The Alpha's Plus Size Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Damian Thorne.Sleep evaded me that night. The tent felt like a coffin with cold smoke dancing in it, heavy with silence, heavier as Oliver's words still ring in my skull. "Stay away from my mate. My Luna." He had said.I clenched my teeth, jaw tightening harder.He'd spoken like Amelia was already his possession. I scoffed at the audacity of that brat.My fists clenched, nails dragging lines into my palms. If he thought I'd stay back and watch him have her, or break her piece by piece like he always did, then he must be dreaming. I left my tent when the moon rose high, the silver glow spilling over the tent. I needed air amidst the cold, but mostly, I needed a plan.My eyes fell on Amelia again. She was fast asleep. I ran my fingers over her hair which fell further on her back. I couldn't help but admire how harmless she looked. How peaceful, and above all, how she was carrying what I've always wanted all my life, her powers.I was going to take her far away from Oliver and the enti

Damian Thorne. With time, the celebration reached its peak, the whole palace trembling with life. Laughter echoed, loud music rose above the chatter, and the dancers made every step look like worship to the great Xavier. Servants filled goblets with wine, trays of meat passed from table to table, and the scent of roasted lamb and herbs wrapped the place in heavy delight.Then the moment came. One after the other, alphas and their lunas stood to present gifts to the great Xavier. Jewels, finely crafted swords, embroidered robes, all placed at his feet as tokens of respect.I stayed low, my eyes scanning through the crowd. Sane was across the hall, seated close to Oliver, but her eyes never left me. Sharp. Demanding. I could literally feel her asking where Amelia was. Her gaze pressed like a blade against my throat. I ignored it, clenching the herbs tighter in my palm, waiting for the right moment.Then Oliver rose, and I hate to admit that he was still. As the Alpha’s son, he stood be

Amelia My bed lamp glowed, casting patterns on the luxurious cotton in my room.The quietness was eerie. Smokes smelt at every corner of the room. It still smelled even after I fixed deodorants. Damian said something got burnt in my room while I was in his, and I was yet to know what it might be.I believed him, even though I couldn't tell what it was.After I got back from Damian's room later that night, I laid on my bed. My mind was racing. Filled with all Damian said about Oliver wanting to sell me.Cold rushed through my veins each time I thought of it.That was a man that made me his Luna, yet, he didn't fail to show his cruelty to me.I decided to shut my eyes, even though my mind raced horribly. I was so tired with everything that had happened today, and my body was begging for rest.Just when I felt I could catch some sleep, the door knob opened."Who is..."I flinched in reflex, almost jerking off the bed.And there he was, standing at the edge of the room, with the widest

Everything that followed happened so fast.I found my hands bound immediately. The guards had brushed past my shoulders, their cold palms descending on my skin before I could say jack. Piercing eyes were on me, coupled with tension that grew in the atmosphere. The air was so thick that I feared it would cut my breath. Oliver's gaze was deadly. He'd stared at me, attempting to devour me with those eyes before he turned to face his father.By then two people had walked in, with a stretcher to wheel the great Xavier. And then I was taken out.I found myself in a cold dark room.It didn't look like the room had seen air for the past decade. Horrible stench settled on my nose, making it difficult to breathe properly. I buried my face in my hands as the thoughts of everything ran on my head.Someone obviously set me up. And it was not looking good.The diviners were there, together with the cabinet members. It wasn't looking good in any way. I had never seen such a stone in my entire

Amelia Five years later."One more round and you win."Lily said, her chest breathing heavily. She moved to her bags on the floor and pulled out a bottle of water, gulping on it as I was already doing mine while sweats dripped down our skin."Beat me if you can." She said,I chuckled, "you know I will win. I learnt from the best." I replied."That's why you have to prove yourself. Show me all you've got."She boasted, making a bulge in her biceps, and we both laughed. My best friend, Lily, never believed that I could beat her in the game of table tennis, and I was about to prove her wrong.We both picked up our bat, then matched back to the board. Eyes fighting the invisible battle even before our bat touched the tennis.We were both dressed in our sports wear. Shorts and a T-shirt.Hands wrapped in gloves.Lily and I have been best friends for the past four years. Looking back, I was grateful that our path crossed. She had been a sister I never had.We met in business school I enro