Semua Bab My Brute Alpha (The Alpha and His Omega #1): Bab 41 - Bab 50

CHAPTER FORTY ONE**Lyrien feels something isn't right the moment he rode into his village. A full, desolate feeling suffocates his chest and a clawing sensation of loss that he cannot describe. A terrible feeling pools in his stomach. Lyrien rushes inside the hut that his mate is meant to be resting in."Rene!" He growls out the name, but there is no use; the emptiness of the room greets his gaze. His mate isn't there. Rene is gone!Lyrien whips around, fury reflecting in his eyes. He disobeyed him!His little mate ran off as soon as he left!Lyrien feels a dreadful gut clenching sensation, Just how long has Rene been planning this escape?Since the beginning?He has been a fool to let his guard down and trust Rene!Lyrien's narrow gaze ignites like heated coal, shrouding with suspicion as he spots the fur coat on the floor of their hut.His lips twist in realization when he sees the shattered cup. . . The basin of water that has been knocked off. All signs of a struggle. The

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE * * It is naturally impossible to dissolve a mate's bond. . . Javier is bluffing, Rene knows it. "I currently have this trial going on; if it's successful, Rene, even an omega can become stronger, surely not like an Alpha, but there will suddenly be an improvement. I'm thinking that this may also work with weakening your bond, so even if Lyrien gets hurt, you will be fine." A sick feeling twists in Rene's stomach, his mind racing with the implication of Javier's words. Those omegas trapped outside. . . "You're using them for trials? They are people, not animals! How can you do this?" Rene demands, his voice trembling from anger. Those young males are separated from their clans, and most of them even look underaged; they can be no more than fifteen or sixteen winters at most. Javier's unbothered expression doesn't change, "Most of our warriors are dead, If I'm going to defeat the Dahomes, I need to build up an army quickly. . . " Javier halts, seeing Ren

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE * * The distant feminine scream snaps Rene's gaze open. His eyes land on the crusty ceilings; the cry just now sounds like Kyra's voice. His body is still tensed from the emotions he has been forced to suppress. Javier had locked him here inside the hut, and two Alphas are guarding the only exit from the room. The sound of wood unlocking whips Rene's head towards the door. Javier enters, and two servants walk behind him carrying trays of food. Rene's gut clenches with hunger, but at the same time, he refuses to touch anything; his queasy stomach will not allow it. He also doesn't wish to receive any kindness rendered by Javier. Javier sighs when Rene shows no reaction to the meal; he quietly waves the servants off and crouches down to sit on the space beside Rene on the mattress. He ignores the resentful glare that Rene is shooting in his direction, "I'm sorry about your mother," Rene doesn't respond or even acknowledge that Javier has spoken. Javier

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN**Lyrien bursts into the village. He holds a motionless Rene close to his chest.Hearing the faint beat of Rene's heart motions Lyrien to move even faster, the gruesome sight of the blood continuing to seep out of Rene's thighs pushing him over to the edge, and he is on the verge of losing control.“Get the healer immediately,” Lyrien orders,“She’s already waiting inside,” Kai responds, glancing down at the beaten body of Rene and his face turns a sickly shade of white. Lyrien paces like an untamed wild beast in a cage, watching basin upon basin of water, all drenched in his mate's blood, being taken out. The healer pulls out a mixing bowl and attempts to feed Rene, but his mouth remains frozen shut. Lyrien hastily grabs the paste from the healer, crouching down beside Rene, patting his cheek in a manner so tender compared to the turmoil raging in his heart."I need you to swallow this, please. . ." The desperate plea slips past Lyrien's lips for the first ti

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE * * Several days ago, beneath the angry sky that grumbles ominously, Lyrien had passed the judgment to Horden. Alive but severely wounded, Horden was chained to the large pillar at the centre of the clan, completely surrounded by warriors who must bear witness according to the laws. "You exiled me for an omega of the enemy clan... I merely wanted justice, I don't regret it!" Horden spitted out the blood to Lyrien's feet. "I see," Lyrien said in an emotionally detached voice, there was an almost absent glint in his eyes, a blank remote stare as though his mind was elsewhere. Without further warning, he smashed the dagger into the soft flesh of Horden's nape and twisted cruelly. Horden jerked against the chains holding him up, his screams of pain echoing in the air even as the darkened grey clouds above thundered with a cry that led to the heavy downpour of rain. Lyrien yanked the dagger out swiftly, blood rushing to the surface and spilling down Horden's