Semua Bab DARK REIGN: The Omega They Can't Tame: Bab 11 - Bab 18

[Selene's POV]The burning agony on my forearm intensified, a searing brand that felt like fire and ice tearing through my flesh. The broken crescent mark pulsed with a chaotic, living rhythm, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It wasn't just a symbol anymore; it was alive. In my mind, the voice echoed again, closer now, more real than anything I had ever known."I am waiting," the Lost King whispered. His voice, deep and sorrowful, resonated with the burning mark, forging a direct, terrifying link across time and space. It was a permanent part of me now, a horrifying, beautiful, and inescapable brand. The seer’s words, "Only the Lost King can claim the Shadow Queen," hammered in my skull.I ripped my arm away from the seer, clutching it to my chest, trying to stifle the cry that threatened to tear from my throat. The pain was immense, but the terror was greater. I looked at the Alphas, their faces pale with shock. They had heard the seer's words. They had seen the mark ignite."

[Selene's POV]The words hung in the air, etched in shadow and light. "She will come to me." The chilling declaration was a final, undeniable truth. It was not a question. It was a command. A summons. The shadows that had formed the message dissipated, leaving behind a cold emptiness, a void where hope had once been. A profound sense of finality settled over the ruined clearing, heavy and absolute.The Alphas stood frozen, their faces pale, their fear a palpable scent in the air. The unspoken terror in their eyes was a direct reflection of my own. We were all trapped. Trapped by an ancient prophecy, by a dark power, and by a king who had just made his claim. He had not bothered to negotiate. He had simply commanded, treating us as little more than a necessary inconvenience.I felt a new kind of cold settle in my heart. It was not the fear of a victim. It was the chilling resolve of a warrior. I was not going to be a pawn in their game. I was not going to be a prize. The Council had

[Selene's POV]The ancient howl cut through the night, a raw, primal sound that resonated deep in my bones. It was not the sound of a predator hunting. It was the howl of a king answering a summons, a dark, powerful creature acknowledging a challenge. It was his reply to my desperate call, a sound that spoke of eons of slumber and a terrifying, awakened wrath.The air itself vibrated, a low, ominous hum that felt more like a physical sensation than a sound. The howl lingered, a long, drawn-out note of power that spoke of a presence so ancient, so vast, it defied comprehension. It was a sound that had been forgotten by time, and now it was back.The Alphas heard it too. Their heads snapped up, their faces a mixture of fear and awe. The sound was not a part of their world. It was something ancient, something forgotten, a magic so powerful it shook the very ground beneath our feet.A deep, primal fear settled in their souls, the kind of fear their wolf ancestors had felt when they first

[Selene's POV]My single step forward felt like a journey of a thousand miles. It was a choice, a declaration that transcended the ravaged clearing and the frantic cries of my Alphas. The air thickened around us, heavy with the weight of my decision. The world, once so clearly defined by wolf law and pack loyalty, was now a nebulous, shifting thing. The very ground beneath my feet felt less like solid earth and more like a gateway to something ancient, something wild and untamed.I had let go of my fear. My hand, which had been pressed against my mouth, now hung at my side, a silent invitation. The Alphas' frantic shouts were a distant, unimportant thing, like the frenzied flapping of a bird against a cage. They were trapped in a world of instincts and primal urges, and I was stepping into a new reality. My heart, once a terrified drumbeat, was now a steady, powerful rhythm, a silent, knowing call to the darkness.Malachi's hand, a dark blur against the fading light, reached for min