บททั้งหมดของ The Omega's Choice : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I knock once on Lior’s door before pushing it open, my arms full of pack reports and territory updates. The room smells like leather and fresh parchment, a comforting mix I’ve come to associate with him. He’s seated at his desk, but the moment I step in, he straightens like he’s been waiting on edge all day.“There she is,” he says, grinning in that charming, boyish way of his that makes my stomach flutter against my will. “I thought you’d never come.”I feel my heart leap into my throat. We haven't seen each other for almost a week, I think. Since the day at the cabin on the mountains.Since the kiss.It means that I've had time to unravel and put myself together...for the most part.I laugh softly. “You literally asked me to come ten minutes ago.”“Ten very long minutes,” he murmurs, standing to take the papers from me. His fingers graze mine—too gentle to be accidental, too subtle to comment on. "It's a crime to keep your Beta waiting, you know."I chuckle, but say nothing.We se

"What did you expect to find? Tamsin cleaning his shoes?" Cyan barks in my head as I'm still struggling to grasp the sight in front of me.I've been trailing them for a couple minutes now, wondering where Lior was taking her when he seductively pulled her away from the kitchens.Cyan had already told me the outcome of the chase from the very moment they began heading down the halls and taking paths that lead to the utility level."They're going to catch a few orgasms," he'd said. But I wanted to give it a benefit if doubt.You know, you can't conclude until you see it for sure.Well, now I see them.Down the hallway near the south wing—where the light always falls like molten gold across the walls—there they are. Tamsin and Lior, tucked into the shadows like they belong there. Like they’ve been carved into that space together, warm and easy and intimate.Lior's head dips, his lips brushing against hers. Soft and slow. Her hand curls around his wrist, fingers light, affectionate. She

Lior’s lips are soft against mine. There’s nothing urgent about the way he kisses me—no rush, no heat demanding more. Just warmth. Gentle and slow, like the way moonlight creeps across the porch. His fingers trace the side of my jaw, tilting my face just enough so he can deepen the kiss.And I let him.The world feels quieter when we’re like this. When my thoughts don’t get loud, when my chest doesn’t ache with things I don’t understand. Out here, under the stars, with Lior’s breath warm against my mouth, I forget the past. Just a little. Just long enough.He pulls back slightly and brushes his thumb over my cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful, Tamsin,” he whispers, voice hoarse.I smile, soft and shy. “You say that like I don’t believe it.”“Because you don’t,” he says, and then kisses me again before I can argue.Eventually, the cold sneaks under my sweater, and Lior leads me back inside with a hand at the small of my back. We don’t bother with clothes. The bed is warm, and his body

My stomach does a nervous little flip as I smooth down the fabric of the dress Lior picked out for me. It’s a deep forest green, the color making my golden eyes seem even brighter, or so Lior tells me. The harvest celebration is in full swing outside, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats, sweet cider, and the earthy aroma of the season. Laughter drifts in through the open windows of Lior's room in the pack house, a boisterous wave that makes me want to burrow deeper under the covers.“Come on, little star,” he had said earlier, his voice a warm rumble that always manages to soothe my frayed nerves. “Everyone wants to celebrate with you.” His hand, calloused but gentle, had cupped my cheek, his green eyes full of an affection that still feels a little too bright, a little too intense sometimes. He insists I belong out there, amongst the pack, that I shouldn’t let Nox’s… well, everything… keep me hidden away.So here I am, taking a deep breath and stepping out into the coo

The training fields are mostly deserted this morning, the early light casting long shadows across the worn dirt. Perfect. I’ve been tracking Lior’s scent since he left his cabin, a bitter tang of pine and leather cloyingly sweet clinging to him. He’s over by the sparring dummies, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he lands a half-hearted kick. He knows I’m here. He always does.“Lior,” I call out, my voice low and tight as I step into the clearing. Cyan rumbles in the back of my mind, a low growl that mirrors the tension coiling in my gut. "About damn time."Lior turns, his smirk widening. “Alpha. Fancy meeting you here. Decided to finally get some training in?” His tone is light, almost cheerful, which only serves to fuel my simmering anger.“Don’t play coy with me,” I snarl, taking a step closer. “I know what you’re doing.”His eyebrows lift in mock surprise. “Oh? And what exactly am I doing, dear Alpha?”“You’re taking advantage of her,” I accuse, the words raw with jealousy.