บททั้งหมดของ Unwanted Omega: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Katie's POV The battlefield was a wreck—blood-slick ground, splintered stone, smoke curling from half-burnt banners. My pulse still hadn’t slowed from Draven’s last taunt, but the air was finally—mercifully—free of his presence. Vladimyr’s shadowed aura was pulling back, the glyphs across his skin dimming, though his grip on my arm hadn’t loosened.We were still standing in that tense quiet when a shimmer tore the air in front of us—light bending, distorting, before snapping back into place.Two figures stepped out of it like they’d just walked through a doorway instead of a tear in reality.And of course it is Tori and Rori.They both froze when they took in the scene—Vlad’s jaw bloodied, my shirt slashed and stained, Fenrir clutching his side, Sebastian’s shoulder hanging at an awkward angle.Victoria’s eyes—sharp amber, brighter than the fire licking at the edges of her aura—landed on Fenrir first. But when her gaze swept to Sebastian, she stopped cold. The air between us seemed t

Katie's POVDraven’s laughter lingered in the air long after the sound faded, like poison still clinging to the lungs. Every instinct in me screamed to run, to pull Vlad back from the way his shadows surged toward the tear—but I knew better. He wouldn’t retreat.Not with Draven here. Not with the threads still pulsing faintly around us like veins feeding into something larger. And now it is becoming more and more visible to our naked eye.The void shimmered behind Draven’s shoulders, deep and endless, an ocean of nothing. The edges of it bled smoke and fire—Celeste’s fire, that cruel, cold flame that burned without warmth.“She’s clever,” Draven purred, as if reading my thoughts. “You should’ve seen how beautifully she fractured this place. A thousand little cracks, and all I had to do was… hmm, widen them.” And then the asshole had the gall to wink!Vlad’s dark red shadows spiked, but his voice was iron. “Where is he?”Draven tilted his head, feigning confusion. “Who?”“The King.” V

Katie's POV“No!” My scream tore free before I could hold it. My feet carried me forward, I don’t how or when but I walked towards him, stumbling over shattered stone, until I was clutching at my mate, clawing at his chest. “You can’t! There has to be another way—there has to—”His hand closed over mine, cold and firm. “Katie..”Tears blurred my vision. My wolf whimpered inside, Kath pressing desperately against me, begging, pleading. ‘Don’t let him go. Don’t. He’s mate. He’s everything.’I clung harder, shaking my head so violently my braid whipped. “I won’t let you! I won’t—”And then he did something that broke me completely.He smiled. Softly. The way he only ever smiled at me. No one else.In the middle of fire and shadows, death and collapse, he leaned his forehead against mine and whispered, “You are the Lady of the North. My North. My only North.”“No—please, Vlad—” My sob strangled me, my fingers curling into his coat. I have this eerie feeling that he is about to do somethin

Katie's POV The smoke is still curling upward in fractured streams as though reluctant to leave. My knees pressed against the broken stone, and though silence had claimed the field, my chest still thundered with the echoes of screams I couldn’t name.The King of the Central Regions stirred at last, groaning as the last remnants of the manipulation glyphs cracked and disintegrated across his skin. His chest rose and fell raggedly, and when his eyes opened, horror swept across his features. He looked at his hands as if they were caked in blood he could never wash away.“I… what have I done?” His voice rasped, low and broken. He tried to rise but stumbled, clutching at his chest. The weight of what he had been forced to become pressed heavily in the air between us. Then his gaze lifted—straight to me.He knelt, battered though he was, lowering himself until his forehead nearly touched the earth. “Lady Katie of the North,” he said hoarsely. “I swear to you my loyalty, and to the legacy of

Katie's POVThe days blurred into one another, duties tethering me to the stone walls of the castle like chains. Meetings, reports, blessings, judgments—always with my chin high, my tone steady, my mask flawless. My people needed their Lady whole, unwavering.But when the torches dimmed and the corridors hushed, the mask grew heavy, suffocating. My soul clawed at the silence, desperate for air.This morning, it was Tori who noticed.She came into our chambers without knocking, as only she and Rori dared to. The fire hadn’t been stoked yet, and the cold gnawed at my bones even as Kath’s furs swaddled me.“Katiee,” she said carefully, her dark hair braided back, cheeks flushed from the climb. But her eyes—always sharp, always seeing—pierced deeper than I wanted.I forced my lips into the practiced curve of composure. “Tori. What news?”She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she walked to the window, pushed the shutters wider, letting in a flood of white daylight. Snow glittered endlessl