บททั้งหมดของ Omega's Reckoning The Trials: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

VEYRA POV I continue eating even though my stomach feels tighter with every bite. The news of the Silvermoon event lingeres in my mind like a dark cloud. It's just something I need to deal with, it's not the trials, it's a ritual. I've barely finished chewing when the weight of the room shifts. I expect it to be the Alpha's moving. There the scrape of chairs, and the clatter of dropped cutlery that fill the air and the tension in the air continues to thicken. Ignoring it, because I don't want the drama I continue eating, until I hear my name whispered low, sharp and full of venom. “She has all of them.”My head raises cautiously, and I see it instantly. The stares, cold and bitter form every sing of the long hall. All the Omegas are watching me with narrowed eyes, their gazes flicking to my neck. No! I didn't think about the marks. I totally forgot about the fresh wounds of teeth and bonds. Not from just one of the Alphas but all four of them. I wasn't thinking, I just had to eat,

Maddox POVLyra steps closer, as if my turning my back to her meant nothing at all.Her voice is calm when she speaks.“You all failed.”I go still.She says it without venom. No smug smile. No sharp edge in her voice. Just a statement, soft and direct, like she’s pointing out the weather.“You failed to make sure she died in the first trial.”I turn fully this time, slow and deliberate. My glare is enough to silence most people. But Lyra was never most people. She just lifts her chin a little, like she’s waiting for me to catch up. I was wrong, she's also a fool, and that foolishness she has... It's about to lead her to her death. Will Dagen even care if I kill his sister?“You didn’t even try to hide it,” she says. “Storming out like that. Letting them all see how much it got to you.”My jaw tightens and my wolf surges. The bond itches in the base of my skull like a brand I can’t scrub clean. She’s poking at it, at me, and for a second, I almost admire how casually she does it.But

LYRA POVI walk away from Maddox and smile.The night air is cool, but it does nothing to douse the warmth that flares through my chest. Satisfaction. Anticipation. Victory. It’s about time Veyra was destroyed, and this time, I’ll be the one to make sure it happens. I won't fail where they did; I will make sure she disappears from this trial and the rogues destroy her.Let them believe she's untouchable now. Let them think the ritual will bind her tighter to the Alphas, that she’ll rise from the ashes of her own ruin stronger than before.I know better.Because they don’t see what I do.Veyra doesn’t belong here. She never did. She was supposed to be exiled, forgotten, and hated. Actually, she should never have been born. That is what made me hate her. I was meant to marry her brother, the one she replaced. Firstborns are always boys until Veyra.No matter how many times she falls, someone always catches her. Dagen. Rael. Vane. Maddox. Even the fucking rogue tried to keep her alive.

Dagen POVI smirk between them, and move back. "The floor is yours, fight for our amusement."The Omega shifts her weight, then casts a quick glance downward at the polished marble beneath her feet.“This floor is marble. It’s slippery. Fighting here doesn’t seem safe.” Is she for real? Safe? One of them is dying. How is that safe? Is she hoping we call time before the final hit? She's wrong. I don’t bother to hide my irritation. I tilt my head and let the edge of a smile creep into my voice.“You’re afraid of a little polish?” I ask. “Is that really the excuse you’re reaching for, after you stood in front of all of us and said you wanted to fight her? Neither of you are safe, one is dying regardless of the floor.”She opens her mouth like she wants to argue, but nothing comes out. She hadn’t expected me to say yes to her fighting Veyra right now. She expected resistance. Control. Maybe even protection.Instead, she got an audience and an invitation.I step back and gesture to the op

VEYRA The silence sits between us like blood in water, staining the air. Maddox walks out again. Typical.Dagen simply continues watching me steadily, his arms are crossed, jaw locked. Vane shifts his weight near the wall, a single brow raised. Rael’s gaze is more difficult to read, but it’s focused, intense. Not cold. Just… unsettled. I don't like this. I know they think I knew, that I had done this before. I hadn't.“I never meant to do it,” I say at last. “Whatever that was—whatever came out of me—I didn’t know it was there. I didn’t even know I was capable of it.” I look at them. "I swear, I had no idea that would happen."“We know,” Rael says softly. “That’s why we haven’t ripped your throat out.” His words are cold, and my head drops. I get it, magic like mine isn't good. Vane lets out a dry breath, half a scoff. “Yet.”“Don’t joke,” Dagen snaps at him, then turns back to me. “You’re telling the truth?”“I am.” I have no reason to lie, I hate them, I would have used my magic