Semua Bab The Omega Queen: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Drey’s POVThe council chamber felt heavier than ever before, as if the walls themselves were weighed down by the tension in the air. I stood at the head of the long obsidian table, the emblems of the Riverside Pack carved into the black stone like ancient runes. Every member of the council was present; some seated in quiet dread, others wearing stern faces carved from years of political experience.Helen stood at the center of the room, alone.No illusions shielded her now. No charm glimmered in her aura. Just a woman with secrets pressing against her skin, and fear lurking in her trembling hands. She looked smaller, somehow. Her golden hair, once always perfect, was loosely pinned. Her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes flicked toward me now and then, pleading. But I had no more pity to give."You were given twenty-four hours," I said, my voice steady but sharp. "Where is Clarissa?"Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I... I don’t know.”A murmur rippled through the council ch

Drey's POV I left the strategy room after addressing some of my officials on crucial matters, I was thinking about a past I could never change. The air felt heavier today. Not just with the approaching storm, but with the weight of everything that had happened; the betrayals, the lies, the people we had lost, and the woman I had let slip into darkness because of a twisted illusion.Helen was being led out of the pack’s holding prison, her hands shackled with silver cuffs. Her face was pale, but her eyes held no remorse. Only fire, a fire that once might have ignited passion in me. Now, it only filled me with disgust.The entire pack had gathered. They stood in clusters; warriors, omegas, elders, and even the young ones. They watched with silent tension. The Alpha was about to reject his mate.And I… I was ready.I took a deep breath as Helen was brought before me. She looked straight into my eyes, daring me to falter. I took my eyes off her and began to address the pack.“ Today, w

DREY'S POVI woke up that morning from a dream I had. The dream was about Clarissa. I had seen her sitting beside me and we were talking. She was talking with so much excitement that she had to stop half way through a sentence to catch her breath. I took my gaze off her for a few seconds to see a huge person walking towards us. I couldn't see the person’s face. I was trying to decipher the identity of the person when I woke up. The dream felt so real and it gave me a flicker of hope that I would see Clarissa soon. I got up from bed and got myself ready for the meeting. I arrived at the council hall in silence, breathing in slowly, my fists clenched at my sides. The guards flanking the entrance glanced at me with respect, maybe even concern, but didn’t say a word. Everyone could feel the shift and the tension in the air. Today was the day Elder Thompson would face the council.It had been a long week of fire and thorns. Helen's confession was a knife to the heart of every elder prese

Thompson's POVAt the next council meeting, the chamber was quiet with the kind of silence that if a pint drops to the ground, one would hear it. The elders had spoken, the accusations laid bare, and the eyes of everyone now turned to me. But I didn’t flinch neither did I lower my gaze or stammer over my words. I met them all head-on, the weight of my own truth pressing down on my chest like iron.Drey stood at the far end, face unreadable. He had his father’s presence— commanding, steady, and stubborn. And that, more than anything, was why I despised him.They think this is about Clarissa, about a girl who was nothing but a whisper in the halls until the Moon Goddess decided to grace her with power. They don’t know the real reason nor the history buried beneath years of smiles and council meetings.It was never really about her.It was about legacy.My legacy.And how Drey's father ripped it from my hands.The night I lost to Rhydian—Drey’s father—was the night something inside me

Clarissa's POVThe days had begun to blur into each other, like ink bleeding through the pages of a diary too soaked in tears. I sat curled on the cold floor of the room that had been my prison for what felt like forever. It was silent most of the time, except for the distant murmurs of Thompson's guards changing shifts or the occasional clang of metal which served as reminders that I was not free.I couldn’t see the sun rise or fall, but I could feel the time passing in the aches of my muscles and the dull throb behind my eyes. My wolf was quiet again, but not gone. She was watching, listening, and breathing through me. She was waiting.I didn’t ask anymore why this had happened. I had come to accept that evil wore many faces, and not all of them snarled. Some smiled.It had been days since anyone kind spoke to me. Lyra, one of the maids who had secretly grown fond of me, hadn’t come around. The others were too afraid. But today, something was different. There was a shift in the air,