Claiming My Lycan King

e made her way to Master Edwin, the Head Omega's chambers, the sunlight streaming thro

through the stillness. "Addressing the lycan king requires pr

am', not even Alpha. " He repeated t

alace walls. Master Edwin lectured on, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as he spoke o

pires," he whispered, his voice

ike delicate porcelain poised on the brink of shattering. One misstep would shatter the fragile facade, and Amby couldn't sh

kes perfect," he said, his v

th the fear of making a mistake. How could she

ir hostility a palpable force that shadowed her every step.As she navigated the labyrinthine corridors, whispers trailed behind her, the sof

n with a perpetual scowl, stepped

a wolfless om

ever belo

d seemed to hide another critic, another judgmental gaze. The constant barrage wore her down, chip by chip, eroding her fragile confidence.

ed. Their animosity seeped into her bones, chilling her from the inside out. As the days passed, Amby found herself searching f

lace in this treacherous landscape, or if she wou

king's advisors, her nerves stretched taut. In an instant, disaster struck. A crimson stream

age. "Clumsy fool!" he thundered, his

r cheeks burned with embarrassment. She prayed the ground to open and

d, a soothing balm to the tension. "Lor

tude toward the queen, though she knew better than to trust her mercy. Catalina's moods wer

, girl," h

mbling. "Forgive me, Lord Ra

her expression soft. "Rise, child.

e weight of Lord Ravenswood's displeasure. She knew she had to tread carefully. One misstep could turn t

rath of Mrs. Jenkins, the Chief Maid. As she entered the corr

to happen," Mrs. Jenkins

worthy of serving

cruel words. She slammed the door shut, leaning against it to catch her br

tus? Her unknown past?

olation wash over her. But then, a so

entle voice

But when she opened the door, she saw Jessica, a fellow maid,

ice low. Amby nodded, feeling a lump form in her throa

spered. "She's bitter because

rought a faint sm

, grateful for the kindness.

w, Amby. You're not alone." And for the first time sinc

ss of her apron, and the sweet scent of lavender wafting from her hair all blended together to create a sense of sanctuary. Amby wrapped her arms tight

or, fragments of memories, and whispers of a long-forgotten past swirled together in a kaleidoscope of

her first transformation. Her limbs lengthened, her senses heightened, and her wolf form emerged, majestic and powerful. But amidst the awe-inspiring change, Jessica's eyes held a deep sadness, a

heart. A tragic accident, a devastating loss that shattered the tranquility. A scream echoed through Amby's mind, a sound that seemed to rip Jessica's

s that still lingered, the wounds that still bled. But amidst the sorrow, Amby also saw Jessica

ving Amby breathless

oncern etched on her f

?" she asked, her v

timate secrets she'd uncovered. Her eyes lo

s," Amby stammered, her wo

st. Your

ansformed, softening li

th concern, now shone wi

essica asked, her voice

reeling from the vi

ation. Amby's heart pounded, her pulse racing with the implications.

sica whispered. "Especia

ed, her mind raci

ica know abo