All Chapters of The Omega Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Drey's POV RiverSide pack has been strangely quiet. It wasn’t the peaceful kind that characterized our pack runs or linger after council meetings. No, this one was heavier. It was tense and it was as though the entire pack was holding its breath, waiting for something to either explode or fall apart completely.Two weeks had passed since Elder Thompson defeated me in combat and claimed the Alpha title.And everything had changed since then.I sat outside the old pack training yard, watching warriors run through drills they didn’t care about. Their movements were slow and somehow robotic. It was apparent that there was no longer passion in them. The disunity amidst pack members was glaring. These were the same wolves who had once trained beside me, who had once looked to me not just as their leader, but as their brother. Now, they could barely look at me. I wasn’t Alpha anymore.I was a shadow.Still, I remained in the pack house because I had to. Clarissa was still missing but d

Drey's POV Trouble!I could smell the tension in the air long before I saw anything. It was sharp, metallic, and heavy. It was a scent I knew all too well.War was approaching, and it was doing so at a very fast rate.The knock on my door was so frantic such that one couldn't ignore it.I opened it to find Owen, one of the younger scouts, breathless and wide-eyed. "They're coming. The Crescent Moon pack. They're moving fast and they'll be here before dawn."My chest tightened. We'd known this would happen, but not this soon. Not like this."How many?" I asked.He shook his head, eyes glassy. "Too many, they should be att least fifty warriors. Maybe more. They're armed."I nodded once, silently. My heart hammered in my chest, but I couldn’t let the fear show. Not now."Sound the alarm. Wake the guards. Get the warriors to the yard in five minutes."Owen ran off, and I turned to throw on my gear. My thoughts were racing, but one name rose above the noise: Clarissa.Was she even alive?

Derek's POV The night after the battle, I found myself standing at the edge of the Crescent Moon forest, staring at the darkness like it might swallow the guilt in my chest. The war was over. Clarissa had fought like a storm. She was fierce, untouchable and alive. I'd never seen her that way before, and I couldn’t shake off the attitude she gave me when we met across the battlefield. Though blind, she looked confused, pained and angry. She hadn’t expected me to be on the battlefield and I could see it in the way her hand faltered around her blade for just a second. But more than that, I knew what she saw. She saw me, the one who’d broken her heart without warning, and now wanted her back. I didn’t blame her for walking away. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I was no longer conscious of my environment. Then, I had a vision. In this vision, the moon was full. I was alone in my room, the air was thick with old memories and the smell of blood from the fight. I hadn’t meant

Drey's POV Life has taken a beautiful turn for me. Clarissa was back and it felt as though her return had brought with it missing parts of my life. I couldn't take her thoughts out of my mind. No matter how many times I tried to sit still, to breathe through it, my thoughts betrayed me. I had paced that room a hundred times already, the floor creaking under my feet with each heavy step. Her name lingered in my head like a whispered spell. The way her voice softened when she spoke to me, the way her eyes carried storms and stars at the same time. I could still hear the way she said my name as though it belonged to her. But she wasn’t mine. Not really. Not yet. Since the fight with the Crescent Moon pack, things had changed. Clarissa had changed. She carried herself with more strength now, but her eyes... her eyes held something else. Confusion, pain and torn edges she tried to hide. And I knew why. Derek. He was back, sniffing around her like the past hadn't happened. And she

Clarissa's POV The sun was barely up when I left Camellia's cottage. My heart felt like it had been rolled in fire and then dipped in ice. I had walked back to the pack house, the sky above me was dim and gray, and not even the singing birds could break through the thick cloud of thoughts swimming in my mind.I didn't sleep. No, I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the twisting peaks of Moonstone, the 21st mountain, and the heavy burden of what lay buried in its heart.I spent the morning pacing back and forth in the empty corridor of the old inn where I had taken shelter. My body was tired, but my soul was restless. I knew what I had to do next, and I dreaded it.I knew that I had to tell Drey and Tessy.I found them both in the clearing behind the warriors' quarters. Drey had his sleeves rolled up, while lifting logs with two other pack members. Sweat clung to his brow, his muscles were flexing with effort. Tessy sat on an upturned log, cleaning a dagger and looking every