Semua Bab Mated To The Rejected Omega : Bab 171 - Bab 180

Lucas’s povI gripped the worn leather of the book tighter as I hurried across the training grounds. The Full Moon pack house loomed in the distance, a welcome sight after my run through the dense woods. My heart pounded, a mixture of hope and anxiety churning in my gut. This book, this fragile collection of ancient knowledge I’d found in the old woman’s cabin, could be the key to everything.I passed the bustling pack house and headed straight for the medical center, a small building on the edge of the village. The air inside smelled of herbs and antiseptic, a stark contrast to the earthy scent of the forest. I found Edgar, our oldest and most respected healer, hunched over a mortar and pestle, grinding something that smells vaguely of lavender.“Edgar,” I said, my voice rough from disuse.He looked up, his wrinkled face crinkling into a smile. “Lucas. You need treatment. I should get my assistant.”“It’s not important. I need you to look at something.” I said instead.“And what’s th

Third person povEdgar carefully tilted Elena's head back. His movements were precise, honed by years of experience. He gently pried her mouth open, the action delicate despite the urgency that permeated the room. A shimmering, transparent liquid flowed from the cup into her unresisting throat. The resurrection potion, a concoction of rare herbs and forgotten magic, was their last hope.He straightened, a weariness etched on his face. He turned to Oliver and Lucas, their faces pale with grief and worry. "I have done all I can," he said, his voice raspy. "The potion is powerful, but it is Elena who must fight now. She must choose to return." He offered a small, sad smile. "I will leave you with her."The healer shuffled out of the room, leaving Oliver and Lucas to their wait. The weight of the moment settled heavily upon them. The perspective shifted, the darkness giving way to a strange, ethereal light.Elena found herself standing in a vast, open space. To her left stood a group of e

Elena’s povI lay back down on the bed with a loud sigh, the mattress groaning in protest. Finally, I'd finally managed to convince Oliver and Lucas to go get themselves properly checked out by a healer. They were both stubborn as ever, more concerned with my well-being than their own bumps and bruises. Honestly, seeing them so frantic just made me feel worse. Guilt, that familiar monster, clawed at my insides.Looking around the room, a wave of relief washed over me. Lucas, Oliver, even Chloe, were all going to be okay. I felt so bad for putting them all in danger.My mind drifted back to the battle, to the moment before everything went sideways. Before Reed nearly erased them all from existence. Before… I closed my eyes, trying to block out the images, but they surged forward relentlessly.(FLASHBACK)Jax and I arrived at the edge of the clearing, the air thick with the smell of ozone and burnt earth. The sounds of the fight, the snarls of werewolves and the crackle of Reed's magic,

Third person povThe safe house was a bubble of innocence amidst the chaos that had gripped and settled in the Full Moon pack. Inside, Sam and Nate lived a simple life, their days filled with games and the comforting rhythm of shared meals. Beauty usually brought their food, but lately, a pack helper had taken over. It made the children question where Beauty was and what was going on.Sam found herself responsible for young Nate, Lucas’s baby brother. Nate, a ball of energy with a contagious giggle, clung to her like a glue. Sam, in turn, felt fiercely protective of the boy.She didn’t let any of the guards talk to him or touch him because of his brother’s influence. Nate was also shy so he found solace in Sam’s protection.One of Sam's favorite pastimes was telling Nate stories. She'd weave tales of fantastical creatures and daring adventures, but lately, her stories had centered on a particular treat: the hot buns sold at the village market. She described their steamy warmth, the sw

Elena’s povI sat on the edge of the bed in my room, the one I shared with Oliver. The air felt light in the room. Lucas, Oliver and I talked about anything and everything from the sick members to the pack’s welfare. I still felt weak, but I was alive, thanks to the resurrection spell Lucas found and Oliver risking his life and staying by me.“I’m glad everyone is safe now. That sickness scared me.” Lucas joked. I had heard about the strange illness that consumed the villagers. A sickness that got everyone on their toes and how Oliver figured out it was from bewitched cups which were also the same conveniently found in Reed’s cabin.Hearing about how Oliver used his own Moon Chain to bless the water and the sick villagers drank that healed them. Part of me was grateful that I wasn’t around during that period because I would’ve felt so useless not being able to help out.At that point I realized that everything probably worked out well. Although in a twisted way but it all worked out.