Todos os capítulos de The Omega's True Mate : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

I sat on the ground in silence, staring at the man's outstretched bloodied hands. I didn't know know what to say as my mind still struggled to process all that I had just witnessed.The chase, being close to death, the blur, and now this stranger standing before me, offering his hands as though we were close friends-I just didn't know how to react to it all. The smile on the man's face remained, widening as he withdrew his hands back. His strange expression seemed out of place, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked chaos before me, but still, I couldn't deny the fact that I felt some kind of... safety in his presence. "You're not good with strangers, I see," the man said as he unsheathed a bloodied sword from his side that I had not seen in his hands before. Part of the blade that was not covered in blood gleamed in the sunlight as he wiped it with a small rag. "And you seem to be the quiet type too." "I'm... I'm sorry," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. My gaze flickered from

I sat up on my bed after hearing light knock on the door. Adjusting my duvet over myself and patting down my dishevelled hair, I called for the person outside to come in. The door creaked open slowly and in walked a young maidservant. She had a small tray on her hands with a cloche on top. I presumed she was bringing me my breakfast. "Good morning, miss," she greeted with a small smile as she closed the door slowly with her foot. "How do you see your room?""It's... good," I answered with a small sigh as I relaxed my back against my beds headboard. I watched as she walked over to my bedside table and placed the tray on it. Turing to me, she smiled warmly and said, "it's good to hear that, miss." "Thank you," I replied to her softly, returning her smile with a faint one of my own. "But... I prefer you call me by my name and not... Miss." She stared at me for a few moments, a somewhat blank expression on her face. It didn't take too long for me to realize that she was waiting for me

Alexander listened attentively to me as I began my story. His expression and demeanor remained the same throughout-curious filled. I narrated to him how I was sold by my father to Alaric for the sake of his kingdom and how I had been treated nicely at first in Alaric's mansion only to have my heartbroken when my own cousin was revealed to be his Luna. I told him about my journey through the forest and how many times I avoided death by rogues. I revealed everything to him-all except my pregnancy. Alexander relaxed in his seat after I had finished telling my story. His eyes remained fixated on me, his expression now stoic. I held tight the wine glass in my trembling hands as I tried to read the thoughts behind his new demeanor. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry about what happened to you," he said with a voice so calm that it managed to relaxed my nerves. "What your father did... it's unacceptable and all that you went through in Alaric's hand..." he paused,

The sharp blade pressed against my neck and I felt it's tip begin to tear through my skin. A stinging pain hit me and I winced as I felt a warm liquid rolling down from my neck into my dress. My breaths heightened even as I tried not to panic. Different thoughts raced wildly through my head as I tried to figure out who the man behind me was and how I was so easily led into his trap. "Don't make a single noise," the man behind me said as his grip around my waist tightened. "We don't want anyone looking for you now, do we?" I swallowed hard as the man slowly began to lead me further away from the party. I made to turn my head but then he pressed the knife harder against my neck and I froze. Suddenly, a thought hit me. Where was the little boy? I glanced down without moving my neck and saw that the hands that had clasped mine were now gone. There was no trace of the little boy anywhere. It was like he had disappeared into thin air. "Looking for the little boy, eh?" my captor whispe

I sat on a small bench outside the meeting room, listening to the soft mutters inside. Alexander and the pack elders were having another meeting and I could tell that they were discussing about me. Occasionally, I caught whispers of my name but I could t grab much to piece together what I was doing in their conversation. After what felt like hours, the mutters finally stopped, signalling the end of the meeting. I heard the shuffle of footsteps begin to approach the door and I quickly composed myself. One by one, the elders walked out of the meeting room, their eyes glancing in my direction before they walked away. The last elder finally walked out of the room and I immediately rose from my seat and entered. Alexander sat on a large throne at the far end, his eyes scanning a scroll in his hands. His brows furrowed as he read through the content, and I could tell that whatever it was, it seemed far more serious than the question I had to ask him. I concluded on asking him later and