บททั้งหมดของ The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Julie Marven — Finally... We're Not Alone.“PLEASE!” I shouted, not knowing what else to do, my voice desperate, filled with tears I could no longer hold back. “They're hurt! I need help!”My body was shaking from head to toe. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.But then, the guards began to move.Those wearing palace uniforms. And the others... wearing an ancient coat of arms, sewn onto their garments with worn threads. I knew it... from somewhere. But my mind was spinning. I couldn't focus.They came towards me—quickly, in an organized manner. But they didn't seem to know about the prison break or anything like that. They looked lost. One of them, with dark hair and a serious expression, pulled on the horses' reins while the others approached the wagon, bending down to see who was there.Thanks to the gods... they were going to help.“There's blood...” one of them muttered.“This one's unconscious...” said another, looking at Megan.“And this one...” His voice

Michelle Morripin — The Name I Can't Forget.The coldness in my body slowly faded away, like the early morning fog hiding behind the sun.First, I felt warmth on my face. Then, the smell.Herbs. Tea.And silence—a silence that seemed familiar. There was a light breeze coming from somewhere, touching my face gently. As if calling me back.That's when I heard the sound of the world.A little bird outside.The rustling of leaves.The soft creak of a chair being pulled.I opened my eyes with difficulty—as if they had been glued shut for a thousand years. The brightness of the day blinded me for a second. I had to blink a few times.I was... alive.My head was spinning a little, and my limbs ached as if they had been crushed. But... I was there. Breathing. Feeling everything.I tried to move my neck, and a moan of pain escaped my throat.That's when I saw her.Julie.Slumped over a chair next to the bed, her hands clasped over her face, praying—or crying, maybe both.My eyes filled with te

Alex Madson — A Gift From The Goddess.The sound of wine being poured echoed softly through the room, and I walked with steady steps as I reveled in the moment. Not just the drink, of course, but also the way things were going.The spies were doing an impressive job. The attempt on the Supreme Alpha's life had gone as expected — although, personally, I would have preferred to see him buried for good. But the game was slower than I would have liked. Old Luke always warned me: “An empire is not destroyed with haste, but with strategy.”And he was right.News reached me before the castle advisors even had time to breathe. I knew every move, every weakness, and every crack in the throne that was about to crumble.As I organized the scrolls and letters on my office desk, I reread some messages marked with Luke's clan seal. The alliance was useful, for now. But I didn't trust my shadow — let alone an old, fanatical wolf like him.A recent memory then took over my mind.Glen.The deal with t

Anabelle Mixon — My Beloved, Returned to Me.The sun shone weakly, but almost offensively. Not a cloud to dramatize the scene. No shadows to cover the faces of sinners.And the people crowded around the sides of the square like ants around a rotten fruit. Nobles, advisors, and curious commoners all took their places as if they were about to watch a royal spectacle. And that's what it was. A spectacle.Justice was a well-staged play.I walked to my reserved seat under the tent decorated with red and gold flags. The luxurious fabric of the seat barely softened the weight of my reinforced dress, but I felt... light.The frown on my face was just that—a mask. Because inside, I was smiling. Every step I took, every look of feigned pity I cast at acquaintances, was only the prologue. The real show was about to begin.I looked around. I saw some noblewomen chatting, their eyes cold, their legs crossed in boredom.Some advisors murmured among themselves. All pretending grief, indignation, and

Matthew Dawolf — Back to the Throne.It took me two damn days to get there. And each of those days was torture. I wanted to tear the forest apart with my paws and leave the ground marked by my claws. But he — my wolf — held me back. He said it wasn't time. That there was a right time to attack, to fight back, to crush them. He said that if we wanted to catch all our enemies and not let any of them escape, we had to be patient; everything had to be done at the right time. And I listened. For the first time, I obeyed without resistance. Because now we were one.And it was he who said, “They are on the platform near the prison. Your soul brothers. They are waiting for you.”I ordered the coachman to take me there. He looked at me confused but obeyed.When we stopped, I got out of the carriage before anyone had time to process what they were seeing. The whispers began. Murmurs turned into screams. Some people became ill. Others cried as if they had seen a miracle.I didn't care.My eyes w