All Chapters of The Omega's Choice : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The day starts bright and breezy on the private beach, the kind of postcard-perfect scene that should inspire pure, unadulterated joy. Lior, however, seems determined to instigate a sand war. He scoops up a handful of warm, gritty grains and playfully throws it at me, a wide grin splitting his handsome face. I yelp, more in surprise than actual annoyance, and take off running along the water’s edge, the cool waves lapping at my bare feet. It’s silly, childish even, but for a fleeting moment, a genuine smile touches my lips. It’s easy to get caught up in his infectious energy, even when a tiny voice in the back of my head whispers that this carefree Lior feels… different. Errr...almost too scripted, like he just knows what to say or do to create a perfect moment.He chases after me, his laughter echoing across the empty stretch of sand. When he finally catches me, his arms wrap around my waist, lifting me into the air with surprising strength. He spins me around, the world a blur

“I saw Vince last night,” I say, my voice low but steady. The words hang in the air like smoke, fragile and heavy. A tremor runs through me at the memory of Vince’s eyes...too knowing, too close...and the sharp, intimate scent that clung to him like heat. “I thought he was still… abroad.”The morning light creeps in through the expensive curtains, golden and intense, cutting across the space between Lior and me like a blade. Normally, it’s comforting. Today, it feels like a fucking spotlight on everything we’re not saying.Lior stands by the window, all cold elegance and distance, framed by the lush, perfect view of Vince’s estate. He doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t even twitch. The silence stretches so thin, I feel like if I speak too loud it’ll snap and slice us both in two.Finally, he speaks — smooth, too smooth. “Oh? Did you now? I figured he was done with whatever glamorous distraction took him away. Don’t you think?”Then, a beat. A turn of the screw.“And what were you doing ou

I walk the halls like I’m in a dream I don’t want to be awake for. Feet soft against the tiles, mind full of static. The house is quiet again, like nothing just broke wide open behind the west wing outdoor office.But I’m not the same girl who walked into that wing hoping for answers.I saw everything.And I heard enough.Kira is already on her feet in my mind before I reach my room."Told you."Her voice is sharp, dry. Not cruel, but definitely smug."Told you not to trust the pretty one. But nooo, you wanted to play house with a snake."“Don’t,” I mumble as I get into my room. I shut the door behind me harder than I mean to. “Not now, Kira.”"You let him touch you," she snaps. "Let him crawl into your head, your skin, your fucking soul. You ignored every instinct I sent you because he knew how to make you feel wanted for five goddamn seconds."I freeze in the center of the room. Her words slap hard—hard enough to crack something loose.“I wasn’t swayed by the money,” I whisper, most

Lior doesn't know that I saw him getting fucked a few nights ago. He must have noticed I've changed a little.I care less about his affection for me...I never ask him to touch me...my nipples never bud when he's near me...my undies never get soaked when he runs his fingers around their lines.But why?He doesn't even have the slightest clue. It's hard, I'm not going to lie to myself that it's not. I fell in love with him. I changed who I was, cut my hair because he liked it that way, bleached it blonde, because that's what he wanted to see.All the dresses in my closet shows more of my skin that the actual fabric of the clothes. I don't eat as much cake as I would like...all because I wanted to be the one person he looked at and smiled.Well, I got a car out of it...and I also forgot what it meant to be an omega.I'd give that to him.But still...I lost myself. I let him lie to me for five...no, not five. Seven months.Kira found out five months ago and tried to spare me from wasting

I wake up to an empty bed. For a second, I think maybe Dante just slipped into the bathroom or the kitchen for coffee, but the sheets beside me are cold. Tidy. Like he never slept here at all. But there’s a bouquet of white roses on the bedside table. Elegant, tight-budded. Their scent is soft, not too loud. Just... present. "You’ve got a new admirer," Kira teases from the back of my mind. "Should I start picking out wedding colors?" I roll my eyes and sit up slowly, pushing the comforter off my legs. The room is silent, and I feel like a ghost inside it. “He’s sweet,” I murmur, reaching out to touch the petal of one rose. “But he’s not…” "Not him." Kira finishes for me, and I hate how right she sounds. "You know he’s not the one, Tamsin." I don't answer. Not because I disagree, but because I don't have the energy to lie to myself this early in the morning. "So, what now?" she asks, her voice quieter now. More grounded. "Are we running? Hiding? Crying in a tub with a bottle o