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10. Bound Yet Unbroken
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The Alpha King's Omega 82. The Witch of Shadows
The cave carved into the heart of the Mountain of Darkness glowed faintly, lit by a fire that was no fire at all. Its flames burned pale blue, casting long, eerie shadows that writhed against the cavern walls like living things. The stone dripped with moisture, its veins glimmering faintly as though the mountain remembered the blood and battles buried in its bones.Freya sat close to the unnatural fire, its glow brushing warmth against her chilled skin, but no flame could quiet the storm inside her chest. The shadows seemed to lean closer, listening, watching as though the mountain itself hungered for her response to what had been revealed.Kyla, the Witch of Shadows, the woman who had embraced her and spoken the word granddaughter, sat across from her. Age clung to her in every line of her frail frame, but her clouded eyes shimmered with a sorrow time had never managed to bury. Ragnar stood near the cavern wall, tall and unyielding, his silver gaze sharp and unreadable. His presence
The Alpha King's Omega 81. The Witch Of Shadows
The Mountain of Darkness loomed before them like a wound carved into the earth, a jagged scar that refused to heal. Its blackened slopes clawed at the sky, slicing the clouds into ragged shreds, while a crown of mist curled endlessly around its peaks like a shroud. The air grew colder the closer they came, every breath laced with frost and ash.The forest that surrounded its base was wrong. Trees leaned inward, their twisted limbs gnarled into shapes like broken bones, their bark split and oozing sap as dark as blood. No birds sang here. No leaves stirred. Only whispers drifted on a wind that had no source, voices threading through the silence, murmurs that felt like they were brushing against Freya’s very soul.Her chest tightened the moment her boots struck the ashen soil. It crunched beneath her like glass, black and brittle, as though it held the memory of lives burned and buried here. The shadows were heavier, thicker, slinking between the trees with a life of their own. The sile
The Alpha King's Omega 80. Edge of the Fire
The night was cool, the silver hush of the stream threading softly behind them, yet neither Ragnar nor Freya felt its chill. Heat lingered, trapped between their bodies, their breaths still uneven from the kiss that had consumed them whole. The air was thick with it, desire, restraint, danger, each heartbeat an echo against the silence of the forest.Ragnar stood close, so close she could feel the tremor of his breath against her skin. One hand braced against the rough bark above her head, caging her in, the other firm at her waist, holding her as though letting go would undo him. His chest heaved, broad and unyielding, his eyes molten embers burning into hers, hungry, restless, alive with something he had long fought to suppress.Freya’s lips still tingled, swollen and bruised from his kiss. Her skin sang where he had touched her, fire coursing through her veins as though he had branded her. She tried to draw breath, but it came shallow, stolen by the nearness of him.He lowered his
The Alpha King's Omega 79. By The Stream
The stream murmured like a secret kept by the earth, its silver ripples catching the pale shimmer of moonlight. Each wave fractured Freya’s reflection, breaking and mending her face with every current. She sat on a smooth stone at the water’s edge, her fingertips grazing the cool surface, as if the stream might cleanse the chaos twisting inside her.Behind her, Ragnar stood silent, broad shoulders cut against the night, his presence a living shadow. He was motionless, yet the air around him pulsed, tight with something coiled and caged, like a predator restraining itself.Nyra had led the horses deeper into the woods, leaving them alone. And in that solitude, the forest seemed to hush, listening, as though even the trees leaned closer. The night grew thick, pressing down until every breath between them was laden with unsaid truths.Ragnar moved. Slow, deliberate. His footsteps stirred the silence, but it was not sound that reached Freya first; it was his presence. The heat of him brus
The Alpha King's Omega 78. Journey
The air grew colder with every mile that stretched between them and Ragnar’s castle. Behind them, the stronghold’s stone towers dissolved into a blur of mist and distance, until it felt as if the world itself had narrowed to only three figures, King, Witch, and Flame-born, and the desolate path leading toward the Mountain of Darkness.This was no ordinary road. The earth here seemed scarred, a wound carved into the land long ago that had never healed. The trees leaned too close, gnarled and twisted, their skeletal branches arching overhead like a canopy of reaching claws. Moss clung to their trunks in hues of black and sickly green, slick with dew that dripped from the bark like blood in the failing light. The wind that swept through the forest carried whispers, fragmented voices that slipped just out of reach, vanishing the moment one turned to listen.Even the horses sensed the corruption. Their hooves dragged reluctantly across the uneven earth, and their breath steamed harshly in
The Alpha King's Omega 77. Freedom
The fire still burned in Freya’s veins when she rose to her feet, though her body trembled beneath the weight of what she was about to demand. Her voice, however, did not falter.“Ragnar,” she said, steady, each syllable laced with the centuries of suffering that echoed through her bloodline, “if you want me to stay, if you want me to fight at your side, then you must give me this. My people must be free. Every omega in this kingdom, every one of them. No more collars. No more chains. No more being treated as slaves or pets. If any alpha dares to strip them of their freedom, he will face punishment as severe as if he had defied the crown itself.”Her words hung in the air like a blade suspended at Ragnar’s throat.The silence that followed was suffocating. Ragnar stood at the edge of his desk, the firelight casting jagged shadows across the hard planes of his face. His dark eyes narrowed, sharp as steel, dissecting her, measuring her resolve as though testing if this was another battl
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