Chapter 69: Defying Fate

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• The Omega's Redemption.   Chapter 80: The Weight of the Moon.

  Elyra’s POVDawn came cruel and cold.The training field was still half-buried in ash from the last battle. Burned flags flapped listlessly in the wind, the scent of smoke forever etched into the soil. I stood barefoot on the charred earth, feeling it pulse beneath me like a dying heartbeat.Kaelor watched from the edge of the field, arms crossed, expression carved from stone.Varian stretched lazily beside him, twirling a dagger between his fingers like this was a game.I didn’t trust either of them.But I trusted the pull in my blood. The way my magic had stirred when they arrived. Like something ancient recognized them. Needed them.“Again,” Kaelor barked.I gritted my teeth and shifted. My bones cracked, my skin split, and fur rippled down my arms like wildfire. My wolf form wasn’t as big as others yet. But it was fast. Nimble.Kaelor lunged.Claws slashed at me and I barely ducked, skidding across the dirt as his weight shattered the ground behind me. He didn’t hold back. He want

• The Omega's Redemption.   Chapter 79: The Howl on the Ashes.

  Evan’s POVThe night air was thicker than it should’ve been, cloaked in silence, like even the stars were holding their breath.I felt it before I saw them.The forest to the west groaned under heavy footfalls, each step resonating through the ground like a warning drum. My body stiffened, instincts flaring.Kian stepped beside me, eyes narrowed. “We’re not alone.”“No,” I muttered, drawing the dagger I kept hidden behind my belt. “They’re coming.”Two shadows broke through the trees, moving like predators, not rogues. Intentional. Calm. Dangerous.The first one was a mountain of muscle and scars. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight, not with sweat, but with ritual markings. His eyes… they weren’t just amber. They were feral. Wild. The kind that had seen too many deaths to fear it anymore.The second was the opposite. Lean. Agile. His every step was a dance, calculated, silent. His midnight hair was braided down his back, threaded with small bones and moonstones. He smirked li

• The Omega's Redemption.   Chapter 78: Ashes of the Moon.

  (Evan's POV)I woke to the smell of blood and burning bark.My body ached with every breath, bones cracked, skin torn in too many places to count. The sky above was still dark, though the full moon hung lower now less angry, more sorrowful, like it mourned what had just transpired.I pushed myself off the scorched earth. My claws were singed. My fur matted with ash and blood, mine and others’. The air crackled with fading magic.Around me lay the broken remnants of the battlefield.Trees burned with ghostly blue flames, their ashes drifting like snow. Wolves both ours and theirs, were strewn across the clearing. Some groaning in pain. Others silent.And Elyra…I staggered toward the center where the circle had been, heart thudding wildly.She lay there. Unmoving. Cradled in Mira’s lap.“Is she” My voice cracked.Mira shook her head. “Alive. But not whole. Something’s been taken.”I dropped beside them, brushing soot from Elyra’s face. Her skin was ice-cold, her lips pale. But her ches

• The Omega's Redemption.   Chapter 77: The Moon Demands Blood.

  (Evan's POV.)The full moon bled red tonight.It hung low over the treetops like a glowing wound, casting the land in a sinister crimson hue. Every instinct in me screamed danger, but I kept my breath steady as I stalked through the forest surrounding the pack's territory.The warriors had spread out, their forms shifting in and out of the trees like ghosts. No howls. No chatter. Just the eerie silence of predators waiting to strike or be struck.We’d caught the scent hours ago. Rogues. Not the usual kind either. These carried a stench that twisted in your lungs—like smoke and rot and something wrong. Something that didn’t belong to the earth.“North quadrant is clear,” Vaughn’s voice whispered through the mind-link.“South’s got movement,” I replied. “Kian, west?”Silence.“Kian. Report.”Still nothing.My grip tightened on my blade.“Find him,” I ordered Vaughn. “We’re not losing anyone tonight.”A low growl rumbled in my throat, and before I realized it, my wolf surged forward. My

• The Omega's Redemption.   Chapter 76: Scars and Shadows

  (Kian’s POV)The barracks smelled like sweat and iron and something more primal, like rage buried beneath the surface of men who had nothing left to lose.I didn’t belong here.Not anymore.But Evan was right—I didn’t deserve a title, not until I earned it with blood, sweat, and silence.So, I kept my head down as I scrubbed the training floor, the handle of the mop cutting blisters into my palms. My shoulders ached, my back screamed, and the warriors threw passing glances thick with contempt. I didn’t blame them. If I were them, I’d hate me too.“Didn’t think a prince knew how to clean,” someone muttered behind me.I didn’t turn. Didn’t rise to the bait.“Maybe next he’ll be polishing our boots,” another laughed.I kept scrubbing.Because words didn’t break me anymore.But what did shake me, was the silence in my bond with Elyra.I felt it pulsing through me like a broken connection. It wasn’t like with Evan. It was quieter. Older. As if something sacred had shut the door between us.

• The Omega's Redemption.   Chapter 75: The Pull of Shadows

  Elyra’s POVThe dream came again.I stood in a forest soaked in silver light, the trees whispering in a language I didn't understand, but somehow knew. Their branches arched like cathedral ceilings, groaning under the weight of the moon. The air was thick with a song. Not sung, but hummed. Soft. Ancient. Bone-deep.I followed the sound.My bare feet didn’t make a sound as they moved over moss and stone. I wasn’t cold, though the air should have bitten into my skin. The song was everything. It pulled me forward like a thread sewn through my soul.Then I saw her.She stood by the obsidian lake again, her reflection blurred even though the water was still. A woman cloaked in darkness, beautiful and terrifying. Her face shifted when I looked too long. One moment it was soft and sad, the next it was hollow, endless.“You came,” she said.I swallowed. “I didn’t mean to.”“All things that are meant to become... arrive on time,” she whispered. “And you, moon-child, are terribly on time.”“Wha