Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan's Powerful Omega: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 109

Marly POV Tears continued streaming down my face. I had ignored everyone I saw as I raced towards the forest. I needed to run. To be with Layla, my wolf, as we recognized what this meant for us. And what this meant for our relationship with Carson. All was lost and there was not a damn thing we could do to change it. I quickly shifted, not caring that I had destroyed my clothes. Layla shook out her fur and took off quickly, racing through the forest. Everything was a blur; racing past us as she ran to get rid of her anger and hurt at what had transpired in the dungeon. “It was not his fault,” she said softly. I knew it was not, but I was not ready nor prepared to forgive what had transpired. Before long I sensed someone coming up behind me. Before I could make a move to get into a defensive position, I saw Carson’s Lycan wolf, Kane, race up beside us. He nudged closer to us, trying to get us to slow down.

Marly POV How could this be? Who could want to see me to lose so much? “What do we do now?” I asked. Marise looked at me with genuine sympathy, “Do you know anybody who would have such a grudge against you as to destroy your mate bond?” she asked. I shook my head, “Not at all,” I responded. “Me neither,” Carson added, taking a hold of my hand. “It would be someone powerful,” Marise stated. Carson looked to Jeff who shook his head, “There is nobody I can think of,” he replied. “Fuck, there has to be someone who has a beef with us,” Carson muttered. “Let’s take it from the other end,” Marise said as she stepped away from Elder John’s corpse. “What does that mean?” I asked. “Elder John is dead. His death was tied to the breaking of your bond. Elder John meant something to the witch who cast this spell,” she summarized. “Meaning with his death, the death of their bond would be payment?” Sarah questioned. Ma

Marly POV Carson had convinced me to take a break before I started to scan the computer. He had been right; I needed the break before I tackled the hacking of the Elder’s history. We had retired to our room, Carson bringing the laptop with him. “I do not trust this being out of my sight,” he said, as he locked it into his room safe. I nodded, “It seems surreal, doesn’t it? Elder John being the betrayer?” I asked, realizing this was the first we had a chance to speak about everything so far. “It is surreal, frustrating, and so much more I cannot even convey,” Carson admitted. “The worst part is tampering with our bond,” he added. “I know,” I replied with a sigh. “What is wrong?” Carson asked, pulling me into his lap. “Everything. I miss the sparks that bounced between us, I miss seeing my full mark on your neck. I miss it all,” I replied softly, as I laid my head against Carson’s shoulder. “I still feel the sparks, Marly

Carson POV I was furious at the moment. Marly had taken such a huge risk, I could hardly see straight. And now this woman, was in front of her and I could see the power resonating from Cecilia as she spoke with Marly. “I bet you think you are so smart; figuring out who I am,” Cecilia responded. “Well, it has definitely thrown you off,” Marly responded, not showing a hint of fear. “It has not thrown me off. I want to know why John was murdered,” Cecilia stated bluntly. “He was not murdered, he was destroyed,” Marly stated. “Why?” Cecilia demanded to know. “He was a toxic virus that needed to be destroyed,” I said, interjecting myself into the conversation. “Ah, I see your fated mate is there with you … or rather was your fated mate,” Cecilia added with a chuckle. “You bitch! I will kill you before this is all done,” I spit out, pissed at everything happening beyond my control. “I would like to see you try, Lycan,” she responded calmly.

Marly POV “Your sister?” I questioned, surprised that they would be after her. “Why are you willing to help us?” I added. “Because she needs to be stopped. We thought she had been long gone, but clearly, she was hiding, becoming stronger, and more bitter,” the leader stated. “We love her, but we know she needs to be stopped,” the second added. “Did you ever meet Elder John?” I asked, curious about the relationship between Cecilia and John. “Only once,” the third sister replied sadly. “He was a cold man, where Cecilia had always been affectionate up to that point,” the sister added. “We told her we thought he was not good for her; that was mistake number one,” the first sister said. “Why?” Sarah asked, both of us entrenched in the story. “Because it was the first time we had a barrier between us. We knew she deserved better. He was not good for her. She grew colder around us, until one day she turned on all of those who loved her,”