Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE OMEGA'S RETURN: Her Second Life Under The Moonlight.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV).I didn’t do anything wrong… did I?The thought had been gnawing at me like a parasite since that day. Since the wedding-that-never-was. Since the moment Natasha looked at me—looked at us—and broke something I thought was unbreakable.She was the one who had been so hellbent on keeping the bond. So why was she the one who shattered it?I pressed my palms against my knees, my claws threatening to push through the tips of my fingers as the memories replayed. I tried to reason it out, to find even a shred of logic behind her decision, but no possible reason came to mind.Did she fall out of love with me? With us?The question stabbed into my chest every time it surfaced, leaving behind a dull ache. My mind churned, but I couldn’t hold onto a single thought long enough to make sense of it. Every time I reached for an answer, it vanished like smoke.“Still thinking about Natasha, bro?” Ronald’s voice snapped me out of it. He sat opposite me in the limo, h

The Triplet Alphas (Reynold’s POV).The leader’s voice was like gravel grinding in my ears.“Hand yourselves over… or we’ll tear this place apart, limb by limb.”His fangs glinted under the moonlight, sharper than any I’d ever seen, eyes glowing a sickly red. Around him, his clan hissed and crouched low, their movements too fast, too sharp, and too inhuman.I swallowed hard, but my chest burned with confidence. “Over my dead body.” I replied.Ronald chuckled low under his breath beside me, tightening his fists, Robert’s jaw flexed, his entire body vibrating with the urge to shift. The tension between us was thick—three brothers, one bond, and a swarm of bloodthirsty vampires daring us to surrender.The limo behind us hissed with steam, its engine killed by the attack. The shattered glass crunched under my boots as I took a step forward.“You want us?” I spat, glaring at the leader. “Come and take us.”The vampire smiled—a slow, cruel thing that made my skin crawl. Then he snapped his

Erica’s POV.“We have some saving to do.”…….The words hung in the air like smoke. I hadn’t planned them. They just… slipped out, raw and heavy from my mouth, and once they did, I couldn’t take them back.Daisy blinked at me, her dark eyes narrowing. “Saving?” Her voice was sharp, laced with disbelief. She leaned back on her heels, folding her arms across her chest. “You’re kidding.”I didn’t answer. My hands were already moving, gathering the herbs, the ashes, the scattered blood containers. I shoved everything into the pouch, and soon I left them scattered again, confusion bubbled inside my head, my breath coming fast.“Erica.” Daisy’s tone sharpened. “Did you hit your head during that little trance? Because you sound insane.”I spun toward her, my chest tight. “I saw them.”Her brows knitted together. “Saw who?”“Robert, Ronald…Reynold.” My throat constricted as I said their names. The image of their faces, pale and soaked in blood, flashed again in my mind. My stomach twisted. “T

Erica’s POVThe silence between us was suffocating, thicker than the smoke that lingered from wood fires. Reynold’s words hung there—unfinished, heavy—as if the night itself was waiting for his judgment to fall.He took one step closer, his shadow swallowing mine. His chest rose and fell in sharp, controlled breaths. His voice when it came , was rough, biting, and sharp enough to cut me into two.“You’re selfish, Natasha. Selfish and gutless.”The words sliced straight through my chest. He didn’t shout them—he didn’t need to. The quiet way he said them made them sharper, heavier. More real. I stood frozen, my cloak clutched around me like it could shield me from the burn of his stare.“You think this is bravery?” His lips curled, not in a smile but in something more wicked. “Showing up here at the last moment, acting like you came to save us? No. You didn’t come for us—you came for yourself. You came to put on a show, to make yourself feel better.” His eyes blazed, silver catching th

Erica’s POV.The bucket was heavier than it looked. My arms trembled slightly as I carried it down the long corridor, the water inside sloshing with each step I took. The sound echoed against the marble floors, sharp and cold, reminding me of who I was now. Not a guest. Not family. Not mate. Not even someone who belonged. Just a maid.The rag hung over the side of the bucket, dripping tiny trails that stained the clean floor, and I found myself wiping them quickly with the tip of my dress before anyone could notice. My pride hated that—hated how careful I had become with even the smallest mistakes, hated how I moved quietly now, like a shadow that didn’t want to be seen.The office I was sent to clean was large, lined with tall shelves filled with books that smelled like dust and old paper. The curtains were half drawn, letting streaks of sunlight cut across the dark wooden desk that once felt like a place of power. For a moment, standing there with the bucket in my hand, I could almo