All Chapters of Tamed by the Omega : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Tanya’s POVThe training yard was almost empty after most people had retired for the day at the end of training, and the air felt a bit strange. Not scary, exactly … it felt more like it was holding its breath.. and waiting for something.Dante had left about an hour ago after trying and failing to make me promise I’d stop practicing my footwork for the day soon. He didn’t push when I didn’t agree…he just gave me that quiet look he always does before walking away.The others had gone in for food, and even the noise from the mess hall was a bit muted. It left me alone with the dirt under my feet, the cool weight of the wooden practice stick in my hands, and the rhythm of my own breathing.I was halfway through a footwork drill when I felt it.That prickle that always meant one thing. The one that starts low in your spine and creeps up the back of your neck, whispering to you and saying “you’re being watched”.I knew the feeling too well …it was a constant in the Moon Stone pack, fro

Dante’s POVThe Crimson pack’s compound was really quiet tonight. The usual hum of activity that marked the waking and active pack hours had given way to a calm disturbed only by the occasional rustle of leaves by the wind or the distant cry of a night bird.I leaned against the worn wooden railing of the training yard balcony, watching as the moonlight spilled silver over the dark earth. It was late, but for some reason, my mind was restless.My gaze drifted to the edge of the clearing …the place where shadows gathered thicker and the trees stood as silent sentinels.And there… just beyond the reach of the torchlight, I caught sight of him.Tion.Always just beyond the reach of the light. Always watching.The alpha’s presence was like a low, steady pulse in the pack’s rhythm…mostly felt more than seen. A feral figure carved out of darkness and sharp edges. Some called him merciless, others called him savage. But I knew better.He was a leader forged from the deepest kinds of pain and

Tion’s POVThe fire in the war room had burned very low, reduced to a heart of glowing embers. They pulsed in the dark like the heartbeat of some dying creature, breathing a faint warmth into the otherwise cold air. I’d been sitting there for hours all alone, and unmoving, not because I had nothing to do, but because the quiet was sometimes the only place I could really hear myself think.The scent of ash clung to me, settling deep in my clothes, mixing with the smell of the old maps spread everywhere and across the scarred old table. Territories, routes, pack lines and boundaries… every one of them marked by the blood that had been spilled to hold them.My mind was halfway to planning the next patrol shift when I heard the sound of footsteps that were purposeful but hesitant coming down the corridor towards me. I knew them instantly…they were Dante's.He didn’t knock. He knew better.“Tion,” he said, his voice pitched low.I didn’t look up at first. “You’ve got that tone again.”“Wha

Tanya’s POV The forest, especially at night, had a way of quieting the troubled thoughts in my mind. Not erasing them… that wasn't possible, but somehow softening them until they were less like sharp blades that stabbed me over and over and more like worn stones I could turn over in my hand without bleeding. Tonight, the air was cold enough to bite, the wind threading through the tree branches like a low, steady hum. I sat on the fallen log near the eastern ridge, my hands resting loosely on my laps, and just letting the moonlight soak into me. Training had been brutal today… not just physically, but in the way it dug up memories I thought I buried deep. Dante had been patient, too patient in fact, and that was what made it worse. Patience meant he clearly saw all the cracks I tried so hard to hide. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about Moon Stone. About the stares and the whispers. The exact moment the world had tilted and the word latent had been carved into my skin lik

Dante's POV The morning after telling Tion, I decided I needed distance.Not because Tanya had done anything wrong or because she wasn’t worth being around but because my heart was pulling in a direction my position wouldn’t let me follow and if I didn’t create some space, I was going to cross a line I couldn’t uncross.So, I made myself scarce.I assigned her training supervision to Holt. I avoided lingering in the training yard when I knew she was there. I made sure I stayed away from the greenhouse when I made my rounds, even though I knew she sometimes spent her afternoons there.I told myself it was for the best. I told myself it would work.It didn’t.She noticed my distance after three days.I should have expected that …Tanya wasn’t an oblivious person, not at all. She was really observant but just tended to keep her observations to herself unless they mattered. Apparently, this mattered.I was halfway through organizing the patrol rosters when I heard a knock at my office doo