Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Omega's Redemption.: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Evans’ POVOn the battlefield, there was anarchy. All of it blended into a thunderous roar, including the clash of steel against steel, the guttural growls of wolves in the middle of their shift, and the last cries of the fallen. However, I didn't feel any of it. The whirling of cold breeze cascading against my skin. But the burning was all I could feel. With every roaring heartbeat, a fire raged beneath my skin, wild and unbridled, pulsing through my veins. The silver glow intensified as if something inside me was finally awakening, and the mark on my wrist pulsed with a searing heat. With a gasp, I staggered back, my head spinning. There was an issue. The warriors of Eclipse strode forward, their eyes shining with merciless resolve. They desired my survival.Garrick stood motionless behind them, watching me with a sort of satisfaction, his eyes reflected its primality of cunniness snd desperation for power. I was aware of his desires. He desired for me to give up.

Evans’ POVThere was an uncanny silence on the battlefield. Something inside of me broke the instant Kieran said, *this power is changing you*. Like the surface of a frozen lake under excessive weight, I sensed it fracture. But a presence swept across the field before I could process the pain in my chest or demand to know if he really thought I was losing myself. Icy, dominant, and familiar. Nightclaw and Eclipse were among the warriors when a ripple of silence passed through them. Something unnatural laced the air, making it heavy. It coiled like invisible chains around my throat and pressed against my skin. At that moment, he emerged from the center of the Eclipse Coven's ranks. A person wearing a silver and midnight cloak, with a polished obsidian mask that glinted in the moonlight. His movements were unhurried and fearless—as though he already controlled this battlefield. And he had a voice like velvet wrapped around steel when he spoke. "You are mine." A

Evans' POV Like a poison I couldn't get rid of, the weight of the past few days became lodged in my bones. The whispers—the ones that slithered through the pack like vipers—were unavoidable, and sleep had faded into the past. "She will bring ruin upon us.""She is not our salvation—she is our curse.""The Eclipse Coven only wants her because she is their queen." With every hour that went by, the words tightened their invisible bonds around me. I initially brushed them off. However, I saw how the warriors paused before bowing to me. The way I walked into a room and discussions ended. Kieran's current gaze on me which showed disgust and disapproval, as if I were something strange. Abruptly, the murmurs ceased to be mere rumors. They believed. In the morning, the summons arrived. My door was knocked on by a Nightclaw warrior wearing dark leathers. Although his face was expressionless, I could see the glimmer of discomfort in his amber eyes. "You must be in the counci

Kieran's pov The smell of treachery and blood filled the night air. The war was still raging inside of me, but it had temporarily subsided. I couldn't keep track of all the wolves that had abandoned me because they trusted the council more than they did me. I was being forced to choose between myself and the very establishment that was trying to control my own soldiers, my own people and now Evans.I didn't have time to think about it, but the weight of it was like an iron vice pressing into my chest. Garrick had said in his last seconds before disappearing into the darkness, and I had followed that hint, that whisper: “The truth lies beneath the ruins.” I had no option but to look for it. The ruins in question were located deep within the Nightclaw stronghold's deserted subterranean chambers, which were old tunnels that existed before the packs. Unaffected by time and forgotten by people who were afraid of what was inside, the entrance had been concealed beneath thick roots and

Kieran’s POVI needed to know what the hell I was becoming.The mark on my arm, the one that had burned itself into my flesh the moment Evans collapsed in the ritual, still pulsed beneath my skin. I could feel it thrumming with every heartbeat, as though something inside me was waking up alongside her. Evans hadn’t spoken much since we left the Nightclaw borders. Not since the battle. Not since her power had erupted and wolves had bowed to her while others had turned against her in fear. And not since she had heard my doubt. Is she still the same? I had asked myself. She had heard me. And something between us had fractured. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself, her posture rigid as she focused on the path ahead. I detested the quiet. At last, I remarked, "We need to discuss what happened back there." Evans didn't look at me, but I could see her grip the reins firmly. "There is nothing to discuss Kieran." I grumbled, pushing my horse forward to get a glimpse of h