The Omega’s Rise のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 76

The Poisoned Thread (Davina's POV) The scent of moonflowers woke me, thick and cloying, the way they'd smelled the night my father died. I bolted upright, the amulet flaring beneath my skin. The twins' bedrolls lay empty, their indentations still warm. A single black rose rested where Lia's head should have been, its petals glistening with something thicker than dew. Genevieve's calling card. Eric crashed into the tent, his scars blazing. "The western perimeter's breached. Three guards dead, their eyes melted from the inside." His gaze dropped to the rose. The veins in his neck stood rigid as stone. "She took them through the shadow paths." The world tilted. My claws tore through the bedroll as a memory I didn't know I possessed surged forward, Flashback: Eight Years Ago Father knelt in his study, the wooden flute I'd carved for him pressed to bloodied lips. Moonlight through the stained glass painted his ashen face in fractured colors. "Run, little wolf," he rasped.

The Weight of a Daughter and Mother (Davina’s POV) The scent of crushed juniper and old blood clung to the air as I stepped into the Lumen Great Hall. The place still smelled like him, like pine and steel and something deeper, something that used to make my wolf stir even when I didn’t have one. Now, the scent just made my chest ache. The hall was packed. Warriors lined the walls, their postures stiff, eyes flicking between me and the dais where Malcolm stood. His Beta, Rylan, hovered at his shoulder like a shadow, face unreadable. I hadn’t come here for a fight. But the moment my boots hit the polished oak floor, every muscle in my body coiled tight, ready for one. Eric’s hand brushed my lower back, just once, just enough to remind me I wasn’t alone. His scars pulsed faintly under his tunic, reacting to the tension in the room. Malcolm’s gaze locked onto mine. His blue eyes were bloodshot, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. The wound on his side, the one from Ge

Crown of Thorns and Silver (Davina’s POV) The great hall smelled of melted wax and crushed rosemary, the scent so thick it coated my tongue. Hundreds of candles lined the stone walls, their flickering light catching on the silver threads woven through my gown, a Lumen tradition. The clawshaped pauldrons strapped to my shoulders were pure Silverblood steel. I stood barefoot on the sacred furs, the coarse pelts tickling my toes. The last time I’d been in this hall, I was twelve years old, hiding under a banquet table while Genevieve told the court how my wolfless blood would ruin their precious Alpha’s line. Now Malcolm knelt before me, his golden head bowed, the ceremonial dagger trembling in his outstretched hands. "Speak the vow," Elder Kael intoned from the shadows. Malcolm’s voice was raw. "My life for yours. My pack for yours. My breath for yours." His blue eyes lifted, bright with unshed tears. "Until the moon swallows the sun." The words echoed through the silent h