Semua Bab Return of The Rejected Omega : Bab 121 - Bab 130

His quarters were in the west wing of the pack house, Alpha suite that had been his father's before succession and would eventually pass to next Blood Moon leader after him. Unlike my deliberately minimal living space, his reflected years of accumulated life—books lining shelves, maps covering portion of wall, photographs in simple frames showing family and pack members through different eras and occasions. Not lavish but lived-in, personal history displayed without ostentation or deliberate exhibition.I'd been here before during our "exploration" nights, but always with specific purpose and focused intention, never with attention to spare for surroundings or significance. Now, with fifteen minutes of simple meal sharing ahead, I noticed details previously overlooked—the well-worn leather chair clearly favored for reading, the stack of historical texts on side table with notations written in his precise handwriting, the blade collection mounted respectfully near window where light wo

His mouth found the pulse point at my throat, tongue flicking against silver lines that traced along major blood vessels. I gasped, knees going weak at the sensation—part physical response, part supernatural connection, part emotional recognition that this was Silas touching me not because he had to but because he wanted to."Bedroom," I managed, before I lost the ability to form coherent words.He lifted his head, eyes dark with want and something deeper I wasn't ready to name. "You sure?"Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom, silver sparking where our skin touched. Behind us, I heard his sharp intake of breath as the connection hit him too—shared sensation amplified by proximity and emotional state, boundary between his awareness and mine blurring until I wasn't sure whose desire was whose.In the bedroom, moonlight streamed through windows I'd forgotten to cover, casting everything in silver relief that made the lines on my skin seem to glow. S

The smell of coffee and bacon hit me before Silas even knocked. I was still wrapped in the sheet, hair probably looking like I'd been electrocuted, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My body felt... different. Loose and satisfied in ways I'd forgotten were possible. The silver lines under my skin hummed with contentment, like they were purring. "Come in," I called, and tried not to think about how domestic this felt. How right. Silas entered carrying a tray that looked like something from a fancy hotel—actual plates instead of pack house cafeteria trays, cloth napkins, even a small vase with wildflowers he must have grabbed from somewhere. The sight of him being thoughtful made something warm and uncomfortable twist in my chest. "You didn't have to get fancy," I said, but I was smiling. "Maybe I wanted to." He set the tray on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could feel his warmth through the sheet. "Besides, when's the last time someone brough

The thing about being in love is that it makes you stupid.Not the good kind of stupid where you do sweet things like bring breakfast in bed or remember someone's favorite coffee order. The dangerous kind where you start thinking about someone else's safety before your own, where their pain becomes your pain, where the thought of losing them makes you do reckless shit that would make your past self want to slap you.Case in point: I was standing in a medical wing under lockdown, surrounded by armed security and blast doors, holding a telepathic baby while explosions rocked the building. The smart play would be to stay put, let Silas and the security teams handle the augments, keep Adam safe behind multiple layers of protection.Instead, I was thinking about Silas out there, facing down military-grade assholes who wanted to carve up everything I cared about for spare parts. The bond between us hummed with his determination and barely controlled rage, but underneath that was something t

Movement in the corridor caught my attention. The augments were regrouping, probably preparing for another assault. But something was different—I could hear other voices now, human voices, speaking in tactical shorthand that suggested reinforcements had arrived.Not reinforcements for us. Reinforcements for them."Shit," I breathed, watching shadows move in the smoky hallway. "There are more of them.""How many more?" Ruth asked from her position behind the overturned desk."Too many."The truth was, numbers didn't matter at this point. We were trapped in a room with one exit, limited ammunition, and a telepathic baby who'd just learned to use his abilities. Even if I could take down every augment in the building, more would come. Carter had resources we'd only begun to understand, and he wanted what we represented badly enough to launch a full military assault to get it.Which meant our only real option was making sure he couldn't have us."Angela," I said quietly. "Can you run?""Wh