บททั้งหมดของ The Weak Omega's Redemption: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

My sole warning was the slight creak of the door handle. I looked around the room for somewhere to hide, and my heart skipped a beat. Panic tugged at my throat, demanding that I think and move more quickly. With its heavy black drapes swinging gently in the breeze from the open window, the towering bed towered above me. I immediately fell to the ground and slithered under it, squeezing myself up against the farthest edge as the door opened. In the tight hush, the sound of boots scraping against the wooden floor was deafening. My chest heaved from the effort of maintaining silence, so I clamped a palm over my mouth to keep my breathing quiet. I could see the polished tips of the boots from where I was under the bed, and I knew they were Oliver's. Even though we couldn't see him completely, his powerful presence filled the room. "Where is it?" His voice cut through the silence, low and harsh. Lighter but deliberate, a second pair of footsteps stepped into the room. Lucas. "Alp

As I left Anna and Maia, I didn't turn around. The beat of my boots hitting the stone floor echoed the jumble in my mind. The questions that circled like vultures made every step feel heavier. Shall I tell Oliver? The thought would not go away. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. The right thing to do would be to report what I’d seen. Anna sneaking into Oliver’s room, her strange behavior, the signs that she was hiding something. The truth, however, was sour. She would be condemned if she told Oliver. The corridor stretched endlessly, dim torches flickering along the walls, casting shadows that danced like mocking shadows. I arrived at my quarters and slammed the door. Only a bed and a desk occupied the tiny space, but it was mine, a refuge from the ongoing stress of this pack. My breathing was heavy as I leaned against the door. I looked at the relic on the desk, its surface dead and drab. "What are you holding out on?" I mumbled as I picked it up and cros

"Why does she always have to make things so difficult?" As I glanced at the closed door, I said, my voice disturbing the room's silence. Anna's words lingered in the air like an unshakeable accusation, and I could still hear the echo of her footsteps disappearing into the distance.Breathing became difficult due to the constriction in my chest. Her anger was justified, her pain apparent. I was the one who did it. I was to blame for Leo's death. My fault she was bearing the weight of a crime she had no part in. However, the situation was more complex in reality. I had a clear mission. Yet, for the first time, I wasn’t sure I could see it through.I exhaled deeply, turned, and sank into the tableside chair. The relic, a tiny, worn artifact that had served as my constant guide ever since I embarked on this damned journey, was sitting in front of me. It was a source of annoyance now. I lifted it and rubbed the engravings with my fingertips. Why are you refusing to work? My voice tremble

As though mocking my hesitancy, the item rested in the middle of the table, its surface lifeless and unforgiving. It had been days since the forest, when I stood motionless in the dark, watching Anna sob in the moonlight. I hadn't said anything to anyone. How could I? The weight of my realization dominated every thought and every breath.Anna.She had been identified by the artifact. Not a lurking opponent, not a rogue. She.Both then and now, I was unsure of what to do.I kept walking around my room, feeling as though the walls were getting smaller with every step. The gang continued as if nothing had happened outside. A harsh reminder of the normalcy I had lost was the faint echo of their laughter coming through my window.Frustrated, my hands reached for my hair and began tugging. In my mind, I could still picture her face, smeared with tears. She posed no danger. She was unable to be.The relic, however, was truthful.I had found Anna thanks to the relic. To her dismay, to her suf

During the day, the pack would congregate in the busy courtyard to train, converse, or just take a respite from their duties. It was a haven for most. It was a minefield for me.My hands were raw from the cold water after I had just finished cleaning the Alpha's house steps. I pulled the hefty stone bucket over to the water barrels to fill it up. My shoulders hurt, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas.Why did I feel this way? It was disturbing how my heart beat every time I thought of him, and how strangely warm I felt within. Even though I knew deep down that I should avoid him, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.The chatter from the courtyard became more noticeable as I filled the bucket with water. I chose to ignore it and focus on the water’s ripples instead. I was grounded by the chilly splash against my hands, which served as a reminder to keep my head down, finish my tasks, and live to see another day.Then, like a blade, her voice cut through the din.“This