บททั้งหมดของ MESSIAH SALVATION OF THE OMEGA: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

THIRD-PERSON POV “Hi Rhett!!” Gova squealed on seeing Rhett. She gave him a little hug and returned to stand next to Laura.“You're back? I did not expect to see you back so soon” she continued.“My sister is getting married in a few weeks. I had to come back” Rhett answered, but his eyes were on Laura. Gova noticed this and became worried. Telling him about the pregnancy would be the best option because if he found out in a bad way, it'll mean the worst. He might turn against Ricky again.“Laura, you've got to tell him” she whispered. Laura sighed and signalled her to keep quiet.“Is there a problem? You two are acting weird. Aren't you happy to see me?” Rhett asked.“No there's no problem. Um… I have to talk to you about something” Laura said, scratching her arm. “What is that?” He asked.She bit her lip and wondered what his reaction would be. It's only right for her to tell him. She didn't want him to waste his time loving her, when she can never belong to him. She's having a ch

THIRD-PERSON POV Seven Months Later….“Here is your soup, hot and spicy, just the way you like it” Gova giggled, dropping the tray in front of Laura. “Stop it. You know I hate this soup” she whined, squeezing her face. The aroma from the soup always made her feel like throwing up. It had a lot of herbs in it, and Paulina insisted that she must take it every morning.Laura was close to labor, it's her ninth month, and she could start getting contractions any minute. Since she was still very young, Paulina prepared some local herbs to help her, not forgetting frequent hospital check-ups.“Drink up and stop complaining. You know it's for your own good” Gova said, flipping back her hair.“Is she being stubborn again?” Ricky came out from the bathroom, wrapped in his robe.“Yes. She won't take the soup” Gova answered and Laura glared at her.“No worries, I'll make her take it. You can go ahead and do other things” he said and Gova nodded before sticking her tongue out at Laura and left.

RICKY’S POV“When last did you taste Swedish champagne?” Andy had no problem bringing champagne to my room. He’d just knocked at the door, and pushed it open the very moment I permitted him to, and that was the first thing he said as he strutted in.“Who cares about going Swede in champagne, everybody goes for French sparkling liquids.” I said in response.I’d been busy throughout the day, receiving friends and well-wishers of Rainbow crest pack, who had come to pledge their support for my upcoming marking ceremony.Andy had been with me all the while I was busy with the visitors, and I thought he would be resting now he was relieved of the burden of working all day with me, he came with a pretty bottle of Swedish champagne.“You chose French because you’ve probably not heard of the Swedish sparkling liquids.” He brought the stool I’d tossed to the window side closer to my bed, and sat down. He had two slim glasses at hand, and was going to serve the drink even if I didn’t ask for on

QWEN’S POV“Ma’am, wake up, we’ve arrived.” That was my chauffeur waking me, with his head bowed, while he held the car door open.I blinked a couple of times, before my eyes darted towards him. He was tall and slim, and he was clad in his long black duty outfit. I remember making the outfit myself because he thought he needed something that would hide his thin muscles.“Oh, Benito.” I stretched my arms to ease the aches on my muscles, knowing fully well that Benito, my chauffeur, was watching me from the corner of his eyes. I handed him my right hand, and he held it gently and helped me out of the car. I knew I needed no aid to alight from the car, but only peasants work without aid, and I’m not one of them.“Finally.” I muttered, looking up to the large inscription on the large pillars of the cemetery; Cursed be unto him, who would move the bones of the nobles.“This way, Ma’am.” Benito bowed, with his hands poised towards the entrance of the cemetery.“No, Benito, I will go in alo

GOVA’S POV“Look, all the banners and billboards bear pictures of the rogue that stole my mandate, and your friend, Laura.” Rhett, my fiancé said, glaring at a billboard at the roadside.He had just glided into the fort of Rainbow Crest Pack. Rhett was not willing to be part of the marking ceremony, but I pleaded with him to come with me.“That’s the good thing about being the Lycan king. The billboards would take pictures of you and paste them around the city whenever you are into something big.” I said, also staring at the billboard until we passed it, but a bit far from us lay another one.“Those faces should have been mine and yours. I could have been the one marking you today, if not for that thief.” Rhett would not stop blaming Ricky.If I must confess, I would make it clear that I do not like the Lycan king, Ricky. No one likes him because he was quick to anger, and he finds joy in torturing and abusing those who offend him.He could kill without thinking twice, but I do not de