All Chapters of The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Michelle Morripim — Not Again!I was having trouble breathing. The arm holding me was as strong as steel.... He was crushing me, he could break my bones...But... What I felt was... His scent.I've smelled it before... I recognized the aroma.That aura.It burned, burning me inside as if it were an old wound being torn open.It was someone from the village.From that damn village that rejected me.My eyes were covered with tears... I could see blurry because of that... I tried to stretch my neck.I wanted to see who was behind me... But it was difficult.Every time I stretched... He dug his claws into me... Making me stay still.Then I turned around, facing Megan.My heart refused to beat; I still couldn't believe it.She was... bleeding, on the floor and motionless. Blood was all over her hair... At that moment... it was as if I had lost all hope. All I could think about was her... and the baby."What did you do to her?!" My voice came out as a hoarse, broken scream. "YOU MONSTERS! D

Glen J. Baker — My Precious JewelThe taste of blood still lingered in my mouth.And with it... the softness of her lips.Helena.Or rather... Michelle.Part of me knew it was sick. But the other part — the broken part that had been destroyed by the feelings Helena left behind — screamed inside me that I couldn't let the second chance fate had given me slip away. Her daughter. A perfect copy. The same silver hair. The same golden eyes that shone like molten light. The same addictive scent that drove me crazy, even now, mixed with pain.My steps were reluctant as I left the room. Behind me, I could still hear Michelle struggling against the chains... the same chains that once held her mother captive. The sound bothered me, not because I wanted to stop it, but because I knew it was because she wanted to run away from me. But I knew it was impossible. I had planned every detail long ago.I closed the door slowly, like someone saying goodbye to something too precious to be away from, and

Matthew DawolfThe cold wind burned against my face, but I refused to slow down. My horse snorted beneath me, its heavy gallop muffled by the snow covering Neveryth’s frozen forest. It felt like every tree was watching me, every shadow shifting. My wolf was awake—alert—more alive than ever, like a predator locking onto its prey.My dear Michelle.I could still feel her. The bond between us pulsed stronger than ever. Before, her presence had been faint, trembling, like a whisper about to fade. But now… now it was different. It burned. Fierce, unyielding. No longer just fear—this was fury itself.I couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. What had happened to make her burn like this?My grip on the reins tightened, my jaw clenched.“Hold on, Michelle… I’m coming.”Behind me, my men kept their pace. Loyal soldiers, even after the draining battle. I hadn’t asked all of them to follow—only those with enough strength and courage left to continue. Because now, there was no room for rest, n

Michelle MorripinPretending to sleep had never been this hard. Every nerve in my body screamed with hatred; every second that monster breathed near me was pure torture. But I had to endure it. I had to swallow the disgust, the fear, the revulsion—for something greater: my freedom. My chance to make Glen pay for everything he had done. For my father. For my mother. For me.I heard him enter the room. I didn't even need to open my eyes to know it was him; just his scent alone made me nauseous. My wolf howled inside me, desperate to finally act, to attack him. I felt as if we were one, united by the same thirst for revenge, by the same agony that consumed us alive, by the same fear of losing everything again.I felt him approach, his rough hand caressing my cheek. My throat closed up, but I forced myself to play along.It wasn't time. Not yet. I would let him believe. I would let him think he was winning—until I could be in control of the situation.I opened my eyes slowly. Met his gaz

Michelle Morripin“Please... I don't want to do this now...” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I don't think... I'm ready for this.”He let out a low laugh that vibrated in my ear.“You don't have to be ready for anything, Michelle.” His lips touched my neck again. “Just relax... one thing will lead to another.”Disgust.That’s all I felt for his voice, his touch. Every second split me apart—hate on one side, the fight not to break too soon on the other.“Focus, Michelle. Look around. Find something. Fast.”My wolf growled inside me, sharp and urgent. “This is your only chance.”My eyes searched the room as he kissed up my collarbone toward my ear. The chains, loose but still hanging from me, could be a weapon. But I needed more. Something sharp. Something that could hurt him. Anything."You could touch me back, you know…" Glen muttered, his breath hot against my skin. "I’m not in a hurry… but I want it."I couldn’t take it anymore. My chest tightened. I had to act, had to find...Then