บททั้งหมดของ The Omega Queen: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Clarissa's POVThree days had slipped by since my last attempt to mindlink Drey, and during those days, I carried a silence within me that felt heavier than any burden I'd ever returned with from the mountains. This silence didn’t stem from the pack, nor from Tessy, or even from the essence sealed away in Camellia’s care. No, it came from Drey.I had reached out to him previously, while trying out this new gift of mindlinking, pouring my heart into the invisible thread binding us. But he had responded with nothing. The emptiness that followed nearly shattered me. It felt like I was just fooling myself.Yet, I couldn’t stop trying.That morning, I found myself seated on the porch of Tessy’s apartment, with Jasmine curled up at my feet, her warm fur brushing against my bare ankles. The air was filled with the gentle sound of the river rolling far below, steady and indifferent, as if it were unaware of how much turmoil brewed within me. My hands rested on my lap, but my mind was anythi

Helen’s POVThe whispers about Clarissa’s return reached me sooner than I expected. News traveled fast within Riverside, especially now that I sat among the ruling council. My seat at the long oak table gave me more than a voice; it gave me access. Access to information, to decisions, and to secrets. And with secrets came power.I had fought hard for that chair. Harder than anyone could imagine. I had clawed my way back into the good graces of the council after the shame I suffered, after Clarissa’s presence had once thrown me into the shadows. People thought I had disappeared for good, but wolves like me didn’t vanish. We waited, we listened and we learned when to strike.When I first heard that Clarissa had returned, my blood boiled. Even though blind, she had managed to plant herself in the hearts of those who should have forgotten her. Blindness was supposed to weaken her and make her dependent. Yet instead, it made her some sort of symbol of strength, of resilience. I hated how t

Clarissa's POV I began to notice it slowly, like the first chill of winter creeping beneath a door. At first, I thought it was my imagination; that perhaps my blindness had made me oversensitive to people’s tones, to the weight of silence, to the subtle things sighted ones often missed. But then the small changes began to pile up, and the air around me felt different, colder and heavier.The first time was in the pack kitchen. I had gone in with Jasmine padding quietly at my side, her steady breathing guiding me more than the faint scrape of her paws on stone. The scent of baked bread and roasted herbs filled the air, and I smiled, grateful for the normalcy of it. I reached for the counter where I always placed my hand to find my way toward the cupboards.“Good morning,” I said gently, tilting my head toward the warmth of voices I heard ahead.The chatter that had filled the room hushed. For a moment, no one replied. The silence pressed into me, heavy and unnatural. Then one voice, N

Clarissa's POV The hostility and animosity toward me from pack members had become painfully obvious. I remembered going to the kitchen one afternoon to get a cup of tea when a female pack member suddenly bumped into me. The cup slipped from my hands, shattered on the floor, and the hot liquid splashed across my feet. Instead of apologizing, she hissed and began hurling insults at me.I was called all sorts of unprintable names, yet I chose to walk away. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t her fault—or that of the others who treated me the same way. I knew whose hand was behind it all. Helen. She was poisoning their minds, planting seeds of hatred in their hearts.But the height of it all came one night after I had taken a warm shower. I was just getting ready to rest when someone knocked on the door. The messenger said Alpha Thompson had sent for me.I frowned, puzzled. “Did he say why?” Tessy asked, her tone sharp with concern.The messenger shook his head. “No, ma’am. I was only told to br

Clarissa's POV Morning light meant little to me because I could not see it, but I could feel it. It came like a soft warmth on my face, slipping through the window beside my bed. Jasmine, my loyal dog, had been up before me. I could hear her tail brushing the floor and the quiet rhythm of her breathing as she waited for me to move.“Good morning, Jasmine,” I said softly.She barked once. That was a cheerful sound that always made me smile. I stretched, feeling the cool air touch my skin, and listened to the familiar sounds of the house waking up. Somewhere outside, I heard Tessy moving things around while humming to herself.It had been a long night. I had not slept well after the mindlink that came to me so suddenly. The voice had been soft and almost gentle, but was filled with urgency. It was Camellia. Her tone still echoed in my mind. “Clarissa, come to me tomorrow. There is something you must know.”I did not ask questions then. When Camellia called, it was never without reason.