Semua Bab The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Alex Madson — The Dawn of a New EraThe door had barely closed behind Edward Wood when I could already taste the bitter tang of anger on my tongue. My eyes remained fixed on the spot where he’d stood for long, tense seconds, until my fingers curled around the arm of the chair with such force I nearly tore the leather. They’ve finally shown themselves. DaWolf’s hounds.At least now I knew how close they were.I walked to the window and stared down the road as it snaked between the gnarled, leafless trees, swallowed by winter’s mist. It was far too soon. I hadn’t expected the Empire to move so quickly—or so brazenly. But something had changed. Something had slipped through.“Damn it,” I whispered.Had someone in the village warned them? A traitor? Some fool hoping for salvation? It was possible… but, in a way, predictable. Those worms always turn on you when fear outweighs hunger.Still, I knew this day would come, sooner or later.But… let it be now.I touched the old scar across my c

Alesha Stokes — Among Beasts and HuntersI barely slept. I spent the entire night tossing and turning, running through every possible scenario in my head—everything I’d say or do when I finally came face to face with him again—alone. Every small gesture would be part of my plan. Every word he might say, every look we’d exchange. This was my moment. And when the sun finally broke over the horizon, I got up with the certainty that everything would change from that day forward. I put on my best servant’s uniform. Hair perfectly pinned back. The necklace Marilyn gave me was hidden in my hair bun, always tucked away. It was my charm of courage. A reminder of who I was doing this for—and why. For her. For the village. For me. I walked toward the Supreme Alpha’s hall with a strange kind of tension in my stomach—not fear, but anticipation. And luckily, there was no sign of Anabelle. I felt like I had already won. Like I was one step away from getting exactly what I wanted.

Alesha Stokes — Taming a BeastI blinked. Once. Twice. I thought I must have heard him wrong. But I hadn't. "You can’t be that close to any other man like that." His voice still echoed in my ears even after he had walked away. Deep. Intense. Full of... possession? My legs almost gave out, but I stayed standing. I could still feel his fingers pressed into my skin. My shoulders burned like they were on fire. I rubbed the sore spot, trying to ease the pain, but it was just a reflection of the chaos swirling inside me. Did he really feel something for me? It was the only explanation for that outburst. For the way he looked at me. The way he pulled me in. Locked me in here. Like he wanted to keep me away from the world. And part of me... Part of me *thrilled* at that thought. Because as wrong and terrifying as it was... I wanted it. I wanted him. But the other part of me—the colder, more rational part—was on high alert. Because Matthew DaWolf didn’t seem lik

Alesha Stokes — Danger?As soon as I moved away from the wagon, I took a deep breath, trying to keep my balance.My hands still hurt from the last box, but nothing compared to what was going on inside my head. And, perhaps worse, inside my chest.I slowly moved away, feeling his gaze still burning on my back. But on impulse, I glanced discreetly to the side.Roland was standing not far away, next to the guards responsible for Matthew's protection.His eyes were on me, dark and narrowed. It looked like a kind of silent rage that he didn't even try to hide. His jaw was tense, his hands clenched at his sides. He saw Matthew helping me.He saw everything.And he didn't like it one bit.When I passed him, waiting for a word, a comment, a greeting, even a grunt—he simply looked away. He pretended I was invisible.He ignored me.And for some reason, that made me feel uncomfortable.Because it wasn't just him. Some of the servants who were nearby also looked away, whispering to each other. I

Matthew DaWolf — On the brink of ruinI looked at the entrance to the tent… at the makeshift canvas… and wondered, with what little lucidity I had left, if I would be able to leave after seeing what I had to see up close.But between leaving her wounded or putting myself in the hell I had created, the choice was already made.I pushed the canvas aside with my shoulder and entered the small, hot space, suffocated by her scent.Sweet, wild.I kneeled beside the makeshift bed, placing her carefully on the blankets.I tried to remain rational, cold.Check the wound. That was all I had to do. And then leave.With trembling hands, I picked up a piece of cloth that was on some boxes nearby. I needed to clean her wound.But the first glance at her thigh destroyed me.Her pale, smooth skin was marked only by the tear in her clothes and the red streak of dried blood.The problem was that the torn clothes showed too much.The line of her groin, the soft curve, seemed to call to my hands.I swall