บททั้งหมดของ The Omega's Surge: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Noah's Pov"And we won't let you hurt us..." I could see Danny pull back the arrow further to him, and I knew if he let it go now, even my wolf reflexes wouldn't help me. "What's going on?" I asked, raising my hands up in surrender."We don't want to die, that's what!..." Donovan answered. "We're making sure if you try anything funny, you'd reach the goddess before you raise a claw...""I'm not going to do anything..." I said, frowning."That's what the Elders said at first too!..." Donovan shot back "They said we could stay and there was nothing wrong with us, but then in the blink of an eye, we became bounty!..." he snapped "And face models for wanted posters...""We became prey..." David chimed."And your fathers were predators!" Danny yelled now. "They killed every last one of us, they killed my mom, my friend, everyone!" he screamed.I stayed frozen as Donovan now pulled his sleeve and showed his bare arm. My eyes widened, staring at him as beside his elbow, and on the joint we

Noah's Pov"How do you expect us to help you?" David asked, sighing. I could see the frown on his face as his brows raised looking at me. "We're your problem, not your solution...""All we've ever been is the enemy, not partners..." Donovan chimed, snorting. The aura in the whole room was hard to describe, hard for me to comprehend or even understand. They all sat in front of me with hands folded, asides Danny who held his bow flat on the table, placing his hand on top of it. The scenario just felt so spontaneous.I never thought I'd ever find myself here, talking to these men, these soldiers, these broken people. I never imagined there was any other Omega besides Myra. Because I never knew what had happened..."I need you to help me find more Omegas..." I said now.And their faces all dropped in shock as they looked at me. "I know it might seem a daredevil task but what we need is to build an army..." I explained "I can't save your people alone, I need more of you, to show you're w

Noah's PovThe sun glowed through the window blinds aggressively, hitting my eyes and forcing me to shield them with my hands as I looked out through the window. I could feel sweat drip down inside my clothes as the heat seeped in through the fabric, but I still tried to place my thoughts into center perspective.As I stood there blurring out my physical discomfort and zeroing in on my thoughts."We could try group therapy?" Donovan called now.And I turned back with my brows already raised in confusion."What?" I asked, as David and Danny both turned to him too."Yeah, like we could assemble all the soldiers, and give them an outlet for their emotions, and promise them solutions..." he explained, gesturing.I stayed with my brows raised, still confused, and as he looked from me to his brothers who also held my expression, he sighed."Like tell them to tell us a secret and promise to keep it..."I remained frowning but moved closer to the table now. I reached the foot of my seat, look

Myra's PovNow I had been in my seat for longer than an hour. Almost days if I calculated the pain and cramps as well as my emotional and mental cacophony. I hated being here and I hated how the air in the room had seemingly begun to constrict. As I felt myself breathing with effort more than usually necessary.I stared at the man in front of me as he laughed again, seeing my frown. I didn't expect what he had said, but even now I wanted to know what more had happened, as I wanted to hear even more about my vague history."I know it sounds strange and eerie..." he said, shaking his head. "But his plans could be considered nothing compared to the attacks of the enemy back then..." he groaned, facing the floor now. "As our people were beheaded, and dragged across the street till only strips of skin remained; some boiled in oil and others even crucified..." he cheated.I frowned deeper and in disgust as the words hit my ears. As I wondered how they would boil someone? And who were my peo

Myra's PovThe words rang in my ears disturbingly and I sat confused."How?" I asked.And Flanagan straightened in his chair at the question. He belched again, and minced his teeth, feeling the after taste of whatever that red drink might have been."Because I am your father..." "That's not possible..." I retorted, almost immediately. "Like I said, you are so uniquely gullible..." he chuckled. "You still believe in a stupid lie even after years of living in hiding, even after you've grown to see fear as a second shadow...""You can't be my father!..." I yelled back, refusing.A part of me knew he wasn't lying, but another part refused to accept a monster as the one who gave birth to me. I just couldn't accept that someone who was a killer was my father."You haven't ever laid eyes on your father, yet you just know it can't be me?" he asked, frowning now. "I know the reason is because you imagine your father would be someone better..." he said."But life doesn't always give us what w