All Chapters of The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alesha Stokes — Gods, are you listening?Snow had already begun to pile up along the edges of the path, crunching beneath my feet as I hurried forward with Marilyn’s arm draped over my shoulders. Her other arm—or what was left of it—was wrapped in bandages, but the fabric was already damp and turning red. Every step she took made my heart clench. She could barely stand, yet she insisted on leaving the house. Her stubbornness was still stronger than the pain.“Alesha…” her voice came out weak and weary. “What did those guards want? Do you... do you think they found out?”“Shhh... take it easy,” I whispered, adjusting her body more securely against mine. “Don’t worry about that now, Grandma. You need to rest. You’re still bleeding.”She muttered something under her breath, as if refusing to accept her own condition. As if weakness itself was an insult.“What if...something happens to the girl from Loures? That child… Alex promised—”“He won’t lay a finger on her,” I said, picking up the

Alesha Stokes — Back to the BattlefieldThe night had barely brushed against me.I drifted in and out of sleep, just a few minutes here and there, between sighs and scattered thoughts—each one pulling me awake with a new fear, a fresh memory. My eyes burned with exhaustion, but the weariness of the mind has always been crueler than that of the body.Before the sun had even risen, I was already on my feet.I got dressed quietly, trying not to wake anyone. Marilyn was in a deep sleep, her face peaceful for the first time in days. Her friends were scattered around the floor on makeshift mattresses, all fast asleep. I stood there for a moment, watching them, my heart tight in my chest. I wanted to hug them, to thank them for everything… but I knew if I woke Marilyn, she’d try to make me stay. And this time, I couldn’t afford to waver.I slung my bundle over my shoulder, pulled the thickest cloak I had over my head, and walked to the door.Just before stepping out, I looked back at the hou

Matthew Dawolf — Prophecy or Curse?I'd been locked in this damn temple for days, surrounded by candles, chants, and people dressed in white who spoke like the world could end at any second.They said I needed to be “purified”.Purified?I was the Supreme Alpha.I didn’t need any of that bullshit.“A healing herb immersion in the sacred waters will help soothe your spirit, Your Majesty,” they said, sprinkling more of that sparkling powder into the water.“And soothing my spirit is supposed to stop my wolf from trying to take over my body?” I asked, staring down the priest with those pale eyes of his, like I could force the answer out of him.He just smiled.They *always* smiled—that same cursed, empty smile.These temple fanatics had no clue what it was like to live with a wolf caged inside your chest, ready to tear apart anything that moved.I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Trying to focus.But here I was—half-submerged in water up to my chest, surrounded by flower petals,

Matthew Dawolf — I shouldn’t have come back so soon.The grinding of the carriage wheels slowing down against the wet ground felt like a warning. Outside, the winter chill bit at the world—but in here… the heat burning in my chest was almost unbearable. A war I hadn’t been able to escape since the moment I left the temple. My eyes were heavy. Not with physical exhaustion, but with thoughts. Unwanted... uncontrollable thoughts. "Alesha." Her name whispered through my mind like a curse. Why her, of all people? Why… her? The carriage came to a full stop. Outside, I heard guards moving into position, horses being restrained, the organized rhythm of boots hitting the ground. Welcoming sounds echoed from the inner courtyard. But I stayed still. I wasn’t ready to face anyone— Least of all her. Was she still here? Still working in the palace? I thought about standing up, wondering if it was worth seeing with my own eyes and risking losing control again. Maybe I s

Anabelle Mixon — NightmareThe world stopped. And I... froze.The entire ballroom seemed to go silent. Even the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears vanished for a second. The only thing echoing now was the snap of my dignity being torn away — by his hand.By the hand of the man I loved… Matthew.He grabbed me. Hard. Angrily.Not like a childhood friend. Not like someone who once played beside me in the blooming gardens of the capital. He held me like I was a threat. Like I was... nothing.My gaze slowly climbed up the arm that gripped me until it reached his eyes — cold, confused. He looked away. He couldn’t even face me. Like he’d made a mistake. Like he hadn’t meant to do it.“Matthew...?” My voice came out in a trembling whisper, stripped of the firmness I’d worked so hard to build. I sounded like a little girl again. The same little girl who once hoped he’d notice her new dress. Who once hoped... he’d choose her.He let go of my arm. Raised