The Last Omega

Chapter 2: Kayden Sinclair

Kayden’s POV

“Mr. Kayden,” a warrior calls. I turn around, sweat dripping from my body from my heavy training.

This is the only way I can deal with the curse, somewhat.

“Your father is calling for you,” he informed me.

I lift the hem of my shirt to clean my face. I still have an hour left of training, but if father is asking for me, then it must be important. Considering he didn’t use the mind link, I can already tell what’s wrong.

“Tell the Alpha I’ll be there after I shower,” I ordered, and the warrior turned around to leave.

Each day that passes, father gets worse and worse. The amount of omium he has accumulated in his body will kill him in a few years.

Most wolves don’t know about this. They think it is a curse and that is that, but all the Lycans know the truth.

The Moon Goddess gave the five Lycan families great power, but each time we used it, omium accumulated inside our bodies.

You can’t see it, you can’t scent it, you can only feel the side effects.

Migraines, nausea, difficulty breathing, coughing blood, fevers, things a wolf won’t ever suffer in his life, we Lycans do after a while.

And what can we do about it? Nothing.

Have a kid and hope that they carry the bloodline.

The only hope we had was omegas, but they are long gone, and now?

To survive, you need to marry and procreate. Everyone in my position has arranged marriages, only I don’t because my mother still believes in true mates.

Even if a real bond happening is as rare as finding an omega.

Am I surprised?

No.

Our connection with the Moon Goddess is practically nonexistent to the point that our wolves don’t talk to us unless our lives are in danger.

I take a quick shower and head to a house my parents built right behind the pack house.

If the pack members saw him like this, they would think we are weak. That’s the only way he has been able to keep a secret about his quick deterioration.

“Father,” I call as I open the door. As I expected, I see him in bed, pale, his breathing is quick and shallow.

Fuck.

“Kayden?” He calls, more like a question. “Is that really you?”

I sigh and take another step. “Yes, father. You called me.”

I’m not sure if he is hallucinating, but considering how disoriented he looks, it is a good possibility.

I dread the day I become like that.

“I know, but I thought it would take you longer,” he said with a chuckle. “Come closer, you know my eyes are not the same.”

We are wolves; our senses should be the best of the best.

“You shouldn’t strain yourself. Why don’t you cancel the trip?” I suggest as I get closer.

“Absolutely not,” he says sternly. “We are Lycans, Kayden. We have duties, and one of them is going around the packs.”

I clenched my fists. “They don’t even want us there, father. Haven’t you heard the rumors about us?”

“Calling the Sinclairs the silent killers?” My jaw ticked when my father said that. “Of course, I heard about it. But can you blame them?”

“The f**k does that mean?” I growl, I already feel my self-control slipping.

There are plenty of nasty rumors regarding my family and father. The truth is the entire opposite, but for the rest of the world, we are the worst of the worst.

“You know what the Sinclairs did in the past,” my father points out. “I’ve tried to clean our image, but it will take a while. And our power doesn’t help either.”

I grit my teeth. If I could, I would break something right now.

“I know how you feel, son. But this is important. I was called that in Black Fang; there is a maid. They—“

“You want to save her,” I stated, and my father nodded. “Is that really necessary? She will become like the rest and—“

“And? You pretend to leave her there? They are willing to sacrifice a poor she-wolf to us. If we don’t take her, another Lycan will. At least here she has a chance.”

I hate to admit it, but father is right.

That doesn’t mean I like it.

I’m tired of him bringing stray dogs and giving them shelter only for them to leave, terrified that we might do something to them.

“And let me guess, you want me to go with Cirrus,” I said with a heavy sigh.

My father chuckled. “He is your friend. And one Lycan might not be enough in this case.”

I quirk an eyebrow. Even if my father is in this state, he can hold his ground against an Alpha.

“Why do you see that?” I questioned.

“Because,” he extended his hand to grab something from his dresser. “They are giving an underage she-wolf to us, meaning—“

“—they are hiding something,” I finished for him.

My father nodded.

I hate those packs; no wonder the Moon Goddess is doing everything to kill us.

“Kay—“ my father coughs. I quickly rush to his side to help him, only to smell something that sends a shiver down my spine.

Blood.

“Father…” I sigh, close my eyes, and try to take a deep breath to calm down.

I must do what he asks of me, we… might have even less time together than I thought.

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“So, we are only going to rescue that she-wolf and return?” That was the way my friend, Cirrus, greeted me as I picked him up.

“Hello is usually the way people start conversations,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but we are not people,” he pointed out. “We are wolves, and I’m pretty curious about this woman.”

I glance at him. “Why?”

He snorts. “You kidding? Look at her!” He exclaims, showing me the file. “She is gorge!”

I roll my eyes. “She is like the rest of she wolves.”

She isn’t. But I won’t admit that. Her face has been burned inside my mind since I saw the file.

I’m feeling uncomfortable that I’m attracted to a minor.

“Nah, man,” he takes the picture away from me.

Cirrus is the son of Lycan Beliel Dyke. Like me, he has a special power that not many people know about, but are still scared of.

“Letty? That’s her name, right?” he wasn’t waiting for me to answer, so I didn’t. “She has something that calls for me.”

“Your future marriage will be decided by your dad, so I suggest you stop messing around with that girl. She is nothing special anyway.”

I felt him squint and get closer, invading my personal space.

“The hell is wrong with you, man. I can smash and dash, right? Unless you want her, that is.”

I snort.

I would never, and I mean never, lay a hand on someone like her.

She disgusts me.

Why?

Because they are all the same, lowly she-wolves, all they want is power; they seduce you and then try to kill you.

“f**k her if you want, I don’t care.”

His lips twitched. “Perfect! I called dibs, so don’t forget about that!”

My grip around the steering wheel tightened. I felt this nagging sensation right at the back of my head, but I guess that’s the omium talking.

I’m getting a f*****g migraine.

I don’t care about that kind woman. I’m doing this just for my father.

Right?

Then why the hell am I getting so mad?