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60. Danger
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The Alpha King's Omega 62. Rage
The air in the chamber cracked under the weight of that single word.“You.”It fell from Ragnar’s lips like a blade, silent in its arc yet sharp enough to slice through the fragile stillness binding the room. The sound wasn’t loud, but it carried a lethal density, as if every syllable had been forged from molten fury and left to cool in his chest. Even the walls seemed to draw back, shadows curling away from him.Atlas froze where he knelt beside Freya’s bed, her hand still clasped between his own as he had held it again. His grip tightened until the skin across his knuckles blanched, as though the contact was the only anchor keeping him upright. He didn’t look toward Ragnar, not immediately. His gaze clung to Freya, his eyes frantic in their search for her, as if seeing her alive wasn’t enough; as if he needed proof she was truly safe.Ragnar stepped forward, slow and deliberate, the door yawning wider behind him with a low groan of hinges that scraped across the stone like a warning
The Alpha King's Omega 61. Atlas
The dim light in Freya’s chamber clung to the stone walls like a thin veil of ash, trembling with each wavering breath of the lone candle beside her bed. The air was heavy, thick with unspoken truths, and the silence pressed against her ribs until it felt like her own heartbeat was the only sound left in the world.She sat half-upright, her limbs still leaden from exhaustion, her mind drifting between the jagged edge of waking and the murky pull of dreams. Somewhere far off, the faint creak of a floorboard reached her ears. It was too measured, too deliberate to be chance.A figure slipped from the shadows, the candlelight catching on the planes of his face.Atlas.He didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in three swift steps, his eyes fixed on hers as if searching for proof that she was still here, still breathing, still herself. The chair at her bedside went ignored. Instead, he sank to his knees before her, the movement not of a courtier, but of a man stripped bare, desperate, raw.
The Alpha King's Omega 60. Danger
The first thing Ragnar noticed was her stillness.Freya lay cradled in his arms, unmoving, her breath too shallow, her skin almost colorless beneath the dim, fractured light spilling from the high window. The talisman clasped around her arm, his safeguard, his precaution, pulsed with a dull, sinister rhythm, the silver runes crawling under her skin like molten threads seeking something to consume.It wasn’t merely restraining her. It was fighting her.His hand lifted almost on instinct, knuckles brushing against her cheek.Cold. Far too cold.Her lashes fluttered, slow and heavy, before parting, and the moment their eyes met, the world shifted.These were not Freya’s eyes.Not the storm-green depths that had learned to meet his with defiance or quiet fire. No, these were piercing, crystalline, glacial blue, so vivid they seemed to drink the air from his lungs. The eyes he had just seen before she fell asleep. He thought he was hallucinating, but that wasn't the case. The same eyes he
The Alpha King's Omega 59. Hurting
Freya woke to the slow, steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath her ear, deep and unyielding, a sound that felt carved into the bones of the world.The warmth enveloping her was more than the heavy wolf-fur cloak draped over her shoulders. It was him. Ragnar. His arms were still around her, one locked protectively at her waist, the other resting loosely along her side in a hold that felt less like an embrace and more like a vow.For a long moment, she didn’t move. She only listened, the quiet rise and fall of his chest, the faint whisper of his breath through his nose, the scent of him, iron, pine, smoke, curling through her senses until it felt imprinted beneath her skin.Then the ache came.Sharp. Wrong. A bloom of heat and pain radiated from the talisman strapped to her arm. The silver etchings burned as though they had been heated in the night, searing her flesh with their intricate lines. Her muscles went rigid, her breath catching as the burn spread up her shoulder, across her coll
The Alpha King's Omega 58. Warmth
The chamber felt smaller that night, not because the stone walls had shifted, but because Ragnar stood in the center, unmoving, a dark sentinel. His broad shoulders blocked the firelight, his folded arms forming an unyielding barrier. Shadows stretched long and deep behind him, swallowing the farthest corners and filling the air with the silent weight of command. The room even smelled of him, rich, warm, and intoxicating, as though the space itself had taken him in.“You’re not sleeping alone,” he said, his voice low, each syllable cut from something harder than stone.Freya stilled, the inevitability of the confrontation curling in her chest. “I’m fine.”“No.” The word came quickly, unhesitating, a wall she could not scale. “You’re not.”His gaze was more than observation; it was excavation. The kind of look that could strip the skin from thought, peel open the ribs, and search for truths best left buried. He was reading her, hunting the shift beneath her skin, the shadow that had be
The Alpha King's Omega 57. Talisman
The voice clung to Freya like smoke in the lungs, thin, invasive, impossible to cough out. It wound itself into the dark corners of her mind, not loud enough to dominate her thoughts, but always there. Waiting. Watching. A shadow at the edge of reason. The weight of unseen eyes lingering on the nape of her neck.You felt it too… didn’t you?Her hands gripped the rim of the washbasin until her knuckles blanched. The cold water quivered beneath her breath, her reflection breaking into ripples until the face staring back was half a stranger. Skin flushed. Lips still tingling. A pulse that no longer felt like her own.He thinks he can save you from me.“Stop.” The word rasped from her throat, as though dragged over stone. It didn’t sound like her voice at all. “You are not real.”But the truth was already buried in her bones; she could feel the presence. Skyrana’s essence was rooted deep, threaded through her veins like molten wire. And with every beat of her heart, the thread pulled tigh
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