บททั้งหมดของ The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Matthew DawolfThe forest felt like it was watching us. Every branch snapping, every shadow shifting in the snow carried the weight of being hunted. But I knew the truth: "we" were the ones who had stepped into the enemy’s den.The wind here was colder than anywhere I had ever been, but it wasn’t the frost that froze me inside. It was the waiting. The certainty that something was about to happen.It was as if I already knew. As if my wolf was standing by, ready to strike.The first scream cut through the trees like an alarm. One of my men had fallen into an iron trap, the steel teeth biting deep to the bone. The scent of hot blood hit fast, and with it, the forest came alive.And of course… with the alarm of my soldiers came "them".Fast. Silent. Like they were part of the snow itself, invisible to anyone who didn’t know this land. Assassins. Men of the Alpha who ruled this territory.Damn Glen J. Baker.The fight broke out without warning. Steel against steel, flesh tearing, screams

Michelle Morripin. I could still taste the blood... I was shaking, my whole body. But I didn't back down. I wasn't going to do that, not again. "I'm not leaving without you, Megan," I said, even though my voice sounded weak... and very broken.She shook her head... told me not to act like that.She told me to go, to save myself… But how could I? How could I live with the guilt of leaving yet another person behind? I had already lost too much. I had already run too much and even so… I was still here.Now... I was alone... With no one I loved... No one I cared about... I was alone.I stood up, despite the unbearable pain throughout my body. My whole body was shaking, not from fear, but from the call of my wolf. The sound of Glen's heartbeat, the low growl escaping from his throat.He came at me like a rabid beast, fangs bared, his eyes locked on me. I didn’t hesitate. The fury, the pain, the love for everyone I had lost… it all exploded inside me. I felt my body tear apart from wit

Matthew DawolfThe air refused to enter my lungs.With every step I took toward that cabin, the smell of blood filled my nostrils more and more. I knew it was there. I could feel it. I pushed the door so hard that the wood almost broke against the wall. I rushed down the first few steps in desperation until I bumped into something, someone. My eyes caught her quickly, even before my instincts told me who she was.She froze when she saw me. Her eyes trembled, perhaps from weakness, perhaps from disbelief."Your Majesty!" Her voice came out shocked, trembling, and firm at the same time, and then she stared at me, panicked, screaming as if she knew exactly what I was looking for. "She's downstairs, please hurry... If not... he'll kill her!"She spoke with her head bowed in reverence, her words coming out more than urgent, almost like a prayer, and I understood immediately.She was one of the women who had been with Michelle, who had helped her escape. Edward had mentioned it; there was

Matthew DawolfCarrying Michelle out of that filthy hole was like pulling myself out of that darkness. Every step I took away from that basement smelling of blood and pain was like we were finally burying all of that, but it didn't matter anymore.Because now, I had her in my arms. And that was all that mattered.When the door opened and the brightness of the snow hit my eyes, I saw her face change. Michelle stared at me as if she still couldn't believe she was alive... but then her eyes found something beyond me. I followed her gaze.It was that female from before.There, sitting in the snow, but steady. Even wounded, she was strong, refusing to fall, to give in. There was too much blood, countless wounds, and yet the way she stared at us was not one of defeat. It was one of victory. She had fulfilled her role. She had protected those who needed to be protected.And when I saw the look she exchanged with Michelle... I understood.It was more than friendship. It was the true bond tha

Michelle MorripinAlone, safe inside that carriage, I allowed my body to finally relax. I could close my eyes and believe that, yes, we were safe. That I had survived.Matthew held me tightly in his arms, being protective, as if everything were dangerous to me. I tried to convince him that I was fine. He didn't need to carry me around as if I were fragile. But he wouldn't listen to me.Matthew just positioned my shoulders against his chest and murmured softly, as if whispering:"I won't let you go. Not now, not ever."The tone of his voice... there was no room for discussion. And deep down, it brought me a warmth I didn't even remember I could feel. He wasn't just holding me as a protector. It was more than that. It was as if my absence was a burden impossible to bear, as if his very breath depended on me being there, trapped in his arms.The gentle rocking of the carriage centered me, and I felt the tension slowly melt away. I felt everything relax, my mind calmed down a little, and