Semua Bab Omega's Reckoning The Trials: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Maddox POVThe scent of her is everywhere. It clings to the air, heavier than before, thick with Heat and the unmistakable sting of pain. I try to ignore it. Try to act like it’s background noise, like it’s nothing more than what it is for every Omega in this cursed place.But it isn’t.She’s seated not far from us, across the dining hall with the rest of the Omegas. I can’t see her face clearly, but I don’t need to. My wolf is clawing at me from the inside, howling with frustration and need. He feels her. Feels her pain. Feels the heat twisting through her and the bond that burns like an open wound between us because we haven’t mated. Because I claimed her and didn’t complete it.I sit forward slightly, pressing my elbows to the table, trying to focus on the food in front of me, but everything tastes wrong. My mouth is dry, and my skin feels too tight. The collar didn’t stop the bond from growing. Now that we’re in the same room, breathing the same air, it’s back in full force. Worse

Veyra POVI hate this, I hate how good it feels to be touched and how quickly my body stops trembling as soon as Maddox pulls me closer to him. My wolf is still pressing hard against my ribs, she's whining and pacing, desperate for more than just the comfort of being held.She's clawing at me from the inside, pushing toward him with a hunger I don't want to acknowledge.The burn in the claim mark on my neck is beginning to ease slightly now. It's not vanished completely but it's dull enough that I can breathe again. My skin isn't searing anymore, and my bones no longer feel like they're grinding against each other from the pressure of the bond.I hate that his touch fixes it, I that part of me that needs this, like it's survival.He shifts me slightly in his grip, one arm wrapped firmly around my waist, his hand splayed across my ribs, holding me flush against his chest. His breath ghosts against my throat, warm and steady. Then his lips brush just beneath my ear. It isn’t a kiss. Not

Veyra POVAs I step into the main room, I see the women already. They are standing in a few lines and waiting. The tension is heavy and thicker than it was before.Rael stands in front of them, his voice is raised loud enough for everyone to hear it. "It will last until after the sun sets. Twenty-four hours, minimum. You must survive the entire night and day."My stomach sinks hard. Twenty-four hours? In this condition? I'm going to struggle. Maddox's smug look now makes sense. Refusing to be knotted is setting me up to fail. I won't agree though.Rael's eyes flick toward me briefly before the keeps talking. "You're wolves, which means you should be able to survive in the wild. You can help each other, sure, if you want to. But remember, we are watching, and if you rely on others too much, you'll be thrown out to the rogues."Thrown out, left to be used and killed. Sounds like every other trial right now.Dagen steps forward now, his expression flat. “There are traps set everywhere. Y

Rael POVI can’t help but watch her. She looks amazing, broken, dying, but still fighting.“She’s going to burn herself out before midnight,” Vane mutters beside me, but I don’t answer.Maybe she will. Maybe she’ll push herself so hard she collapses under the weight of it all. But part of me knows that’s not who Veyra is. She doesn’t fall easily, even when everything inside her is tearing itself apart.She straightens slowly, her face pale under the moonlight that’s filtering through the trees. For a second, she sways even more, and my hand tightens into a fist. She doesn’t drop though. She grits her teeth and moves forward again, slipping deeper into the woods, one foot after another.She’s stubborn. She’s dying. And she still refuses to quit.I sit back slightly, letting out a slow breath. If anyone thinks she’s going to crumble without a fight, they’re idiots. Even with the bonds burning her from the inside out, even with the heat shredding her focus and body, she’s still moving, s

Vane POVThe hours pass slow and heavy. None of us speak much after that. The screens glow in front of us, the only light in the darkened observation room. I try to keep my gaze moving between the different Omegas, watching them stumble through the forest, some trying to build shelters, others just curling up under trees and hoping the night spares them.But no matter how much I try to spread my focus, my eyes keep dragging back to her.Veyra.She’s still tucked into the little shelter she built, her body hidden behind the thick wall of branches and thorns she dragged into place. She’s smarter than the others. She chose a place off the main paths, dug in tight against the trees, hidden and protected by the thorns she wove around her.She’s been still for hours now, only moving when she adjusts the branches or shifts slightly to ease the stiffness in her body. I know she’s awake though. There’s a tension in her even when she lies still. A readiness.Dagen tenses suddenly beside me. His