The Omega Rises: The Alphas True Born のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Zevs POVShe’s walking toward us now. Alyssa. Her hair is braided back in that neat, Moonborn way—tightly woven, almost regal.It pulls her face back, shows the sharp edges of her cheekbones, the quiet strength in her jaw. Her expression is calm.Too calm.She almost looks peaceful, like this isn’t a death march. Like she’s already accepted whatever fate we’re marching her toward. But I can see the tension in her shoulders. The way her hands twitch at her sides. She won’t look at me. Not even once. And gods, I deserve that. She passes through the middle of the soldiers.They part just enough to let her through.The silence around her is thick, watchful. Everyone's pretending not to judge her, but we all know they are. Whispering in their heads. And still, she doesn’t look up. Doesn’t look at me. “She's just one person, Kira,” I say, my voice low. “Do we really need all these soldiers here?” Kira strolls over to me, the curve of her lips smug. She’s wearing leather and steel to

Zevs POVThe scent of antiseptic clings to the air as I walk beside him. My boots hit the sterile floor in a slow rhythm, echoing down the long corridor.The lights above flicker slightly, casting pale shadows on the hospital walls. Every step I take feels heavier, like something is building in the space between us. Something unspoken. Something dangerous.My father, is silent at first. His jaw is tight, his shoulders squared, the way they always are when he’s holding something back.“You need to tell me who she is, Zev.”His voice is low. Steady. But there’s a tension in it that wasn’t there before. A weight that tightens my chest.“What do you mean, Dad?”We round a corner, passing a nurse who lowers her eyes when she sees us. He doesn’t answer right away. Just breathes through his nose and keeps walking.He stops. Turns to face me fully.“Zev, I’m not joking.” His eyes—dark and sharp—cut into mine. “What is she?”I blink. “I don’t know what you mean. She’s… she’s an omega. That’s a

Alyssa’s POVIt’s been weeks.Weeks of living in this nightmare. Of dragging my feet through the filth of Fenrath’s training fields, of scrubbing blood-stained blades I didn’t wield, of hauling weapons I’ll never be trusted to use. My hands are blistered.My back aches every night. But it’s not the labor that breaks me—it’s the waiting. The silence. The unknowing.Arthur… the others… what if Zev was right? What if the shuck attacks really are getting worse?I try not to let the panic settle in my chest, but it creeps in anyway. I haven’t seen Zev in days—not that I’m looking. And when I do see him, he avoids my gaze like a coward. Kira, on the other hand, never misses a chance to remind me of what I am.Alyssa the Omega.The servant.The entitled traitor.I’m crouched behind the smithy, catching a breath, the scent of iron and smoke still thick in my nose. My fingers rub absently at the small scar along my wrist. A reminder that I am a survivor.“A penny for your thoughts?” Cara’s voi

Kira’s PovThe whole Academy feels different today.The air hums, the walls almost vibrating with the energy that doesn't belong to me anymore.It belongs to her.Alyssa.I watch from the upper corridor, arms crossed tight over my chest, nails biting into my skin.Down below, students I once ruled with a single glance now circle around her like bees drunk on honey.I hear their stupid voices, the whispered awe."Did you see her fight?""She didn’t even flinch when the Blood Clan attacked!""She’s something else. Something powerful."I grind my teeth until my jaw aches.What’s so special about her?She’s an omega. A runt. A nobody dragged out of dirt and darkness.And yet here she stands, stealing the breath and attention that has always belonged to me.The jealousy burns so sharp it almost blinds me.“She’s just the new mystery, Kira,” Gwen says beside me, trying to soothe what she doesn’t understand. She twirls her hair, pretending not to see the storm brewing inside me. “Once the sh

Alyssas PovI’m walking away from the training ground, the sun hanging low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the trees.The air is crisp, filled with the earthy scent of pine and damp soil. My heart is still racing from the day’s exercises, but I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope. It’s not so bad here. Everyone seems welcoming, their laughter echoing in the distance, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket.“Alyssa, what do you think?” Cara’s voice breaks through my thoughts, her excitement bubbling over as she skips beside me. “Fenrath is not as bad as you thought, is it?” she finishes, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.I shake my head, a sigh escaping my lips. “Cara, it’s not about Fenrath being good or bad. I just want my freedom.” My voice is steady, but the weight of my words hangs heavy in the air. “I don’t want to answer to anyone.”“But you are a werewolf,” Cara insists, her brow furrowing in concern. “We are pack creatures. If you leave, you will always be an o