Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Omega's Choice : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

If it were completely up to me, I'd stay in the mountain cabin for the rest of my confused and controversial life.But it's not up to me, is it? Lior is always needed down in town as Beta and he always loves that I'm close to him at all times.Weird, but I don't mind. If he's obsessed, then I'll happily let him be. My mind is still not clear from the series of thoughts I've been having about him, but I guess I can put that aside and just live and love in the moment.Besides, maybe I was just being paranoid. You know, once bitten twice shy.Back at the pack house, things feel… different. Lior has been incredibly attentive since our return from the cabin. He insists I shouldn’t be doing the usual omega chores anymore. “You’re with me now, little star,” he’d said, his arm possessively around my shoulders as he steered me away from the laundry piles. Instead, I find myself helping him with his Beta duties, mostly paperwork that seems endless and a little dull, but I don’t complain. It

The woods only offer a temporary escape, a place where Cyan runs until his lungs burn and his muscles scream, a desperate attempt to outrun the gnawing emptiness inside me. But the quiet fury that propels me through the trees eventually gives way to a bone-deep exhaustion, and I am forced to return to the suffocating reality of the pack house.Zara is waiting. Of course she is. I've been gone for about a day, approximately, which is not my nature, so if course she'll be waiting.Her face, usually so composed, is etched with worry, her eyes red-rimmed like she'd been crying.As I step through the door, the scent of her anxiety thick in the air, she rushes towards me, her arms outstretched. Instinctively, I flinch, a raw, visceral reaction I can’t control. I shove her away, not hard, but enough to make her stumble back, a hurt gasp escaping her lips.“Nox!” Her voice is a choked whisper, her eyes wide with a confusion that mirrors my own internal chaos. “What in the moon’s name…?”“Ju

I stumble back into the pack house, the scent of damp earth and pine clinging to my fur. Another reckless run. Another night spent trying to outpace the relentless gnawing in my gut. It never works. Cyan is a restless beast within me, mirroring my own fractured state. "Another stellar display of Alpha leadership," he snarls, the sarcasm dripping.Just as I’m about to retreat to my room, hoping for a few hours of oblivion, Gareth, one of the enforcers, blocks my path. His face is grim, his usual jovial demeanor absent.“Alpha,” he says, his voice low and serious. “You’re needed in the council hall. It’s urgent.”“Can’t it wait?” I grumble, the thought of facing anyone right now making my skin crawl.“No, Alpha. Your mother specifically requested your presence. She said it can’t wait another moment.”My mother. That cold woman who seems to always be disappointed in me no matter what I do."Well, if I were her, wouldn't I be?" Cyan laughs dryly. If she’s summoning me, it’s likely no

It feels like the ground just gave way beneath my damn feet.The official decree hangs in the air of the council hall, heavy and suffocating. Each word, spoken by Elder Maeve with a solemn finality, is another nail in my damn coffin. Stripped. Temporarily, they keep saying, like that’s supposed to make it any better. Like the weight of it, the sheer humiliation, isn’t crushing me.Zara stands beside my mother, bathed in the artificial light, her expression a mask of calm authority. Acting Alpha. The words echo in the stunned silence of the hall. Then, one by one, the pack members bow. My pack. Bending their damn knees to her. Cyan snarls in my head, a raw, guttural sound that mirrors the rage clawing at my throat. "Look at your kingdom, falling to your feet… for her," he scoffs. "I bet you've seen now the kind of woman you're mated to? A usurper!"Who do I hate more right now? Myself, for this monumental screw-up? Zara, for this calculated… opportunity? Or Lior, that slimy ba

Oh, for fucks sake, it feels like the silence in this damn room is deafening, amplifying every stupid decision I’ve ever made.The reek of stale whiskey hangs heavy in the air of my bed chambers, a fitting aroma for the mess I’ve become. The room is dim, the heavy curtains drawn against the unwanted intrusion of daylight. My head throbs with a dull, persistent ache, a constant reminder of the poison I’ve been pouring down my throat. Zara, along with her perfume, is gone. Off playing Alpha, attending to the damn duties that should be mine. With my mother and Lior, I guess.How fitting, isn't it?The irony isn’t lost on me. The new power trio. Cyan remains stubbornly silent, refusing to surface, the stubborn bastard. Probably disgusted with me and by me. I don’t blame him.Loneliness is a physical weight, pressing down on my chest, stealing my breath. It’s a hollow emptiness that echoes the void Tamsin left, even though she was never truly mine to begin with. My fated mate. Reject