All Chapters of Crowns and Claws: The Omega's Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Well?” she says, her hands on her waist and her gaze probing me for answers “I'm waiting” “It's not what you think” I mutter, like that excuse has ever worked in the history of ever.She just glares in response.“Fine, it's exactly what you think” I mutter, my voice so low it's almost a whisper.I really wish she would stop glaring at me. I feel like a child caught with a boy by their mother.“How long has this been going on?” she sighs.“Umm… Not long, we only had sex once and then this kiss” I say, trying to show her it's nothing.Is it nothing?“You had sex!” She exclaims loudly.Oops.“Can you keep your voice down please,” I plead, hoping no one heard that just now, as I clutch Ronric’s head tighter.“What's with you and surprises anyways” she whispers, “next thing you're going to tell me is you're friends with a god”Well she's not too far off.“Where are the others?” I ask.“They're not too far from here” she shrugs, “it's a miracle I managed to convince them to leave it to me

My pack was different from yours. Where you lived close to the humans, we retreated to the cold mountains. Where you craved individual strength. We carved only unity. And from that unity, we had strength. We were peaceful people, completely devoted to the moon goddess and cut off from the chaos of the world. Satisfied with our little piece of peace. Most packs didn't even know we existed. And we liked it that way. But now I think isolating ourselves was a mistake. It was supposed to be a normal day. I readied myself to gather my friends and lead them on one of our childish adventures through the woods. I was excited; finishing my meal and dressing up as quickly as I could. I planned for the adventure to be different that day, to show my friends something truly amazing. I had shifted at the age of eleven. The first to ever do that, and I was ready to brag about it to them. They would be awed by my wolf form. I'm about to leave when we hear a scout ask to see my father; the

I've never told this story to anyone. After that night, my uncle took me across the continent. We moved for days in silence and when we got to this pack I didn't tell anyone. Quite frankly no one cared. Especially my uncle's family.And now as I tell these four idiots of mine, I feel relief to finally be able to say it all out loud.They stay silent as I tell my story, hanging on every word with expressions of sadness, worry and terror. “What about your brothers; Riven and Kael” Celeste asks. “They were stationed with the scouts at the edge of our lands.” I say softly, “since the humans got to the town, they must have been the first to fall”“This is insane” Corrin says, “how can humans ignore such a barrier and lay waste to an entire pack like that”“They already are,” Sophia says, “more than five packs have fallen to the humans already”“But not these humans” Ash corrects. And he's right.If I just wanted to kill the humans that destroyed my pack then all I have to do is wait fo

This was Lucien's idea of a push; telling Talia exactly where we'd be this morning. He likely wants me to see just how weak I really am against someone like her. He thinks this will send me running into his arms. Lucien Reid doesn't know a damn thing about me. Talia immediately goes for me, blitzing past Ash and Celeste just to pin me to the ground with the force of her momentum. My body vibrates from the impact as I hit the ground, but I don't dwell on the pain. I immediately slash her face with my claws, forcing her to jump off me with a scream. “It seems the runt now fights back” she snarls, covering her bloodied face with her hands and her golden eyes peek through the space between her fingers. I've never seen her like this. Even when she's had me alone in the house, there was never this viciousness in her eyes. She always looked at me like I meant nothing to her. This…. This is the look of someone focused on her prey. And I think I like it. I stand up to my feet. Celeste, A

Amelia's POV:It didn't take long for my excitement to twist into confusion then disgust at what I was doing to her. I took away her power and gave back some of the pain she dealt me.But I didn't stop.I kept hitting her as I asked her why she hated me so much.I needed an answer. Some justifiable reason for the pain I endured at her hands.But all she said amidst my barrage of blows was that she didn't hate me.I hope I misheard that.After all, she barely muttered it as my fists crashed into her face.I didn't hit anywhere else. Only her face. The face that held that look of superiority whenever she hurt me, the face that didn't care whenever her friends toyed with me.Her beauty that's what valued so much was now a bloody mess.She wasn't healing. I took that from her. The way she took any semblance of peace I could've had here.I wanted to mock her, to laugh in her face and ask who would save her. Just like she asked me I stop when my face flashes upon hers. When I see myself i