The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 106

The southern border was a desolate stretch of land. It was mostly frost, gray trees, and wind. I had been stationed here for some months. It was a tedious assignment, a boring job meant to act as a barrier between the Lycan Kingdom and the lawless mountain regions. My responsibility was simple: keep the border secure, monitor the movement of any rogue packs, and send weekly reports to the capital.I sat on my horse, trying to stay warm. The campfire was dying down, and the biting cold was seeping through my uniform, settling into my bones. Beside me, Sergeant Kaelin, a man who had served the Vane family since long before I was born, checked his leather armor and gear. He was the only one here who knew my true temperament, the only one who didn't look at me like a statue of the royal lineage."Highness," Kaelin said, his voice flat. "The scouts didn't return. It has been four hours since the last report."I looked toward the dark tree line. The moon was hidden behind a thick, suffocati

Cillian P.O.VThe word tore my throat raw. "Elian."My eyelids felt like they were forged from solid lead. The darkness in my mind was heavy, dragging me down into a suffocating, agonizing void. I forced my golden eyes open. The dim, flickering orange light of the hearth burned my retinas for a fraction of a second. As my vision focused, the blurry silhouette standing fixed right beside my massive body sharpened into clarity.Elian.He was right here. I tried to sit up. The exact moment my chest muscles contracted, a catastrophic, blinding agony ripped through my torso. I let out a harsh, guttural hiss, my spine snapping back against the mattress. The deep claw marks I had gouged into my own flesh screamed in violent protest."Do not move," a soft, raspy voice commanded.I completely froze. My inner Lycan, which had been thrashing in a pit of bottomless despair, suddenly went entirely still.I stared at him, my breathing coming in short, painful gasps. "You are not strong enough to

BA-BA-BA-BAAAAH! The suffocating silence of the night was violently shattered. It did not start with a scream. It started with a sound that made the blood in my veins turn to pure ice. A massive, deafening blast of a brass war horn ripped through the freezing night air.It did not come from the distant borders or the mountain peaks. It came from directly inside the royal courtyard, echoing off the high stone walls of the Blackwood fortress.I jumped, my heart slamming against my bruised ribs. Beside me on the massive black silk mattress, Cillian’s eyes snapped open. The golden glow in his vision flared dangerously in the dim candlelight. His inner beast went from a healing, exhausted sleep to a rigid, terrifying alert in a fraction of a second.But there was no clarity in his eyes—only pure, blinding confusion. "What is that?" I gasped, the oversized black cotton sleep shirt slipping off my shoulder as I scrambled up onto my knees."The courtyard," Cillian rasped, his voice rough and