All Chapters of The Omega Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Clarissa's POV Something was wrong.Drey hadn’t looked at me in three days. Not really.He still nodded when we passed each other in the training field. He still offered short, clipped comments during warrior briefings. He still asked about patrol routes and rogue sightings. But he didn’t look me in the eye. And he hadn’t smiled at me since the celebration night.I replayed everything I could think of over and over in my head, trying to find the moment things changed. He was warm one day, distant the next. No warning, no explanation.That morning, I watched him from the corner of the training yard. He stood tall in his Alpha stance, arms folded, issuing instructions to a group of young warriors. His voice was calm but stern. It lacked the warmth I had grown used to.I remembered how he used to lean toward me when I spoke. How his eyes would soften. How he’d call me by name, not just “warrior.”Now, it was as though I was just another body in the yard.And it hurt more than I wanted

Helen's POV Each illusion fed the seed of distrust. Each night, his rest became more disturbed. He would wake up confused, tense, jaw clenched as though he'd wrestled with a demon in his dreams. And every morning, he looked at her with growing uncertainty.Now, the space between them widened.And I slipped into that space.The morning sun filtered through the large windows of the war room as Drey stood beside the map table. His fingers traced the borderlines of Silverclaw territory, though I doubted he was truly looking."You haven't slept again," I said gently, stepping into the room.He glanced up, startled. Then he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Just restless. Too much on my mind."I tilted my head, watching him. His usual sharpness had dulled, his energy more volatile."Nightmares still?" I asked.He hesitated.Good.Then he nodded. "Yeah. The same ones. Wolves turning on me. Blood. Betrayal."I stepped closer. "And her?"He didn’t answer immediately, which said more th

Clarissa’s POV The forest was unusually quiet that evening.I had just completed a routine scouting assignment along the eastern ridge of the territory. The breeze was cool and steady, rustling the canopy above as the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting everything in hues of gold and rose. Tessy had offered to come with me earlier that day, but I declined. It was a simple task, or so I thought.The silence should have warned me. No birds. No scurrying animals. Just the crunch of my boots on dried leaves and the beating of my heart in my ears.I walked the narrow path leading back to the pack house, humming a soft tune to keep the strange chill off my back. My wolf, Tiara, was quiet but alert. She had been more vigilant since our meeting with the Seer. Her warnings haunted me still. Trust your instincts. Be wary of illusions.Suddenly, the wind shifted. I stopped. My fingers brushed the hilt of the dagger strapped to my thigh. There, I perceived a scent. It was rotten and metallic.

Helen's POV I stood by the window of the Alpha’s chamber, watching the wind ripple through the trees, my reflection faint in the glass. It wasn’t vanity that kept me there, it was certainty.Tonight was the beginning of something new. Something I had waited for, fought for. And finally, everything was falling into place.Clarissa was gone. Out of the way.And Drey? He was almost mine again. The mark would seal it. And once I had that, no illusion would be needed. No more whispers in dreams, no more silent doubts blooming inside him. He would belong to me in every sense that mattered—mind, body, and rank.I turned as the door creaked open. My hand instinctively smoothed the fabric of my dress, deep burgundy and regal against my skin. Drey stepped inside. He looked tired. Haunted. The weight of leadership had finally begun to buckle his shoulders. He hadn’t shaved in days. Shadows clung to his cheekbones. He hadn’t even noticed I’d worn his favorite color.I gave him a small smile. “Yo

Clarissa’s POVThe walls were cold.The room they kept me in was carved from damp stone, and though no chains bound my limbs, I felt tethered in every way that mattered.Days passed. Or maybe it was weeks. I lost count after the fourth time the old bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered and died for hours. There were no windows. Just silence.And shadows.I wasn't completely alone. Sometimes, I heard footsteps outside the door. Sometimes, I felt eyes watching me, breathing in my despair. But no one spoke. Not a word. Just silence and the occasional rattle of a tray being shoved through the slot.Tiara was quiet too.My wolf, once fierce and ever present, had withdrawn deep into the crevices of my soul. I felt her heartbeat, faint but steady, like she was sleeping through a long winter. Maybe she needed strength. Maybe she was trying to protect me. Either way, I missed her.I missed Drey.His name alone was enough to reopen the ache in my chest. The way he had looked at me those last