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Desmond’s Men

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-05 17:43:04
The roar of the crowd thundered through the thick stone walls like a brewing storm.

Eugene stood before a wide mirror, the muscles in his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling slowly as he adjusted the strap of his leather bracer.

The intricate wolf crest of his family was etched into the chest of his ceremonial armor, a symbol of honor and bloodline, of what was at stake tonight.

Max stood behind him, arms crossed, his expression serious yet steady. He, too, was armored—not for battle, but for duty.

From beyond the stone archway leading into the hallway, they could hear the thundering chorus of thousands. The sacred grounds were packed.

Every council member, noble bloodlines and common wolves alike, had come to witness the blood challenge. The duel for the title of Alpha King.

The door creaked open and Councillor Hadrian entered, his robes sweeping behind him.

“You look ready,” Hadrian said.

“I am,” Eugene replied.

Hadrian nodded once, slowly. Then he walked forward unti
Osarumwense Osakue

⚔️ Will Alpha Eugene survive the sacred duel and claim the Alpha King title, or will Desmond’s treachery finally bring him to his knees? 🔥 Find out in the next chapter.

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    Jack stood in his chambers, sleeves rolled slightly, preparing for what should have been an ordinary evening by Blackwood standards but tonight, the walls felt thinner.Outside his window, too many torches moved. Guards crossed the courtyard in groups instead of pairs, armor gleaming beneath the moonlight.Jack’s jaw tightened.“So it begins,” he murmured.Tomorrow was going to be a bloody day.Jack moved closer to the window, resting his forearm against the stone as he watched the activity of war preparations below.His thoughts immediately went to the forest, to the resistance hideout then to Eugene, with his careful plans and impossible sense of responsibility. His mind also went to Becca and Mira then his fingers curled slowly.“They shouldn’t be anywhere near this tonight,” he muttered.He had no way of knowing where they were, no way to warn them and no way to stop what was already in motion.That was the cruelty of his position of standing in the heart of the beast, unable to

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    The Night Before War

    Eugene stood over the table, his hands braced flat against the wood, his shoulders rigid beneath his coat. His eyes moved slowly, deliberately, committing every detail on the map to memory even though he already knew them by heart. He had walked these plans in his mind so many times they haunted his dreams or what little sleep he managed.His jaw was clenched, a faint muscle ticking as the weight of command pressed down on him. Every person in this room trusted him. Every person in the resistance believed he would lead them through the fire and he could not afford to let them down.Max stood at his right, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His claws were half-extended, the tips glinting faintly in the candlelight. It was a subconscious sign, one Eugene had learned to recognize as pure agitation. Max’s foot tapped against the floor, his gaze flicking constantly toward the entrance, his senses stretched thin.“This is the last run-through,” Eugene said at last, breaking the silenc

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    What Grief Refuses to Heal

    At the heart of the mansion, behind thick doors, Desmond had not left his study for long time and the room looked like the aftermath of a storm.Scrolls lay scattered across the massive desk and the floor beside it were maps marked with red ink, troop movements sketched and resketched, weak points circled again and again until the it was worn thin. Desmond stood over the desk, both hands braced against its surface, shoulders rigid, spine straight with the kind of tension that came from refusing to break.He had been staring at the same map for nearly an hour and his thoughts refused to obey him.Every time his focus slipped, his mind betrayed him by pouring out memories he wished he could forget. Desmond’s jaw tightened until it ached.“No,” he muttered, as if the thought itself were an enemy. “Not now.”He slammed his palm against the desk, rattling the ink and sending a quill rolling to the floor.“Focus,” he growled to himself. “Focus.”The resistance would attack soon or he wou

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    Thorns Beneath Silk

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    Seraphina woke to silence so deep it felt unnatural.Her lashes fluttered and pain hit her first. A dull, pulsing ache spread from her head down her spine, settling heavily in her chest. Her throat was dry, her limbs weak, as though they no longer belonged to her.She tried to move and a sharp gasp tore from her lips.“Luna Seraphina!”Hands rushed to her shoulders, warm and steady, pressing her gently back into the bed.“Don’t move,” the voice said urgently. “Please, don’t move.”Her vision swam until shapes slowly sharpened into something familiar.Ava’s face hovered above her, her eyes red as if she hadn’t slept in days.“Ava?” Seraphina said.Her voice sounded weak.Ava let out a shaky breath that might have been a laugh or a sob. “Yes, yes, it’s me. You’re awake, Moon Goddess, you’re awake.”Seraphina frowned faintly. “Why… why are you crying?”Ava’s hands trembled where they rested on the blanket. “Because you’ve been asleep for three days,” she whispered. “Because we though

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