Todos os capítulos de The Omega He Claimed : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The severity of the onslaught rattles the packhouse like it's made of paper, forcing the walls around us to shudder. Panic growing within me, I clutch to Callum's arm as my breath freezes in my throat. I can feel the deep, awful rumbling of the earth beneath us vibrating in my bones. There's going to be something. Something powerful. A tremendous shatter reverberates down the passage, and then there's the definite sound of claws scuffing the floor. I whip my head toward the door, my heart hammering. Wolves. They're present. Callum snags my hand without thinking, his grasp solid and tight. He says, calmly but urgently, "We have to move." His eyes are filled with resolution rather than fear. His body is tense and prepared for whatever is going to break through, so he drags me toward the door. Wolves, their fur bristling with fury and their eyes blazing, leap through the door as it breaks open. For a time, the loudness overwhelms me and I freeze. The air is filled with growls and snar

Like a keen, merciless knife, Bennet's sentence cuts through the tension. Callum, tell her. Let her know who you truly are.I go cold. His implication-laden words stay in the air, and my heart speeds as I fight to understand what's going on. Callum hasn't revealed something that lies beneath the surface. In an effort to find answers, my look flickers between Bennet and Callum, but all I see is calculating coldness on Bennet's face and something much more worrisome on Callum's. "What is he discussing?" I ask in a shaky but forceful voice, my need for clarity overtaking me. At first, Callum avoids eye contact with me, his jaw tensing as though he's fighting an internal struggle. I can see his hands squeezing into fists at his sides, and his broad shoulders are tense. Something is being hidden by him. Something significant. And he is being torn apart by whatever it is. His voice is thick with feeling as he starts, "There are things I haven't told you, Aurora." My chest tightens with w

Aching beneath the weight of Callum's revelation, my heart tightens. I feel as if someone has hit me and taken the breath out of my lungs. As the truth strikes me more, my hands start to tremble and my chest feels constricted. He made a bargain—with them. He placed me in peril, well knowing of the possible implications. I glance at him, trying to find an explanation, anything that would justify this betrayal. "You struck a bargain with them?" The grief is so palpable and visceral that my voice quivers as I speak. "Callum, you put me in danger? How would you achieve that? I can feel the words ripping through the small shards of my confidence in him. I quickly shrink away from the guy I thought I knew as he makes a timid step toward me. His voice is full of anguish as he says, "I didn't know it would end like this." "Please, Aurora. You were never intended to be engaged in this. I never wanted to do you harm. His words linger, but they don't make the sorrow go away. Between my love

I remain still, divided between two worlds. I can still hear Greta's voice, her offer creeping like a wicked spell into my thoughts. I'm not sure which direction to go, and it kills my heart to twist. Callum is standing close by, his eyes beseeching me to choose him in spite of everything, his face etched with remorse. "Don't listen to her, Aurora." Callum has a frantic, unpolished voice. Although his words cut through the tension in the air, they don't actually assist to quiet the pandemonium inside of me. His lies still sting, and his treachery is still raw. How can I ever again trust him? Is it possible for me to look at him the same way? EhinBut, Greta the situation is only made worse by her presence. Her lips curl into a satisfied grin as she takes a bold stride forward. "He has misled you, Aurora. He has consistently placed you at jeopardy. For what purpose? For his own self-interest. It seems like she's giving me a lifeline I didn't know I needed because of how smooth and ent

Victor’s voice slashes through the silence, icy and ruthless, and I feel as though every nerve in my body is electrified by his words. I stand rooted, heart hammering so ferociously I fear it might burst. His tone is chilly, his visage an unreadable mask of evil satisfaction. “What are you talking about? What do you know about my past?” I demand, my voice quivering despite my efforts to remain composed. Each sentence trembles with equal parts fear and defiance, as if I’m pleading for answers I’ve yearned for and dreaded in equal measure. Victor strides forward cautiously, each calculated stride amplifying the strain that rises between us. His eyes cold, uncompromising, and curiously calculating lock onto mine, and I feel as if he’s staring deep into the depths of my soul. “Your bloodline isn’t as simple as you think,” he murmurs, his voice silky and laced with venom. “There’s a reason everyone wants you, Aurora. Your part of something much bigger than you can imagine.” His words re