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Chapter 10

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Hazel’s POV

“Do I kill him?”

Alaric’s eyes were still black. Cleric’s face was turning purple, his feet dangling a foot off the ground. Blood ran down Alaric’s claws, dripped onto the stone floor.

One squeeze. That’s all it would take.

And every part of me — the slave, the daughter, the girl who’d watched Cleric kill her mother — wanted him to do it.

Say yes, my wolf whispered. Let him end it. Let him bleed for you.

Cleric’s eyes bulged. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t beg. But he looked at me
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  • Omega:Claimed by the Alpha   Chapter 35

    The silence felt like a death threat to Hazel.Ella stood there, scroll in hand, radiating quiet triumph. She’d played this perfectly. Public. Legal. Irreversible. If Alaric marked Hazel now, he’d be admitting the bond existed before the council approved it. That was grounds for a vote of no confidence. If he didn’t,Hazel would be exiled before sunset.Hazel swallowed hard. Her throat was dry, her palms slick. Claimed or exiled. Two words. One cage.She wouldn’t beg. She wouldn’t run. But gods, she wanted to look away.Alaric descended another step. The temperature in the courtyard seemed to drop ten degrees. His scent rolled over her like a wave, making her knees weak. The mate bond pulled at her chest, sharp and aching, as if it wanted to drag her to him and be done with it.“Ella,” he said, and his voice was low enough that only those in the front heard. “You know as well as I do that a mate bond cannot be forced.”Ella’s smile didn’t waver. “And you know as well as

  • Omega:Claimed by the Alpha   Chapter 34

    The gates of the pack had not opened for an outsider in a long time. Not since the night the victims of the old rules were rescued .So when the iron bars groaned upward at dawn, every wolf in the courtyard froze. Even the guards. Even the wind.Ella stepped through first.She hadn’t changed. Still tall. Still composed. Still wearing white like she owned the snow. Her dark hair was braided with silver cords , the mark of a pack envoy, not a rogue. The scent of pine clung to her cloak, sharp and deliberate. She wasn’t here to visit. She was here to claim after being exiled.Behind her, two council elders from our pack followed, their expressions grave. One carried the ceremonial scroll bound in blue leather. Pack law. Nothing good came wrapped in blue leather.Hazel felt it before she saw it. Then she felt a pull. The mate bond. Alaric was already moving.He appeared on the stone steps above the courtyard, shirtless, hair still damp from training, a sword strapped to his b

  • Omega:Claimed by the Alpha   Chapter 33

    Alaric’s PoVI wake up because she’s watching me.Not guard duty. Not a threat at the tent flap. Hazel. She thinks I’m still asleep. I’m not. Haven’t been for ten minutes. I was too busy memorizing the way dawn hits her face when she thinks I can’t see.“Staring,” I say. My voice is deep. Sleep-soft. I only let it get like that for her.“Admiring,” she shoots back. That’s new. That’s ours. I open my eyes. She’s propped on her elbow. Hair wild. Moonvine twisted. The cut on her ribs is just visible under the furs. My bandage. My hands did that. Cleaned it. Bandaged it. Kept her.“Ribs?” I ask. Have to. The warlord in me needs the status. The mate in me needs to know she’s not hurting.“Your doing,” she says. “So they’re fine.”I roll. Trap her under me before I can stop myself. Need to feel her breathe. Need to feel her here. She doesn’t flinch. Never does. Not with me. I bend. Press my mouth to the bandage. To the skin I almost lost. “Good.”Syra’s pot bangs outside. Late. “Up!

  • Omega:Claimed by the Alpha   Chapter 32

    Hazel’s PoVThe next morning starts with his hand , warm on my ribs. Right over the cut he cleaned last night. Thumb moving back and forth. Like he’s checking I’m still real.I’m awake before him. That never happens. Usually he’s up first, sword in hand, scanning for threats before the sun’s even brave enough to show. But today the tent is light and quiet and he’s still. His face is softer asleep. No Alpha. No war. Just Alaric. I let myself look. The scar on his eyebrow from the gate fight three years ago. The new one on his jaw from yesterday. The way his lashes are too long for a man who kills for a living.“Staring,” he mumbles. Doesn’t open his eyes. But his mouth twitches.“Admiring,” I correct him. He finally looks. Gray eyes, hazy with sleep. With peace. That’s new too. “Dangerous habit.”“Worth it,” I say. Steal his line from Rook.He rolls, and suddenly I’m under him. Wrapped in his arms, his weight. Not trapping. Holding. “Ribs?” he asks. All serious now as he checks my

  • Omega:Claimed by the Alpha   Chapter 31

    Hazel’s PoV Early in the morning the next day, Syra has to bang a pot with a spoon to get the forty-three children out of their tents. “Up! Unless you want Rook to eat everything!” Rook is already in the circle with a bowl bigger than his face. “Worth it,” he says when Miri shoves him. Mara learns letters. She sits on a log outside the healer’s wing. Her wrists are still wrapped in clean cloth. The white rings from three years of collars haven’t faded. Kip is beside her with Pike’s slate. “This is M,” Kip says. He draws it slow in the dirt. “For Mara. And for Mom.” Mara picks up a stick. Her hand shakes. She copies him. The M wobbles. “And this is K,” Kip says. “For Kip. And for ‘I kept my promise.’” Mara makes the K. Kip puts his hand over hers to steady it. “You learned,” she whispers. “Without me.” “Hazel taught me,” Kip says. “But I saved books for you.” I leave before they see me wipe my eyes. Sara meets the pack. Lia does the talking. She hasn’t let

  • Omega:Claimed by the Alpha   Chapter 30

    Hazel’s POVWe train for two days. Not warriors. Kids. “You don’t have to,” I tell them. We’re in the old armory. Lina’s School now. Forty three sets of eyes. Some scared. Some angry. All listening. “Fighting is a choice. Healing is a choice. Running is a choice. You choose.”Rook raises his hand first. “I fight. Like Dad.” He means Cleric. He started calling him that yesterday. “Me too,” Miri says. “For Eda.”“Me,” Eda says. “For Miri.”Pike stands. “For the Last War. So no more kids get sold.”Twelve in total. Rook, Miri, Eda, Galen, Tobin, Bran, Dev, Jori, and four others. All over ten. All chose it. “Then we train,” Kael says. He’s limping less now. “Not to kill. To survive. To protect. To come home.”The other thirty one learn healing. Bandages. Moonvine. Splints. “You keep them alive,” I tell Kip, who is six and won’t fight but won’t leave Rook’s side either. “That’s how you win wars.”Kip nods. “Like you saved me.”Nina watches from the doorway. Baby Lina strapped to her ch

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