Semua Bab The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Matthew Dawolf — The Wrath of Prophecy.The light cut through me.The brightness made my eyes hurt as if they were being pierced; it was all so fast that I didn't even have an opportunity to understand where I was.When I breathed, my lungs hurt as if it were the first time they had filled with air.I sat up with a start, putting my feet on the floor.The mattress creaked, the sheets fell, and whispers spread.But I wasn't hearing anything.I was feeling.Everything.Every speck of dust in the air.Every breath in the room.Each moment of trembling emotion from the surrounding bodies.My wolf was alive. And now he was part of me.There was no longer any division. No wall between us.We were one.My eyes adjusted to the light little by little. And when I could finally see... I knew immediately.I was in the Temple.The carved stone walls, the smell of incense heavy in the air, and the whispered chants echoing everywhere.My bare feet touched the cold floor.I knew this place.But I was

Megan Stole — In the Last Cell.As we prepared to leave, the larger, stronger soldier handed us the keys.''Here... you can give her the food... usually one of us would accompany you, but as there are only two of us now, it won't be possible... just give me back the keys before you leave... her cell is the last one, remember.'' He took the heavy bunch of keys from his pocket and held it out toward us.Julie acted quickly and took them, tucking them into her apron pocket.We thanked him and prepared to leave.As we moved down the hallway, the sounds of footsteps grew louder and louder.The corridor was dark and damp, and the sound of the cart's wheels squeaking brought me to the brink of collapse. Julie walked beside me, her shoulders hunched, her mouth half open as if she were about to cry—or vomit.The soldier had said that the prisoner's cell was the last one. The deepest.The farthest.And as we walked, the torches grew fewer. The light dimmed. The air grew colder. Denser. More fou

Roland J. Hall — Until the End.We were hiding in the shadows. Edward and I crouched between the tall bushes and the old wood that marked the end of the prison yard. The undergrowth covered most of the structure. From there, we had a partial view of the entrance, but not enough to see inside. Still... we were ready.Our hands were clenched. Our ears were alert. Our bodies were tense, as if the hunt could begin at any second.Time seemed to stand still.Then... the sound came.First, muffled.Then screams.The sound of iron against the floor. Running footsteps. A high-pitched, desperate scream.Something had gone wrong. Edward looked at me and said nothing. He just nodded his head.We ran.We left our hiding place like arrows shot from a bow.And it was at that exact moment that the prison door opened. Julie appeared first, pushing the cart hard, desperate. Her gaze met ours, wide, as if she had finally seen salvation.Edward ran to her immediately, asking where the others were, Michel

Julie Marven — Hope in the Form of a Whisper.I was crying.I couldn't hold it back.My arms trembled around Michelle's body, and my face was hidden in her chest, as if my warmth would be enough to bring her back.But she was still there... motionless.She looked so small.Cold.“Stay with me, please...” I whispered once more, my eyes burning. “We promised we'd save you... remember? So please... Hang on, just a little longer.”She didn't answer.She was just breathing. Shallow, irregular breaths.I held her tightly, praying she would get better soon. Megan was in front, silent. The reins were tight, her face wet with tears; she no longer tried to hide.The road was dark, and only the moonlight filtering through the clouds made the trees visible. The bushes passed us like ghosts. The cold wind cut through our skin.And yet... there, in that fleeing wagon, it seemed safer than anywhere else.“What now...?” I asked, my voice almost gone. “Where are we going, Megan?”She didn't answer.Bu

Anabelle Mixon— When Dreams Turn Into Nightmares.I was having the most wonderful dream of my life.The sky was clear. The breeze was gentle. And there she was... on her knees. Bleeding. Begging. Her dirty hands raised while Matthew, my Matthew, held my waist and said, “She never meant anything to me. Only you, Anabelle. My love.”It was perfect.Until... I woke up.Heavy footsteps.The clanking of armor.Soldiers were running through the palace in the middle of the night.For a second, I thought it was a continuation of the dream. But the sounds became too real, too loud. And, as always, too annoying.I threw the covers aside angrily and jumped out of bed. I was still wearing my soft, lacy nightgown, and over it I threw one of my most luxurious robes, wine-colored with gold detailing. I wasn't going to look like some peasant, even rushing.I put on my shoes and descended the stairs elegantly. The polished marble reflected my beautiful image, the cold of dawn licking my skin... and th