บททั้งหมดของ The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Matthew Dawolf — The Price of Being AlphaHer screams wouldn’t stop.They weren’t just echoes in the snow.They hurt—deep, soul-tearing hurt that I could feel in my bones. Each scream was like a blade, slicing through my chest, my thoughts, my memories.It felt like she was being ripped from me... scream by scream.Like she was dying.Or worse—like I was.Michelle...My wolf.My mate.I dropped to my knees again, my hands sinking into the illusion of snow that no longer felt cold.It was absolute zero.It was death itself."Tell me how to get out of here." I begged, raising my face to my wolf. "I can’t take this anymore. I can’t let her suffer like this."He looked at me.Not with cruelty.Something worse.With sorrow.With judgment."There’s no way back," he said, flatly. "No one gets out of here whole."My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of it."What does that mean?"I slowly stood, my muscles aching—even in this place that wasn’t real. But the pain was. I knew it was.I ste

Anabelle Mixon — Before It’s Too LateI walked out of the cell with steady steps, the stench of blood still clinging to my dress like a curse.Behind me, the guards followed in silence. Maybe they were cowards. Maybe they were too loyal to speak about what they had just witnessed.I didn’t care.The only thing that mattered was what I felt.Relief.A cold pleasure.Cruel.Like I had ripped a weight off my chest—or better yet, driven my heels right through it.She should’ve died.That filthy mutt. That savage thing.She was supposed to black out after the first kick. She was supposed to be dead by now—not gasping like a wilted flower struggling to survive among the rocks.But she endured.And that…That drove me insane.“Bitch,” I muttered under my breath, each step making my feet throb. My legs trembled—a mix of rage and exhaustion buzzing through my body.My shoes were stained. My expensive linen dress, ruined—drenched in her blood. That dark, disgusting red. It made me sick. Made my

Roland J. Hall — The Truth I Needed to HearI hadn’t left his side since we walked out of that cell.I followed him through the palace halls like a personal escort—quiet, observing. Watching every move he made, every glance he exchanged, every failed attempt to find someone still loyal to the Supreme Alpha.And the more we walked... the more I saw it.They were all corrupted.Some out of fear. Others are out of ambition.But all of them had the same response: “Let the council handle it.”They said it with their eyes cast down, or with chins held high in hollow pride.But in the end...No one mentioned Matthew.No one spoke of justice.And absolutely no one spoke of her.Michelle.Or... Alesha. I still wasn’t sure what her real name was—but I knew what I saw.I knew what I felt from the very beginning.Since that night I first met her at the Winter Ball, huddled in a corner, awkward and shy, trying to disappear.I wanted to protect her. Because deep down, I knew.She wasn’t the monster

Megan Stole — The Cell, the Cart, and the Impossible PlanI followed Guard Roland with my heart pounding harder than ever before in my life.My footsteps were quiet, careful… but inside, I was trembling. Not just from fear—but because of the baby.It had only been a few weeks since I found out. I know… there was barely a bump, but even so, I started wearing loose clothes, trying to hide it. Terrified someone might notice. I knew it was just a matter of time before the hormones kicked in—and with them, the scent. But I still needed money.My plan was to leave by the end of the month, collect a decent payout, and go back home. Back to my village.I kept wondering how my sweet Levi would react when he found out… about our baby.That’s why I had to survive. I had to save Michelle. And then go back safely.I stayed focused, following closely behind Roland as we turned through the west wing of the palace. My nerves were fraying. Every wrong step, every breath out of sync—I felt like everyth

Megan Stole — May the gods be with us.The prison door looked scarier with every step we took.I pushed the cart with my hands shaking under my coat. Julie walked beside me with her chin up and her face tense, feigning a confidence I knew she didn't have. Neither of us did. But there… we knew that lying was the only way to survive.We stopped in front of the door.There was a small inspection window, closed with an iron bar. We knocked once. And then, silence.My heart raced as if I were about to participate in a race.That's when a thick, cavernous voice came from behind the wood:“Who is it? What do you want at this hour?”My throat closed up.I... froze.Everything disappeared from my mind. Every word we had rehearsed, every gesture. Everything evaporated like smoke in the wind.But Julie...Julie was quicker.“We've come to bring the prisoner her last meal,” she said loudly, firmly, as if it were a routine task.Silence returned.But it was a different silence, heavy. Suspicious.