smacks or tripping we find ourselves on the receiving end of. But if a Delta is seriously out of line, like the time one of the warriors threw an Omega down a flight of stairs, he will step in. Generally, this sort of in-fighting that happens among the wolves would be handled by our Luna Katherine. But she’s a vapid woman who doesn’t care about anything but having that Luna title. She has the Omegas do any work she is supposed to do as part of her duties and spends most of her time shopping and going to spas. Which, is the reason I am up so freaking early on the one day I usually get to sleep in. The Lycan King is coming today, or I guess technically he’s still the prince but he’s making the rounds to all the packs before his mating and ascension ceremony take place in a few months. After that he will officially be the King, although I’ve heard he already does most of the work for his father. The Alpha and Luna are pulling out all the stops for his arrival. A huge tent was set-up in the gardens yesterday and this morning we will fill it with tables and chairs. This afternoon we will set-up a bar and food stations, and then before his arrival we will bring everything out. Oh and we have to try to get things decorated during this time as well. I force myself to get out of bed, I’ve already laid in it five minutes longer than I should have. I pull myself and go to the main showers that are shared by the Omegas that work in the packhouse. It’s not ideal, not having your own bathroom, but we all make it work and since I’m the one that does most of the cooking I’m up before the other Omegas and usually get the bathroom to myself for at least half an hour before they come in. I get ready quickly and quietly, and slip out as others start entering the bathroom. Even among the Omegas I tend to get belittled and bullied. My wolf is shy, and she doesn’t like to shift in front of the others. I think she’s self-conscious about what she looks like, but I don’t know why. I’ve seen her before, her reflection, and I think she’s gorgeous. She’s a deep brown color, almost bordering on black with white streaks running through her fur. She is a bit small but I love her. She has been my one constant companion since I got her three years ago when I turned 18. The others however, think it’s strange that my wolf refuses to shift in front of them. The idiots jumped to conclusions and think it’s because she is stuck-up or something like that, they didn’t even consider the fact that she might just be shy. Once I’m back in my room I quickly change into jeans and a sweater. We do have a uniform, your typical black and white maid’s uniform that I will have to change into later, but the head Omega would be furious if I ruined that outfit during prep work. As soon as I got dressed I ran to the kitchen to start breakfast. The morning went by in the blink of an eye, well most of the afternoon did too actually. I was so busy cooking, cleaning, and setting up that by the time I put the last centerpiece on the table I only had ten minutes to run back to my room and change before I had to be back out to greet guests and take their coats. The guests started to arrive and we knew that half an hour after they were all seated the next Lycan King would be arriving. He was purposely showing up after all the guests arrived so that he could make an entrance with all eyes on him, seemed a bit egotistical if you asked me, but no one ever did so whatever I guess. He was supposed to stay here for one hour. He would be giving a speech, speaking with guests, and had a special plate of food that I prepared while being overseen by the Luna during every step. Apparently, he was concerned someone might try to poison him before he took the throne and requested his food be watched over. All the guests were seated and awaiting the princes’ arrival, which should be any minute now. Sure enough a car pulled up in the front of the packhouse two minutes later. The driver got out and walked around to open the back door, and as soon as the man in the car stepped out my heart skipped a beat. I could smell him, over everyone else, over all the food and liquor, everything. I could smell his woodsy scent. I looked at him as he turned to face the crowd, he was tall, so freaking tall I didn’t know wolves got that tall, although maybe that’s because he’s a Lycan. His hair was as black as the night sky, it wasn’t long but it definitely wasn’t short and it had this tousled look about it. Almost like he had run his fingers through it but each strand was perfectly placed so it was definitely styled that way. He had a jaw that could cut glass and was covered in a beard that was perfectly trimmed and a shade lighter than his hair. As I continued looking at him we made eye contact, his eyes were the most brilliant amber color I had ever seen but then Diana perked up. Stange, she doesn’t usually notice males, but then I heard it “Mate” my wolf purrs in my head. I take a step towards him but, with his eyes still locked on mine he gives me a barely noticeable, but firm, shake of his head. Why wasn’t he running up to me? Why did he shake his head no at me? Weren’t mates usually overjoyed at finding their counterpart? I knew he had a chosen mate but I would think after finding his fated mate he would want to be with me. My head swam as his chosen mate stepped out of the car behind him. She was stunning, the most gorgeous woman I think I’d ever laid eyes on. I don’t think she’s a Lycan but she has a powerful aura, she must be an Alpha. Of course he wouldn’t want to be with me. I’m an Omega, I cook and clean the packhouse, he’s going to be the King and he has an extraordinarily beautiful and powerful mate on his arm. It’s just my luck to be mated to someone that will never want me. I spent the rest of the evening serving drinks and passed appetizers. I walked by the future King at least a dozen times tonight. Every time I did Diana whined in my head, asking for her mate. But he didn’t say one word to me, he didn’t even look me, it was like I didn’t exist at all. By the end of the night I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. I went to shower the evening off of me before getting into bed but as I stepped out of the shower. The door opened and in walked my mate, the future Lycan King himself.