Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE OMEGA'S RETURN: Her Second Life Under The Moonlight.: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The Triplet Alphas ( Reynold’s POV).Ronald’s voice was shaking when he said it.“I was bitten… by a vampire.”The words didn’t even feel real at first. They hung in the air like smoke, slowly seeping into my mind until they burned like fire in my chest. Then he lifted his shirt, and the sight of it nearly knocked the breath out of me.The wound wasn’t just a bite—it was deep, jagged, and angry-looking, the skin around it burning red like it had been seared by molten iron. Blood still oozed in sluggish streams, thick and dark, as if the wound itself was alive and refusing to heal. The smell hit me—iron, salt, and that faint, rotten sweetness that only came from vampire venom.“Why didn’t you say anything?” Robert’s voice broke as he crouched in front of Ronald, his hands trembling while he tried to tug his brother’s shirt back down to cover the horror underneath it. He looked like he couldn’t stand to see it any longer.I couldn’t either.My fists clenched as I muttered through my tee

Erica's POV.It wasn't like I didn’t understand what Jason said… if you ask me, I knew he was telling the truth. Every word, every warning, every glance he gave Ronald’s body spoke louder than anything else in that room. But then again, I wanted to see the pack’s doctor—not because I doubted Jason, but because something about her didn’t sit right with me.Something off.And now I knew why.She wasn’t just the pack’s doctor.There was something else behind those gloved hands and smooth white coat. Something deceptive hiding behind her polite tone and clinical confidence. I couldn’t place it at first, but I couldn’t kick the thought out of my head either.She was too calm. Too practiced.Too perfect.Pretty young for her age, gorgeous and disarmingly beautiful, with skin that looked too smooth to have ever seen the sun. Her hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail. Those lashes didn’t even need mascara.“You guys brought him right on time,” she said, pulling off her rubber gloves with a

Erica’s POV.“I begged you,” Robert said, in a low calm voice, “I pleaded with you!”I sat on my bed, legs crossed, as I filed my nails, at least happy for the fact that Ronald was fine and Jason for some reasons was safe. The sound of the nail file scraping against my nails was the only thing that broke the thick tension in the room. Robert stood in the middle of my room, shoulders tense, eyes dark. I could feel his gaze on me like a weight, heavy and pressing.I didn’t look up immediately. I didn’t want him to see the tiny tremor in my hands. Not because I feared him, but because I didn’t want him to think I regretted anything. I didn’t.“Robert, please… don’t yell at me because of some ex-lover. You all have ex-lovers, don’t you? And for that, I feel cursed being your mate,” I sighed as I got up on my feet. My chest rose and fell faster than I intended. “It’s been confirmed that she killed Alpha Dane, and your father… though I don’t know what he looks like, is going to reward me he

Erica’s POV.Air stuck in my lungs as I tried to breathe. My chest felt tight, as though invisible fingers were wrapped around my ribcage, squeezing every bit of air out of me.Sitting face to face with the father of my triplet mates—the one they hated, the one they feared, the one they never spoke of unless forced—was like sitting on the edge of a cliff with no railing. I could feel the drop waiting for me, that dizzying pull to fall.The room was dimly lit, warm amber light spilling from a single chandelier above. But instead of comfort, that light cast shadows that seemed to cling to him like a second skin.My thighs pressed together under the table, and a shameful heat spread between them. Not desire—never desire—but that humiliating kind of fear that makes your body betray you. I could feel a faint dampness, and I knew. I had let go just a little. The realization burned me more than anything else. I wasn’t just nervous. I was scared.And at the same time, I was full of hate.The

Erica’s POV.I closed my door slowly, listening to the faint click of the lock sliding into place, as if that tiny sound could shield me from everything waiting outside. My fingers stayed on the lock for a second longer than they should have, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping me upright.Then I leaned forward, letting my forehead press against the cold wood of the door. The chill seeped into my skin, grounding me and stinging at the same time. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until it left my lungs in a shaky, uneven exhale.Tears burned my eyes before spilling over. I didn’t try to stop them. They rolled down my cheeks, hot and relentless, carving silent paths over my skin.So… this was it.The bond I had been so afraid of letting go—the invisible, unbreakable thread between us—was now in pieces. Not because someone else had severed it. Not because fate had played another cruel trick on me. But because I had broken it. With my own hands. With my own choic