All Chapters of Unwanted Omega: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Vladimyr's POVKatie’s hand in mine was the only real thing. The night could have collapsed around us—the stars could have burned out one by one—and still, I would have known the shape of her palm pressed to my skin."I'll try," I'd said. But even that word felt too small for what this moment deserved.She squeezed my hand gently, grounding me. Not demanding, not forcing. Just there. I breathed in her scent once again as if it's the only thing that is keeping me sane and still. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like a ghost whispering through my ribs. It felt alive. She felt alive. And so did I.We sat there long enough that the chill crept through my jacket, but I didn’t move. Neither did she. The silence between us was comfortable now, not sharp. Like an old quilt draped over bruised skin. Healing, even if it hurts."I remember," I said at last, the words rough in my throat. "Not everything. But... you had this ridiculous red cloak once." I slowly took off my jacket and p

Katie’s POV The following morning...I woke to the subtle weight of an arm around my waist and the slow, deep rhythm of another's breathing against my back. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe too loudly. I just let the reality of this moment sink in.Vladimyr was here. Still.Warm, solid, alive—and with me. I cannot believe it.My heart ached in the best possible way, like a wound slowly stitching itself closed. It hadn’t been a dream. None of it. The fountain. The look in his eyes. The way he trembled when I touched his hand like I was a ghost came to haunt him, or worse—leave him again.And now... we were here.I turned gently in his arms, careful not to wake him. His face was slack with sleep, and there were faint shadows beneath his eyes—he hadn’t been sleeping well lately, that was evident. But thankfully, right now, it seemed the exact opposite. I smiled at the thought that he finally slept peacefully after those exhausting nights.I reached up and brushed a st

Katie’s POVThree days passed and in those times, our routine is pretty much the same.Waking up, trying something to make Vladimyr remember, trying to wake our demon, our duties as the Lord and Lady of the North, and all other things. But what I love in this “pretty much the same” routine of ours is that it ended with us in our chambers.With me in his embrace. Always.Until this morning, while I was tending to the northern gardens, Rori suddenly teleported in front of me. Panic, fear and anxiety was written all over his face. “Katie!!”I lifted my head from the bushes to face him. “What's the matter, Rori? Are you well?”He bit his lip. Wondering if he should be the one to break the news to me, but in the end he did. He gulped first and looked away. “I-it’s.. It’s him. That bloody duke.”The title alone is enough to hit me like a punch to the gut. “The d-duke? Here?” I demanded, my voice rising.Rori immediately shook his head. “Not exactly here, but… there’s a message. It’s address

Katie's POVMorning came too quickly.A low knock at the chamber door stirred me from the few hours of rest I’d managed. Vladimyr was still asleep beside me—if his deep, even breaths could be called sleep. His brow was furrowed, as if his mind couldn’t rest even in dreams.I carefully slipped from beneath the covers, pulling on a robe and tying it tight at the waist as I opened the door.Miranda stood there, her hands folded neatly, but the tight set of her jaw betrayed her calm demeanor.“Report,” I said softly, stepping into the hallway and closing the door behind me.“We’ve finished securing the inner sanctum,” she said, falling in step beside me as we walked down the corridor. “The twins are under protective watch. They know something is happening, but we haven’t told them the full extent.”“They’ll figure it out,” I murmured.“They already are,” she admitted. “The young mistress tried to break through the barriers last night. Said she dreamed you were in danger.”Of course she di

Katie’s POVOn the Road — Hours Before the main InfiltrationThere is a very specific kind of silence that exists in a carriage filled with smug little vampires. The ones I love, that's for sure, but still.. smug ones.It wasn't the uncomfortable kind, or even the anticipatory one that often followed strategy meetings. No. This was the smug silence of two siblings who knew they had won against their older brother who’s the Lord of the North. They seemed so proud about it too. I mean, as they should though, because if it was me, I would brag about it for the rest of the year. If it weren't for the tension and danger that we are about to face, I am pretty sure we already talked about this ages ago.But of course, said risk isn't enough to stop us from mentioning it, especially the twins.Tori lounged by the window with her chin resting in her palm, letting the morning breeze flutter her curls like some self-satisfied heroine in a gothic novel. Rori had kicked his feet up on the opposite