All Chapters of The Omega Who Walked Away: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Being back in the Silvan Packhouse after almost seven years is not how I wanted to celebrate my birthday. I haven't been here since the worst day of my life. I left in pieces that day and I've been trying to put them back together ever since. I vowed never to return, and yet, here I am, going against everything I believe in. Like the fact that you should never willingly return to the home of someone who metaphorically punched a hole in your chest, pulled your heart out and stomped on it in front of everyone. Unluckily for me, when the Silvan family gives an order, you have to comply. Especially when the whole country is under several attacks and every single pack is on edge. I came back to the Silvan Pack two months ago and that’s when the threats in neighboring packs started. I knew in the back of my head the Council would make it my fault as soon as they heard I’m back and I clearly wasn’t wrong because I received a letter twenty-four hours ago from them, politely asking me to

The packhouse hasn’t changed at all. Dark walls, massive windows with thick dark red curtains, gothic ancient furniture and bad juju. Seriously, there’s some dark vibes in this house that can’t be cleansed, even with the strongest sage. It never ever felt like a home, not even during my best days in here.“Ivy Doreen, right? Welcome to the Silvan packhouse,” A young girl says when she spots me lurking around the foyer, walking briskly to us. She’s an omega and clearly a new worker, so she doesn’t know I’m not exactly welcome here, “Alpha Remington, the council is waiting for both of you already. Please, follow me.” “Thank you, Felicia,” he responds behind me. My boots echo against the floor as we follow the omega down a familiar hallway in painful silence until we reach the Lion’s den. The council chamber looks different. Same stone floors, but now they have 6 high-backed chairs arranged in a semicircle like some kind of tribunal. The air smells of something faintly metalli

"I didn’t know you’d be given our old bedroom, I’m sorry about that," Remington says, giving himself permission to lean against the doorframe, "Sometimes I stay here, when I... don't want to go to the main bedroom." With his wife. "I noticed," I reply, trying to keep my tongue in check. Even if I hate his guts, he's still my Alpha. Buagh, "It smells like terrible decisions in here." And terrible consequences, even if the consequences are the cutest boy I've ever seen. "You’re still a sharp little knife,” he murmurs, his eyes narrowing with just a speck of playfulness. "And you're still standing here like you want to get cut or something," I scoff, looking down his big body, "Don't you have some Alpha business to attend to?" "Yes, actually. I just came to say something else,” he says, all playfulness gone. "About the rogues?" I ask, already turning back toward the room, "You can come in." He follows me, but he doesn’t sit down next to me. Instead, he stands just inside the do

I give the two men one last smile and walk away, almost jumping with joy as I go. This little victory means I get to keep my secrets for a little longer and Remington won't get the chance to fight for his child and take him away from me.And that’s good for Rem because if he ever tries to get my baby away from me, I will end him and this stupid pack I already have lots of hate for. Instead of going back inside to continue feeling suffocated with memories and bad juju, I decide to take a little walk around the garden while I wait for Cassie to pack our stuff and come here.Of course, back in the day, me and Remington would spend most of our time together out here, away from his overbearing, annoying mom and his mean dad. And the rest of his weird family who were always way too involved in his life.We both loved nature, so we would lay around on the grass all the time. Sometimes, he would shift to his white wolf and he would let me get on his back before taking off running. I adored