Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Weak Omega : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

JEREMIAH I noticed Chris before I meant to.That was the problem with heightened senses—you didn’t get the luxury of ignorance. I caught his voice first, then his laugh, then the way Eliana tilted her head slightly as she listened. Nothing inappropriate. Nothing crossing a line.And still, my wolf bristled.I stood across the open floor, pretending to read something on my tablet while every instinct I had locked onto them. Chris leaned casually against a desk, too close for my liking, his tone light, familiar. Eliana smiled—polite, distracted, the kind of smile that meant she was being nice, not interested.My wolf didn’t care about nuance.Mine.The word echoed, sharp and possessive.I moved before logic could catch up."Eliana," I said, my voice calm but edged with command. "Come with me."She looked up, startled, eyes flicking from Chris to me. "Uh—okay."Chris straightened, clearly confused. "Did I—""No," I cut in, my gaze cold enough to end the conversation. "You didn’t."Elian

JEREMIAH The city lights blurred past my windshield as I drove back to the villa, but my mind was nowhere near the road. She was everywhere. Her laughter in the theater. The way she leaned into me like it was the most natural thing in the world. The warmth of her body, the way her pulse jumped beneath my fingers. 'Mate,' my wolf murmured, satisfied and restless all at once. "I know," I muttered under my breath. The moment I shut the door behind me, the silence pressed in. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I shrugged off my jacket and stood there, hands on my hips, staring into nothing. 'You let her walk away,' my wolf growled. 'Again.' "She isn’t prey," I snapped back internally. "And she isn’t ours to take just because instinct demands it." A low, rumbling chuckle echoed inside me. 'She already wants us. You feel it. I feel it. The bond is awake.' "Yes," I admitted. "And that’s exactly why we wait." The wolf prowled within me, restless, claws scraping

ELIANA I didn’t realize how quiet the house felt until I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The day with Jeremiah still clung to my skin like warmth after sunlight—his voice, his steady presence, the way he looked at me as if the world aligned itself around my existence. My heart was still beating a little faster than usual, but this house had a way of grounding me, of pulling me back into the life I had before him. "Aunt Bethany?" I called out, slipping off my shoes. "In the kitchen," she replied, her voice familiar and comforting. I found her chopping vegetables, her glasses perched low on her nose. She looked up at me and smiled, that soft, knowing smile she’d worn ever since she took me in. The woman who raised me, loved me, and filled the spaces my parents left behind as best she could. "You’re home early," she said. "Long day at work?" I hesitated. Not because I was lying—just because this lie felt heavier than usual. "I’m… going out of town," I said

JEREMIAH The city lights blurred past my windshield as I drove faster than I should have.Something was wrong.I didn’t need my wolf to tell me that—though he was already pacing inside me, restless, agitated, claws scraping against my control. Eliana’s scent wasn’t pulling at me the way it always did. It wasn’t calling.And that terrified me.I parked in front of her house far more aggressively than necessary and stepped out, my senses immediately flaring. The night air carried too many smells—humans, exhaust, rain—but not the one I needed most.I walked up to the door and knocked.Once.Twice.Again."Eliana," I called, keeping my voice calm and controlled.Nothing.My jaw tightened. I knocked again, harder this time, my knuckles biting into the wood.Still nothing.My wolf growled low in my chest.Something is wrong. Mate should be here.I inhaled deeply—and froze.The scent hit me like a punch.Not Eliana.Another wolf.Werewolf.My blood ran cold."Fuck," I breathed.The scent wa

JEREMIAH The moment I crossed into my kingdom, I felt it.Unrest.It seeped into the air like poison—thick, uneasy, laced with fear and fury. Lycans moved faster than usual, voices low, eyes sharp. Every head turned when I passed, every bow heavier than it should have been.They knew.Their Luna Queen was missing.Kevin must have informed everyone. "My mate was missing.'I clenched my fists as I walked through the massive doors of the royal hall, my wolf pacing violently beneath my skin.'She’s out there,' he snarled. 'Taken. Surrounded by enemies. And we are standing here.'"I know," I growled back internally. "And we will burn the world if we have to."The council was already assembled.My mother sat at the head of the chamber, her icy presence dominating the room. Hyna—Queen of the Lycan Kingdom. She is still holding that position until my mate takes over. Power radiated from her like cold fire, her sharp eyes lifting the moment I entered.My father, Timothy, stood beside her, ar