All Chapters of THE OMEGA'S RETURN: Her Second Life Under The Moonlight.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Erica's POV.It was getting late quickly, it was already midnight, and I still found it difficult to shut my eyes…anytime I did, I only saw images of disappointed faces.I always comforted myself with the fact that, I wasn't wrong, and that I have every right to feel like this…guilty — because the three of them were innocent, they didn't deserve the pain I'd caused them, but still, they had to pay a price for the debt they didn't know…Sacrificing my happiness for someone else's, was the last thing I'd considered sane.So I wasn't crazy…I was right.And what was the worst thing that could happen?Then it dawned on me quickly, that I was packless and could be kicked out, but even though they used it against me in a way of pressuring me to get married to their sons, well they could try a different method.But the fact was that I couldn't afford to be kicked out of the pack, out of the mansion…at least not yet, I still had unfinished business with Denise…and I thought I had forgiven Rowe

Erica’s POV.Her name was Daisy.The way her lips curled made my skin prickle. Her words clung to me long after I stepped out of the dungeon, following me up the stone stairs and into the cool night air. I should have shut the heavy door behind me and locked it in my mind forever, but instead I kept hearing her voice, replaying over and over.“Help me…I can help you…”It was like a bargain whispered by the wind, a promise I hadn’t agreed to but couldn’t shake off.If she could really make Robert, Ronald and…Reynold, forget the fact that they loved me, if she make the love they had for me disappear, and if I live without seeing them hurt everyday, then…then she was worth helping…The night outside was quiet, the kind that wrapped around you like a blanket yet still left you feeling watched. The moon hung low, its pale glow spilling over the rooftops, and turning cobblestones silver. My footsteps sounded too loud as I walked in, back into the mansion, and hurried back into my room…tomor

Erica’s POV “You bitch!” Her voice cut through the cold air like a knife, bouncing from wall to wall until it came back to us. Down here, sound had nowhere to go—it stayed, it lingered, it pressed in on you. The candle light flickered against the damp stone, making her shadow jump like it was trying to escape. Her wrists jerked in their shackles, and I could hear the metal groan with each pull. The iron bit into her skin, leaving angry red marks, some bleeding, some crusted over. I’d seen a lot of things in this dungeon… but now I knew exactly what those shackles were meant for. Not just to trap someone, but to strip them of themselves. Spelled shackles like those made you helpless in ways that went beyond chains. “You know you can’t perform magic with those shackles on.” My voice was calm, steady, and almost soft. I crouched until I was eye level with her. The dirt was cold under my shoes. I reached forward slowly, tucking away a strand of her hair that clung to her face. It

Erica's POV. I stepped back until my shoulders brushed against the cold wall, my palms clammy as I clutched at the edge of the door. I hadn’t expected him. Not now, not ever. The Alpha who had looked me in the eyes while his words cut the rope around my life. The memory alone made bitter bile sting the back of my throat. And yet here he was, filling the doorway like a shadow that had come back to haunt me. “What do you want?” I asked, though my voice betrayed me, sounding smaller than I intended. My throat felt clogged, like it didn’t want me to speak at all. My gaze traveled over him against my will. The fiery sharpness in his eyes, the he carved lines of his jaw. His lips—firm, set in a way that told you he’d never lost an argument in his life. Tattoos were still crawled up his neck and down his arms, black ink etched into golden-tanned skin. Nothing about him had softened with time, nothing about him changed. If anything, he looked more handsome , sexy, alluring and….dange

Erica's POV. I stared at her eyeball to eyeball first…but then what could I possibly do at that moment? Nothing. I could only wish that the tiles under our feet would feast on her blood, and that was all I could do…wish… Denise had a lot to pay for, she messed with the wrong wolf, my mate, and even when he married me, all she wanted was to get rid of me, and then she did, framing me with an unforgivable crime… How could I even trust her enough to serve her tea? The memories flashed through my mind, Denise was sick as she'd claimed, I was busy enjoying some solitude while muttering prayers for my unborn child, I could remember praying that it was going to be a “ he”, and that he was going to be like his father, handsome and incredibly strong. Denise was passing by with the maids when she saw me, I looked back at her, and looked away, wondering why she'd stopped to look at me, she had never been nice to me since Rowen married me, but she hadn't talked to me much either that