Semua Bab The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Alesha Stokes — Off the field?The cold wind stung my face as I adjusted the thin cape over my shoulders. The morning was heavy and gray, and the strange feeling that had settled over the camp made me even more uneasy.I got ready early, excited—even after everything that had happened the night before.I wanted to see him.Matthew.I wanted to know how he was. I wanted to... maybe even talk to him. Get closer.But as the day unfolded, one thing became clear:He wasn't there.Or possibly, he just didn't want to see me.I remembered how he looked at me before he left, before he left me. His eyes, filled with tears, were ready to fall at any moment.Had I done something I shouldn't have?I looked around while pretending to be busy organizing some boxes near the main tents.No sign of him inspecting the work, as he usually did.No furtive glances.No imposing, silent presence watching me.It was as if... he had simply disappeared.My leg still hurt a little—from the trap in the forest—but

Anabelle Mixon — The beginning of the game.I finished adjusting my leather gloves, high riding boots, and thick cloak that covered my shoulders.I hated all that mud.That dirty snow, sticking to my boots and the hem of my dress.But I would make the sacrifice.For him.For Matthew.He was still my goal.My destiny.My damn mission.I had kept my distance over the last few days, watching all the commotion and all the changes from afar.Some might have thought I had given up.That I had surrendered.Idiots.I was working.Working on my real plan.I saw how Matthew started acting after he came back from the temple... how he got close to that bitch, Alesha. He started showing up everywhere she was, and it was burning me up inside, like the gates of hell had opened inside me.If he didn't see me the way he used to...Then I would make sure he had no choice.My blood pulsed with anticipation as I listened to the knocking at the door.“Come in,” I called, lifting my chin.The maid appeared

Matthew Dawolf — Man or beast.The cold seemed worse than I had ever known.The heavy snow made it difficult to even breathe.And the dam effect of the herbs... it corroded my body like slow rust.I was exhausted.And not lacking endurance.No.I was the Supreme Alpha.I was forged in wars, shaped by pain.But this time… it was different.The emptiness inside me was unbearable.My wolf... wasn't there.I rode on, each step heavy and drawn out.My eyes scanned the forest.Looking for any sign of prey, any trail, any damn movement in the snow.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.The forest was dead.And inside me, all that remained was the echo of a trapped roar.I kept going because stopping was not an option.Time passed.Hours.I knew that a wolf's body could withstand much more than that.But without my beast, I was just... a man.A stubborn man is trying not to fall off his saddle.When the pain began to spread through my joints, I stopped the horse, pretending that I just needed to take

Edward Wood — The Truth Behind the RotI could feel the snow slicing against my face as I rode hard back toward the palace. I hadn’t slept properly in days—not since I followed an old instinct, the same one that had saved me countless times during the war. The same instinct that now screamed something was deeply wrong. Matthew needed to hear the truth, and there was no time for letters or messengers. This was too big.After confronting Alex Madson, I knew I couldn’t stop there. That slippery worm had pretended not to care, but the documents I got out of him—thanks to a little pressure and the edge of my sword—told a different story. Among the papers, one thing stood out immediately: there was absolutely no record of Alesha Stokes. None.No proof she’d ever lived in the village of Amari’s Wood. No birth record. Nothing. It was as if she had appeared out of thin air. And if that wasn’t enough, the files showed Alex was still in contact with other long-forgotten villages in the kingdom—p

Anabelle Mixon — Victory or...?Finally. After so many setbacks, after so much pretending, the world was finally falling back into place. The little bitch was locked up. And me? In control. Sure… some things had gone off the rails — I never imagined that filthy omega would have a wolf of *that* caliber inside her. It gave me chills. For a few minutes, I’ll admit… I actually doubted myself. Questioned whether I was doing the right thing. But then I remembered everything she had done to me. The humiliation. The way she looked at Matthew. The way *he* looked back at her. No. That bitch had to fall. I walked through the cold prison halls, the sound of my heels echoing like bells of judgment. The guards stepped aside as I passed, lowering their heads, making way without even daring to meet my eyes. As it should be. And there she was. In the deepest cell. Curled up, dried blood streaking her legs, white hair a tangled mess — like something torn from an ancient tale of