All Chapters of Unwanted Omega: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Katie's POVFor a heartbeat, I thought the chaos might never end—that I’d spend the rest of my days refereeing between one smug vampire and his equally smug devil counterpart, while the twins placed bets and Sebastian silently despaired in the background. But the noise did fade, eventually. The chamber emptied, leaving only the echo of Lucifer’s low chuckle, Vladimyr’s simmering glare, and my wolf’s amusement buzzing under my skin. I told myself it was fine, that peace might linger for at least a day. But peace in this castle was never more than a fragile illusion. By morning, Vladimyr was gone from our bed, gone from me, pouring himself into the crumbling walls and wounded souls of the North. And that was how it began—the day I watched him unravel before my eyes…And it was simply because my dear mate just simply refused to remain idle.He strode through corridor after corridor, hands raised, crimson aura flowing like wildfire. Stone knit itself together under his will. Warding spel

Katie's POV It was rather odd.Vladimyr woke up, yes. He is surely perfectly fine, yes.. but there is something about him that’s odd.Or maybe it is just his bloodlust that keeps on oozing until now.I flushed, but I didn’t move from my spot on top of him.“Because I had to!” I hissed, still gripping his hand tightly. “You were about to blast off this bloodlust of yours! I could feel it, Vlad. You were bleeding magic. Until now!! That's what you get when you try to heal everyone when Lucifer just woke up!”He raised a brow, amused and only mildly apologetic. But behind that smirk—behind the usual teasing—there was something darker now. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.“I dreamt…” he murmured, the smile fading. “Of bone cages and wolves tearing through red snow.”My breath hitched. I brushed a damp strand of hair from his face. “Vlad—”“I wasn’t me,” he whispered. “I was watching. Through someone else’s eyes. Something… else’s.”Lucifer.It had to be him.I pulled back slightly, just

Katie's POV The second I realized he was gone, the ache inside me ignited into a fury that could’ve burned through stone.HOW DARE HE!?!I am honestly considering punching his face for this!‘Please don’t damage his handsome visage!’ Kath whimpered and I could only roll my eyes. Although she, too, is fuming at the audacity of our mate.I leapt off the bed, barefoot, hair a mess, heart pounding loud enough to crack ribs. Fenrir was already growling—low and guttural—his hackles raised and eyes blazing with primal light. My wolf’s presence clawed at the walls of my skull, wild and snarling.‘He left us.. again!’ she hissed. ‘He left us alone! That selfish, reckless, bone-headed bastard! Okay! Now I agree to punching his face!’I inwardly chuckled at her outburst. My teeth were gritted too tightly, and I knew if I opened my mouth now, I might scream so hard the whole castle would shake.I threw open the bedroom doors. With force and purpose.A gust of raw pheromones exploded into the hal

Vladimyr's POV The distance between us felt like a taut wire—one wrong move, and it would snap into bloodshed.Draven’s grip on the trembling human duchess was almost casual, but the faint pulse of compulsion in the air told me it wasn’t kindness that kept her still. The human’s knuckles were white where she clutched her skirts, and though her head stayed bowed, I caught the flicker of her eyes. Pleading.“Let her go,” I said. My voice was low, measured—each word a promise sharpened to a blade.“Who?” The damned bloke of a duke asked as he tightened his grip on his supposed to be ‘heart.’I glared. “Both of them. Especially my mate.” “Oh, I will,” Draven said, tilting his head in mock consideration. “But you’ll give me something in return.”His gaze slid over me, assessing, calculating. “That ancient treasure in the North.”My nails dug into my palms. “You’re a fool if you think I’ll hand you that.”‘You don't even know what or where it is.’ Lucifer laughed inside my head. I inwardl

Katie's POV The “black” wasn’t unconsciousness.It was instinct.Reflex.Before Draven’s fingers could close around me, I rolled hard to the left, boots catching on the torn edge of the tent floor. My hand was already at my belt. The familiar weight of my titanium whips slid into my grip with a comforting hiss.A snap of my wrist and the first coil lashed toward him, catching the faint light as it split the air. He stepped back, faster than I wanted, but I still caught the edge of his coat. The metal tips sparked against whatever enchantment he’d lined it with.He laughed—low and rich, like we were sparring instead of dancing on the knife’s edge of murder.“Ah. The little wolf bites back.”“Bite this,” I spat, spinning into a low crouch. My dagger came free from my boot and I launched it at his throat.The blade should’ve buried itself in flesh. Instead, it stopped mid-air, quivering as if an invisible hand had plucked it from its path. His eyes darkened further, like I’d just given