Tamed by the Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Tanya's POV The training yard was empty, save for the faint rustle of leaves by the gentle night's breeze beyond the fence.The torches along the perimeter burned low, their glow stretching shadows across the packed dirt. My shadow moved with me …quick and sharp, then slow and deliberate as I worked through the same footwork drill I’d been repeating for what felt like hours after all the other pack members left the training grounds.My calves burned, my wrists ached, but I kept going.If I could just get the rhythm right, maybe I’d stop feeling like a clumsy child in front of the others.“You’re going to wear a hole in the ground.”The voice made me pause, my head turning toward the fence. Dante leaned there, arms crossed, eyes catching the dim light like a wolf in the dark.I managed a small smile. “Better the ground than my skull.”He stepped into the torchlight, and even though he was trying to make sure his tone came across as light, there was a trace of disapproval there. “What

Tanya’s POV The dream shifts. One moment I’m standing barefoot in that clearing, still tasting the word latent in my mouth like poison… and the next, I’m staring up at the Moon Goddess’s silver symbol, glittering in the grand ballroom’s domed ceiling. The change in sound was the first thing that hit me … it was not the sound of wolves howling this time, but music and laughter. Slow and elegant music, echoing off polished marble and crystal. The laughter threaded through it, soft at first, then sharper when I caught sight of the groups clustered together: the kind of laughter that hid the goosips, power play and judgements in plain sight. Men and women of power hiding their savagery under sleek suits and dresses walking around the hall with their wine glasses in hand, eyes moving over one another like a marketplace of judgment and mingling in search of more connections and of course, more power. It was the annual Moon Goddess Ball. Every year, the Moon Stone pack opened i

Tanya’s POVThe dirt in the training yard was still extremely cold from last night. My bare feet made soft crunching sounds as I crossed to the center, the cold seeping in and sharpening my focus. The air was sharper now too, the kind that scraped down your lungs and woke you all the way to your bones.I could see my breath whenever I exhaled. That felt… right. It all felt grounding, that little cloud of proof that I was still here.The last of the early-morning haze was lifting from the yard, and the almost dying light from the torches along the fence made the frost sparkle faintly. It was quiet except for the soft creak of the wood under my weight. No one else was here yet which was exactly how I wanted it.I didn’t want an audience…couldn't face one today.Dante appeared a few moments later, moving like the cold didn’t touch him. He didn’t walk into the yard so much as arrive in it … one moment he was outside, and the next thing I knew he was inside the training grounds, hands in h

Tanya’s POVIt wasn’t the cold that made my skin prickle.It was him.The air between us had shifted the moment Tion stepped out of the shadows, breaking whatever unspoken and invisible boundary had existed between us since he had dragged me here the first day. After that, he’d always been there…in the corner of my eye, at the far edge of the yard, high above in the balcony shadows but never actually in front of me.Never close enough to speak my name.I’d gotten used to how things were. The way he watched without speaking, measured without moving. He was a constant I could rely on not to interfere. A storm on the horizon you knew was there but wasn’t headed for you yet.But tonight…tonight the storm had changed course.My heart beat hadn’t slowed since he said my name.I’d trained too long already, my muscles already heavy and sluggish with my sweat cooling in the sharp night air. I should have been too tired to care who decided to appear from the darkness. But the moment his voice

Tanya’s POVThe barracks were never truly silent regardless of what time it was.Even at night, the air was full of sound …soft breathing, an occasional restless turn or a muffled cough. But after enough weeks here, I’d successfully learned how to move around quietly without waking anyone else up.I dropped from my bunk after the others were settled and mostly asleep, a small clay jar in hand. The salve inside was sharp with the scent of pine and something bitter I couldn’t name. Dante had given it to me earlier, muttering about how it would help my ribs heal faster.I settled on the low bench just outside the barracks door, the moon spilling pale silver over the yard. The cold bit at my skin, but I didn’t care. I was too focused on unwrapping the strip of cloth from around my side.The bruise was ugly…a deep purple fading at the edges to sickly green. I touched it gently, wincing in pain.“You shouldn’t be doing that out here.”My head snapped up.He was there.Tion.Standing half in