Semua Bab The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Anabelle Mixon — A Knife in the Back.It was like seeing a vision of hell. My hell.My love...the reason I had agreed to do all that, was...dying.The sheets beneath him were stained with dark blood, and sweat-soaked strands of hair stuck to his feverish forehead. My knees almost gave out. "No…" I whispered. "No… this can’t be happening…" I rushed to his side, nearly stumbling over the rug. One of the healers tried to stop me, but I slapped his hand away. "I’m the daughter of the Prime Minister! I have every right to be here!" I knelt beside the bed and reached for him. My hand trembled as it touched his. It was hot. Far too hot. "Keep going. Do whaever it takes," I demanded, getting to my feet. "Bring him back. Make him live."I was in shock, the whole thing. All that confusion, it wasn't supposed to happen.Why the hell was everything going wrong?That bitch Alesha turned out to be someone else. My Matthew, who was supposed to easily resist the poison, is succumbing.

Glen J. Baker — Let the Hunt BeginThe council chamber was dead silent when I walked in. Every step I took echoed in the tense stillness, accompanied by wary, suspicious glances. They could sense something was off. It hung in the air—like the scent of final decisions. Of blood, maybe.My eyes scanned the room, noting who had shown up. Most had come, despite the abrupt summons. A few seats remained empty—not surprising. Cowards always hesitate at the last minute.I made my way to the head of the long, dark oak table—my seat. I sat without a word, taking in every face before me. Old men. Some I’d known since my youth. Others were younger, still unaware of how far I was willing to go.Silence lingered for several heavy seconds, broken only by a light knock at the door. One of the guards stepped in briskly, carrying a stack of papers and sealed scrolls.“Correspondence, sir,” he said, handing them to me with both hands.I took them and began sorting through the pile, only half-focused. Mo

Alesha Stokes — The Painful TruthWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was the biting cold. But it wasn’t the chill of the forest. I was no longer surrounded by that pristine white, stained with snow and blood. Around me were stones, darkness, and the stench of mold and dampness. I had no idea where I was—but I was certain I had died. I was sure it was over that my body had finally given up the fight.But then I heard something.A soft breath. The rustle of fabric. And slowly, my eyes adjusted to the dim light. The pain was like blades lodged between my bones, but I forced myself upright, using my hands for support. When I looked around, I realized the worst.I was in a cell.Alone.Locked up like an animal.My legs gave out, and I dropped to my knees. Every part of me burned. Open wounds. Fresh scars. I felt my hair brushing against my shoulders, and when I reached for it, I realized... it had returned to its natural color.No more disguise.Shit...They knew.I wasn’t Alesh

Michelle Morripin — A New Feeling: HopeThe moment I saw the silhouette of the guard approaching the cell, my body froze.Heavy footsteps.The silence between each one.The metallic clink of his armor shifting with every move.I didn’t need much more to understand.It was over.He had heard everything — the conversation, my real identity, the confession.There was nowhere left to run. No disguise. No lie that could save me now.I instinctively backed away, heart racing, fingers gripping what little was left of my clothes as I shrank into the farthest corner of the cell.For a moment, all I could think was, “Is this how it ends?”Roland moved first.“Stay back!” he shouted, throwing his arm in front of me like his body could somehow shield me from a wolf like that.But that soldier… he wasn’t just any guard. I knew him.Those sharp eyes, that worn yet resolute expression… It was him.The same man I’d seen in Marilyn’s village. The one who looked at me like he knew more than he let on.

Anabelle Mixon — Time to End ThisI tormed out of the room, fists clenched, heels hitting the marble floor like hammers.That conversation... those revelations… it was madness.A wild wolf.A renegade.A filthy bastard with pureblood running through her veins, trying to steal what’s mine. What’s 'always' been mine.No. This ends now.I didn’t care how or why anymore—only that it ends.I walked toward the stables, eyes locked on the path ahead, ignoring the whispers of the servants who scurried out of my way like frightened rats.Good.Let them stay out of my way. I was in the mood to bite.But before I could reach the dirt courtyard, someone stepped right in front of me.Tall. Cold. Seething with so much rage and indignation, I could smell it from yards away.My father.'Great. Just what I needed.'I tried to walk past, pretending not to see him—but he grabbed my arm, his fingers digging in like claws. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Anabelle?” he growled, voice low but b