Lahat ng Kabanata ng Omega and Alpha Triplets: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The wind howled through the ruins of the Order’s stronghold, carrying with it the acrid scent of burned stone, ash, and old magic. The fortress that had once stood as an unshakable pillar of power and secrecy now lay in shattered remnants around them.Nicola tightened her grip on the relic in her hands - a cold, jagged stone inscribed with symbols she could barely comprehend. It was heavier than it looked, as if something unseen weighed it down.Something ancient.Something alive.Dean, Dylan, and Damien stood nearby, their faces reflecting the same grim realization. This wasn’t just another artifact. This was something far more dangerous.The triplets had seen their fair share of powerful objects, but this one… this one had a presence.Nicola exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the cold night air. "We need to know what this really is."Dean frowned. "I thought that’s what we were here for."Nicola turned to where the survivor from the Order lay, barely breathing. "Not guesses. Not

The scent of antiseptic and herbs hung thick in the air as Nicola stepped into the pack infirmary the next morning. The soft morning light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the white walls. It was a stark contrast to the smoldering ruins they had left behind just hours ago.She had barely slept. None of them had a good rest.The triplets flanked her as she moved toward the bed where the surviving Order member lay. He had been unconscious most of the time since they pulled him from the rubble, his body weak from the collapse and blood loss.Now, though, his eyes were open.Sunken, wary, but aware.Nicola’s stomach tightened. They needed answers. And they needed them now.The healer stood beside the bed, adjusting the man’s bandages. “He’s stable,” she informed them. “But he’s weak. Don’t push him too hard.”Nicola gave a stiff nod. “We don’t have time to wait.”The healer exhaled but didn’t argue, stepping back to let them speak.The man’s gaze flickered to Nico

Nicola’s breath was still coming in uneven gasps, her skin burning from their touch, but her body wasn’t nearly satisfied. Not yet. The air between them was thick, charged, and her pulse thrummed with anticipation as she lay beneath them, completely bare, completely theirs.Dean’s golden eyes locked onto hers, molten and possessive. He traced a single finger down her spine, his touch featherlight, yet it sent shivers cascading through her body.“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of control and dark promise. “Is it from pleasure… or from the thought of what we’re going to do to you next?”Nicola swallowed hard, but she didn’t look away. “Maybe both.”A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “Good answer.”Dylan leaned in, his hands gripping her thighs as he dragged her back toward him with delicious ease. His strength, his control - it always left her breathless. He pressed a heated kiss just above her knee, his lips lingering as he murmured against her skin, “Then let’s

Nicola's POV Nicola’s pulse was still hammering in her ears, her breath uneven as Elias’ words settled over her like a suffocating weight.To the place where you were born.The implications clawed at the edges of her mind, demanding attention she wasn’t ready to give. She had never known her true birthplace.“You’re wrong,” she muttered, shaking her head. “I was raised in the Pack. I was made there, in the Order ground .”Elias exhaled slowly, his ancient eyes watching her with quiet patience. “You were forged there, child, but you were not born there.”A chill ran down her spine, despite the warmth of the night.Elias took a step closer, his presence a looming force even in stillness. “You feel it, don’t you?” His voice was softer now, less of a command and more of an invitation. “Something is calling to you.”Nicola clenched her jaw. He wasn’t wrong.Ever since the talk of the ritual had begun, she had felt it - that gnawing pull in her gut, a whisper in the depths of her mind that

They walked out of the rocks formations. Nicola followed Elias through the dense, mist-shrouded forest, the ancient trees towering above them like silent sentinels. The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and moss, a strange stillness settling over the world around them. Every step she took felt heavier, as if unseen forces in the ground beneath her feet were pulling her deeper into something far older than she could comprehend.Elias moved with an ease that unsettled her, his steps sure and unhurried. The glow of the moon barely touched his silver-streaked hair, and his golden eyes shimmered in the darkness like a predator perfectly at home in the shadows."Where are we going?" Nicola finally asked, breaking the silence."You'll see soon enough," Elias said, his voice calm but firm. "This is not just a place. It is… a memory of something long forgotten. A part of your story waiting to be reclaimed."Nicola frowned but kept walking. The air around them grew heavier, tinge