All Chapters of THE OMEGA'S RETURN: Her Second Life Under The Moonlight.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Erica's POV.“I knew that jerk from highschool,” She tried to explain, nervously cracking her fingers as she paced to and fro in the living room.I sank into the single seated sofa as I studied her.“And you killed him,” I replied.“He would always bully me, toss me in the basketball court like I was nothing…I didn't mean to kill him, but it's a good thing I did.” She replied, sitting down on one of the sofas opposite me and crossing her legs.“And what's so good about ripping off a limb and slashing the skin of a seventeen year old boy, Heaven?” I asked her, folding my arms as I peered into her eyes, a mixture of remorse and resolve dancing in her hazel eyes.“I was trying to control my emotions…my shift! He was standing right there, trapping me in between his arms against that van and feeding my mind with insults—but then he saw me shift, my fangs, my claws…there was no way I'd let him see me that way and live!” She yelled as her eyes colors changed.“How are you able to wolf out a

Erica's POV. “Cowards,” he muttered under his breath, letting out a deep sigh as he approached her bed. His expression showed a mix of frustration and determination, the kind that made my heart race. He grabbed her sheet, lifting it to his nose and inhaling deeply, as if searching for a lingering scent, a trace of her essence that might offer clues about where she was. “They aren’t far from here,” he said, letting the sheet fall to the ground with a thud that echoed ominously in the silent room. “ They? Who are they?” I asked, my confusion was palpable. My heart pounded as I tried to piece together the fragments of his words, unsure of the danger that lurked beyond the shadows of his grim demeanor. “A couple of people I’d like to say hello to,” he replied, a smirk creeping onto his face. There was something deeply unsettling about the way his eyes sparkled with a ruthless gaze, a glimmer that hinted at an appetite for violence. It was frightening to see him so consumed with

The Triplet Alphas (Robert's POV).She looked at me like we had old scores to settle, I could recognize the bitch behind my sister's eyes, cold, and hateful.The anger that coursed through her veins made her shake uncontrollably, it was obvious that it was her first desire to tear me apart as she struggled in the spelled shackles.“Dahlia…I didn't know you'd steep so low to get back at me, taking hold of another body.” I told her, as I wiped off the dirt between my fingers with a handkerchief.“You call this low? Wait till you get torn apart by your sister!” She seethed with a smirk.“Heaven would never tear me apart, I'm my sister's favorite if you don't know,” I told her as I slowly got up from my knees.Reynold looked at me with questions all over his face, and Natasha? Well, she was terrified.“So this is the problem,” I said, facing Reynold.“Obviously it is,” He replied, letting out a low huff.“Well I'm quite familiar with witches who are good at soul swapping— that's if you ha

Erica's POV.Cloves. A cloth. A head.Great, yet we didn't know where to start, it would take us hours to go back home and return to Tremen with everything Freda had asked for.I bit my fingers, as I paced to and fro in the room, a habit where I found peace of mind, especially in times like this.I sighed, letting myself sink on a stool, tired and exhausted.Reynold bit his lower lip, as he stamped his left foot on the wooden floor repeatedly , his arms folded across his chest, with his eyes resting on nothing in particular…He too, was pretty tired…In fact we all were.Freda hadn't talked for almost the past thirty minutes, as she stared at the boiling brew in fright.We waited for her, so long that I could hear my wrist watch ticking.“I've had enough of this witch nonsense,” Reynold said, as he advanced towards her, pulling her up from where she sat as he yanked the collar of her old dress.He stared into her eyes long enough, and he himself became lost in them, let's say surprise

Erica's POV. “My little pup.” He sighed, before squatting beside me, “What should I do with you?” “Isn't it obvious?! Free me from this trap before I bleed to death.” I said, through clenched teeth,as I tried to hold back the hot tears that stung at the corners of my eyes. “I might as well watch you die.” He said, peering into my eyes with a smile across his lips, a facial expression that made me believe that he meant what he said, he was going to let me bleed…he was going to let me die…unless. “Please…” I forced it up my throat, trying not to sound needy. He got up on his feet, stared at my bleeding feet for a long time, before grabbing the leather bag and turning to go. “Even if you hate me! Even if you don't love me! You mustn't make me suffer for some stupid guilt I wasn't responsible, and will never be responsible for!” I yelled as self pity and anger surged through my veins, and tears spilled from my eyes, it was like something had clogged my throat that I found it di