All Chapters of The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Julie Marven — I won't leave anyone behindWhen I told Michelle and Megan to run, part of me wanted to run after them.I wanted to follow them and protect them until the end.But... I knew.I knew someone had to stay.Someone had to stop them from continuing.And that someone... was me.I fought with everything I had left.Claws cutting into the soldiers' skin, teeth grinding, screams lost in the chaos.Even with my body screaming for rest, even with my mind begging for peace...I kept going.I forced myself to resist.To fight.To not give in.And even with more of them appearing, even when I thought I couldn't do it, I kept going.After I was sure that no one else was following them, after the last arrows were deflected and the last soldier fell bleeding at my feet... I went back.Because... I couldn't leave anyone else behind.I thought of Marilyn.That kind, firm, but direct lady.That woman who, until a few days ago, was a stranger...But now she seemed like a mother.I thought a

Matthew DawolfJust seeing him—smelling him—was enough to turn my stomach.That old mutt… Alex Madson.The cancer rotting my kingdom from the inside out.The worm who plotted against me… against her… against everything that’s mine.Every time my eyes locked on that scarred, gray carcass, my entire body screamed for one thing—to split him open and hang his corpse at the palace gates as a warning to every other traitor.But my wolf…Always him.“No.”His voice poured over me like a bucket of ice water, trying to snuff out the fire burning in my chest.“You want him alive. He’s the thread that leads to the rest of the rats. Kill him now, and the plague hides deeper.”I hated admitting it, but he was right.Still… holding back was like gripping a blade made of fire.I lunged, twisting my sword, aiming for the gaps in his guard. I’ll admit—more than once, I aimed to kill. But he knew exactly what he was doing. Always dodging at the last heartbeat, moving like a stubborn shadow.Tired, woun

Marilyn Stokes: Again, I would rather not say goodbye.I didn't know...I couldn't count how many tears had fallen from my face.The pain throbbed throughout my body, but nothing... nothing hurt more than looking at her and knowing what it meant.My little Julie.That foolish girl.Foolish... and, at the same time, braver than anyone I had ever known.She sacrificed herself.For all of us.For her friends, whom she swore to protect until her last breath.And also... for me.She came back to help me when she could have run away, left with the others. And now... she had put herself in the place of the Supreme Alpha, as if her life was worth less than his.I cried, and I didn't know if it was just sadness... or if there was also regret.Regret for not preparing myself more, for not trying harder, and for facing the whole burden alone. Regret for putting all of them in this, in this battle that should have been mine alone. Michelle... Megan, Julie... everyone I put in the middle of this.

Matthew Dawolf — On his way.The wounded began to be carried away, one by one; even the soldiers who could barely stand still carried out their orders without hesitation.I watched silently, feeling the weight of every step they took.As I walked, seeing what was left of what had once been a village, someone's home, my eyes found the old three-legged she-wolf.She looked at me with a mixture of pain and purpose, as if reminding me that, despite her wounds, she had no intention of stopping.I could feel it... she had fought with everything she had to keep that village standing, to save every soul she could.If it weren't for her, perhaps no one would have survived. And even so, she still wanted to do more.I couldn't allow that—an old woman, lame and covered in wounds, begging to stay on her feet and still fight by my side.I refused, and I saw in her eyes how much it hurt, perhaps even more than her bleeding wounds, but I didn't stop there.I told her to take care of herself, because

Michelle Morripin — No... I won't lose anyone else.The sound of footsteps grew closer and closer. My heart was beating too fast."Megan..." I whispered softly, begging it to be her. I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm down. Maybe it was better to wait, not rush into anything. If it was Megan, she would show up give some kind of sign. I didn't need to run to the entrance; I just needed to... trust.But then, the sound passed... it moved on, slow, dragging, without approaching the cave.My whole body froze. Because it wasn't her.I knew it.At that moment, the certainty fell on me like a guillotine: Megan wouldn't walk like that; she wouldn't create that kind of suspense.Not knowing about our situation and our fear.I huddled against the wall. I could feel my muscles tense, my fingernails digging into the floor. I could only think of one thing... Running,but my legs wouldn't obey me, my body wouldn't move. A thought popped into my head... What if it was all in m