All Chapters of The Omega’s Rise: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Davina’s POVIt started small. So small, I almost thought I was imagining it.The first time, it was my training gear. I had folded it neatly after washing it, placed it on my bed, and somehow, i couldn't find it. I turned my room upside down looking for it, my heart was beating against my ribs.“Where is my gear? Did it grow legs and walk out of this room?”Maybe I misplaced it, I told myself. Maybe I was just tired and didn't know where I dropped it. Maybe. I just didn't want to stress my head too much.I ended up borrowing an old set from the pack house supplies, feeling out of place when I showed up at training in baggy, worn-out clothes. Some of the she-wolves snickered behind their hands. I caught the sound. I caught the looks but I told myself it was in my head. So, I didn't respond or even feel bad.But then the next day came…And the next. My things mysteriously started disappearing. My boots that I kept by my doorpost, which were filled with mud, vanished into thin air. My w

Davina’s POVI woke up with a plan.If they hated me because they thought I was some arrogant or unworthy omega, maybe I could prove them wrong. Because, if it's about Alpha Eris, I am not even interested in him. They can have him and Luna's position. I don't care.So, I thought if I worked harder, smiled more, showed them I wasn’t a threat, they’d leave me alone.Or maybe they’d even accept me.Maybe.I spent the morning in the kitchen, helping the maids prepare breakfast. I scrubbed pots until my fingers ached, fetching things before they were even asked for. When some of the warriors came in laughing and joking, I made sure to offer them extra portions, smiling brightly even when my cheeks hurt.“Thanks, Davina,” one of the younger boys said, grinning shyly.It warmed me. Maybe this would work. I was happy.Later, I volunteered to help clean the training grounds. The mud was thick, the work disgusting, but I threw myself into it. By the time I was done, I was drenched in sweat and

Davina’s POVThe night was covered with mist when I went outside. I couldn't see well. “I hope I don't get attacked,” I muttered.My heart hammered against my ribs, every walk I took further from the packhouse felt like a rebellion. This was my stepping stone. Although I had been training, this time felt different. It was something I was going to do for myself while the other felt like something I was doing for Alpha.I didn’t even glance back. I couldn’t afford to be discouraged.If they saw me out here… if Eleanor saw me…No. I shoved the thought away.This was for me.I jogged through the trees, the damp earth was too soft under my boots. Branches scratched at my arms, but I barely felt it.My blood was boiling too hot for pain.Once I was deep enough that the lights of the packhouse were just too far away, I stopped. And took a deep breath.I began to look around. To be honest I was very scared. I hadn't been out here on my own let alone by this time of the night.“Moon goddess, p

Alpha Eris’s POVI saw the look Eleanor gave Davina from across the field. It made my blood boil. But I didn't let Davina know that I saw it.I knew it wasn’t just anger, it was pure, unfiltered hatred.I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to keep my face neutral for Davina’s sake. She didn’t deserve this. I don't even know how to handle it.And the worst part? It was my fault.If I hadn’t hesitated for so long… If I hadn’t kept Davina at arm’s length, trying to “protect” her from the pack’s politics…and then the moon goddess paired us up. Maybe we wouldn’t be standing here like this. Maybe she wouldn’t be a target.But now…it was too late to stay detached.Because somewhere between watching her fight through her injuries, and seeing her smile shyly when I handed her stupid little gifts, I realized the truth.I didn’t just care about Davina. I was already falling for her. And nothing…nothing was going to stop me from protecting her now. My mate.I turned back to her, forcing a

Chains of the Moon Davina's POV Iron. That bitter, metallic taste flooded my mouth first the telltale sign of silver poisoning. My tongue felt swollen, my gums tender where I must have bitten them during the convulsions. The air reeked of damp stone and the sharp tang of wolfsbane, so potent it burned my nostrils with every ragged breath. I groaned as consciousness returned, the sound echoing off the cold dungeon walls. Something hard and unyielding pressed against my cheek roughhewn stone, icy against my fevErich skin. My arms were wrenched behind me, the position making my shoulders scream in protest. When I tried to move, chains rattled like mocking laughter. Silverlined iron cuffs bit into my wrists, the metal searing my flesh where I'd struggled against them. The stench of my own burned skin turned my stomach. I could feel crusted blood on my arms, tacky where it had dried and fresh where my movements reopened wounds. "Finally decided to join us, monster?" The voic