Biblioteca
Buscar
Início / MM Romance / THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA / chapter 15

Compartilhar

chapter 15

Autor: Ihsan Ali Bashir
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-10 00:13:43

The safe house was smaller than the last one.

A single room, a single window, a single door. Kirill had chosen it for its defensibility—narrow sightlines, reinforced locks, no secondary exits. Wren sat at the small table, his father across from him, the weight of everything they'd discovered pressing down on them like a physical thing.

Marcus looked older in the harsh light. His face was still bruised, his movements still slow, but his eyes were sharp. The eyes of a man who had been waiting six
Continue a ler este livro gratuitamente
Escaneie o código para baixar o App
Capítulo anterior Próximo capítulo
Capítulo bloqueado

Último capítulo

  • THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA   chapter 21

    The Ilvaren estate was silent.Wren stood at the gate, his hand resting on the iron bars. The mansion loomed before him, rebuilt on the ashes of his childhood. The same footprint. The same silhouette. But wrong. All wrong.The bond remained between them, a constant presence. But for the first time, Wren didn't know if it was a promise or a warning.Kirill was beside him, his grey eyes scanning the shadows."You don't have to do this," Kirill said quietly."I know.""He'll try to kill you.""I know.""You could die.""I know." Wren turned to face him. "But if I don't go in there, he'll complete the ritual. He'll sever the bond. He'll kill everyone I love."Kirill was silent for a long moment. Then he reached out, his hand finding Wren's, his fingers warm and steady."Then we go together."Wren's heart pounded. The bond remained between them, a constant presence."You could die," Wren said."I know what it means." Kirill stepped closer. "I'm still coming."The words hung in the air betw

  • THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA   chapter 20

    The meeting point was a church.Not the kind of church people visited on Sundays—no stained glass, no pews, no altar. Just an old stone building on the edge of the city, abandoned for decades, its roof half-collapsed, its walls covered in ivy. The kind of place where secrets were kept and bodies were buried.Wren stood at the entrance, his heart pounding. Kirill was beside him, his grey eyes scanning the shadows."She's here," Kirill said.Wren didn't ask how he knew. He could feel it too—a presence in the darkness, watching, waiting.They entered together.The interior was dark, lit only by the faint glow of a single lantern at the far end of the nave. Wren moved toward it, his footsteps echoing on the stone floor.Vera Thorne was waiting.She sat on a wooden pew, her hands folded in her lap, her dark hair pulled back. She looked different from the woman in the archives—older, harder, the years of hiding etched into her face. But her eyes were the same. Sharp. Assessing. Watchful."Y

  • THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA   chapter 19

    The safe house was silent.Wren sat at the small table, the evidence spread before him. The names. The locations. The proof. And at the bottom of the list, one name he couldn't stop staring at.Kirill Voronov.The bond remained between them, a constant presence. But for the first time since the alley, Wren did not know what it meant. Not warmer. Not stronger. Different.Wren didn't look up as Kirill entered the room. He heard the Alpha's footsteps, measured and deliberate, crossing to the table."You've been staring at that list for hours," Kirill said.Wren didn't answer.Kirill was silent for a long moment. Then he pulled out the chair across from Wren and sat down."Ask me," Kirill said.Wren finally looked up. The Alpha's grey eyes were unreadable, but his posture was steady. Unwavering."How long have you known about the Inner Circle?"Kirill didn't answer.Wren's stomach tightened. "Kirill.""I knew they were watching you."Wren went still. "Before we met?"Silence."How long?"

  • THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA   chapter 18

    The old estate was exactly as Wren remembered it.Not from memory—he'd been too young when the fire happened. But from the photographs. The ones his mother had kept hidden. The ones Kirill had shown him. The ones that had been burned in the attack on the Voronov estate.The mansion loomed before him, rebuilt on the ashes of his childhood. The same footprint. The same silhouette. But wrong. All wrong.Wren stood at the gate, his hand resting on the iron bars. The bond hummed between them, warm and insistent, a constant reminder that Kirill was beside him."You don't have to do this," Kirill said quietly."I know.""He said alone.""I know."Wren turned to face him. The Alpha's grey eyes were unreadable, but his presence was steady, solid, unwavering."I'm not letting you go in there alone," Kirill said."I know.""Then why are we standing here?"Wren's throat tightened. "Because I'm afraid."Kirill was silent for a long moment. Then he reached out, his hand finding Wren's, his fingers

  • THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA   Chapter 17

    The safe house was silent.Wren sat at the small table, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea he hadn't touched. The evidence was spread before him—letters, photographs, financial records, his mother's letter, his father's message. Everything he'd collected over the past weeks. Everything that proved the Council's corruption.And none of it was enough.Seraphina Vance had admitted to orchestrating the massacre. She'd admitted to the suppressants. She'd admitted to the bond. She'd admitted to everything.But she'd been too calm. Too controlled. Too certain.Wren had seen enough liars in his life to recognize when someone was telling a partial truth. Seraphina had admitted to the crimes, but she hadn't admitted to the design. She was a weapon, not the hand that wielded it.Someone else was pulling the strings.Wren looked up as Kirill entered the room. The Alpha was carrying a small tray—bread, cheese, a fresh pot of tea."You haven't eaten," Kirill said."I'm not hungry.""You need to

  • THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA   chapter 16

    The Council building looked different at night.Without the hum of bureaucracy, without the weight of centuries of law pressing down on every surface, it was just a building. Stone and glass and steel. But Wren knew better. He knew the building was a mask. Behind its marble facade was the woman who had been controlling his life for sixteen years.Wren walked through the revolving doors, his footsteps echoing on the polished floor. The bond hummed between them, warm and steady, a constant reminder that Kirill was with him."You didn't have to come," Wren said quietly."I know.""She said alone.""I don't care what she said."Wren's heart pounded. The bond hummed, warm and insistent, a current of something that felt almost like trust.He didn't trust Kirill completely. Not yet.But he was beginning to believe that Kirill might be the one person who would never leave him.The Chairwoman's office was at the top of the building.A private elevator, a private corridor, a private door. Wren

Mais capítulos

Você também pode gostar

Explore e leia bons romances gratuitamente
Acesso gratuito a um vasto número de bons romances no app GoodNovel. Baixe os livros que você gosta e leia em qualquer lugar e a qualquer hora.
Leia livros gratuitamente no app
ESCANEIE O CÓDIGO PARA LER NO APP
DMCA.com Protection Status