Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Omega's Choice : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Don't come at me, but I finally made up my mind to move out of Lunaris with Lior. Call it peer pressure or being foolish for love, but I think it's the right thing to do......even though I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind pulling me forward even though every fiber of my being screaming at me to stay put.I sit on the edge of my worn mattress in the omega quarters, the small duffel bag at my feet a pathetic representation of my life here. Not much to pack, really. A few sets of clothes, folded neatly, a framed photograph of the parents I never met, their smiles forever frozen in a happier time, and the tiny silver wolf pendant Kira insisted I keep, a tangible link to the wildness within me. It's a pity, the little amount of belongings I have as an eighteen year old going on nineteen, giving into consideration that I also cleaned the cabin clean too of whatever I had taken there previously.Well, I guess it helps to own little, especially when I don't know wher

I stand there, rooted to the spot like some ancient, gnarled tree, long after they’ve disappeared into the suffocating darkness of the woods. My lungs burn, each inhale feeling shallow and useless, like I’m drowning in air."You let her go! You fucking idiot!" Cyan’s roar echoes inside my skull, a furious tempest mirroring the storm raging in my chest. "You know he's only going to break her!"Without thinking, I lash out, my fist connecting with the rough bark of a nearby oak. Pain explodes through my knuckles, a sharp, white-hot agony that does nothing to quell the deeper ache. It doesn’t help. Nothing fucking will.The walk back to town is a blur of self-loathing and the lingering scent of her, a ghost of strawberries in the damp night air. The pack members that most probably heard the squabble and came out to see what it was about, eye me as I trudge past, their gazes a mixture of pity and something akin to fear. I reek of blood and failure, a potent cocktail that seems to phy

I’m losing my fucking mind. That’s the only explanation for this gaping hole in my chest, this constant, gnawing ache that feels less like the severed mating bond and more like… me. Just me, raw and exposed. The terrifying truth is starting to sink in, slow and agonizing. I don’t need the ghost of a connection to feel for Tamsin anymore. Somewhere along the way, despite the distance, despite my own stupidity, I developed feelings for her. Real, honest-to-goodness feelings. And that scares the shit out of me.I guess the habit of my stalking, the habit of my endless thinking about her, the habit of my endless regrets...well, I guess doing all that created an album of her in my heart.Now I'm thinking... that stupid curse...was it worth rejecting that girl for? Now she's in the arms of the one man I know for certain is going to ruin her.And not only that, but she's in uncharted territory. She's probably going to the city with Lior. I know he's always talked about it. That must be

The days that follow blur into a strange sort of routine, a rhythm dictated by Lior’s whims and the overwhelming novelty of this human world. I try to settle into it, to find some semblance of comfort in the luxurious penthouse and the constant attention Lior showers upon me. It’s easy to get swept up in the sheer spectacle of it all, the glittering city lights, the effortless wealth that surrounds us. Sometimes, I almost manage to forget the unease that still flickers beneath the surface, the unanswered questions and the lingering scent of that man in the lobby. Almost.“Get dressed, little star,” Lior says, way too chirper for the morning, his voice smooth as silk as he leans against the doorframe of the bedroom. He’s impeccably dressed, as always since we got here, in clothes that look both expensive and effortlessly stylish. “I have a surprise for you. I think it’s high time my beautiful Tamsin had a wardrobe befitting a queen.”A thrill of excitement, something I haven’t fe

Home alone again. I guess I should better start getting used to it.The silence in the penthouse stretches, a heavy blanket woven with my own restless thoughts. Lior has been gone since last night, a whirlwind of a kiss on my forehead and a promise to make it up to me later before he disappeared out the door. “Business,” he’d said with that charming, slightly mysterious smile that usually melts away my worries. But this time, the worry lingers.The past two weeks replay in my mind, a series of disjointed images and unsettling whispers. The weird packages, arriving in the dead of night, their contents unknown, quietly whisked away by Lior when he thought I was asleep. The hushed phone calls in that rapid Italian, the words I couldn’t understand painting a backdrop of secrecy to our new life.And then there’s Vince. He’s been around more than I expected for just an “investor.” I’ve feigned sleep on several occasions when I’ve heard his voice outside the door, a low murmur that so