All Chapters of The Alpha's Despised Omega: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

…And then, chaos erupted.The blast of automatic gunfire tore through the Broken Fang, shredding the air and filling the smoky bar with flashes of blinding light. Bullets tore through tables, bottles, walls, and flesh. The wolves who had barely begun to shift howled in agony as silver tipped rounds ripped through them, and the scent of blood mixed with the acrid bite of gunpowder.“Get down!” Mara screamed, pushing Damon aside as splinters exploded from the bar behind him.The VORTEX soldiers moved like a death machine…efficient, mechanical, and merciless. There were no warnings, no hesitation. They just kept on firing at will, sweeping the room from left to right as if they were merely exterminating vermin.Damon rolled behind an overturned table, pulling Mara down with him. “Stay low!” he barked.She barely heard him…the noise was deafening. Screams, gunshots, the desperate growls of wolves shifting…all fused into a hellish symphony. A massive werewolf had

For what seemed like ages, the only sounds they could hear were their footsteps going through the undergrowth and the rhythmic pounding of their heart. Smoke from the burning bar still clung to their clothes, and every breath they took was filled with the scent of gunpowder and blood.Damon didn’t know how long they had been running. Time had stretched into a blur of shadows and broken branches until finally, the man in black slowed down and raised a gloved hand. Damon stopped immediately, instinctively checking around the woods for any other movement. Mara stumbled to a halt beside him, her breathing ragged, with strands of hair sticking to her forehead.“Here,” the stranger said in that calm voice of his. “We’ll stop for now.”He turned, keeping his hood still drawn low enough to conceal his face. The moonlight caught the edge of his jaw and the glint of something at his belt…a dagger, slender and lethal. Damon noted it, memorizing every detail.He didn’t trus

 The forest seemed endless. Or at least that was how it felt to Mara as she trailed behind Damon. The sun had risen, shifted, and begun its slow descent in the horizon, and still he hadn’t stopped…not for water, not for rest, not even when they crossed into thicker bushes that tore at their arms and legs like thorn covered hands.It was the worst kind of travel. Aimless, directionless, led only by brute desperation…But Damon never slowed down. His strides were long and furious, and his shoulders were tense as his gaze fixed straight ahead as if the world behind him didn’t exist.Every so often, Mara would see his fingers twitch at his sides…small, involuntary movements, as if he was resisting the urge to tear something apart. Or maybe resisting the pain clawing at him from the inside.They had been walking for so long that Mara no longer felt her legs. Her breaths came hard and fast, pushing through her lungs with a

 Damon and Mara stayed very low to the ground, making their way forward very slowly and carefully.“They’re close,” Damon whispered.Mara nodded, matching his stealthy movements. It was all so scary and intriguing at the same time, and she couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or dreading it now. She had been around dangerous wolves before…violent rogues, deranged loners, and power drunk alphas…but there was something uniquely unsettling about not knowing whether the voices ahead belonged to allies… or threats.A few minutes later, Damon paused suddenly and raised his hand, signaling her to stop.A small rise of uneven earth appeared before them. A ravine…narrow, but still deep enough to hide anything or anyone in its belly. Damon motioned for her to follow him to the edge. They crawled forward on their stomachs until they reached the very edge of the ravine.Two figures stood in the clearin

 Elena had stopped counting the hours that must have gone by as she sat in that cold glass cage. She had tried shifting many more times again, but just like always, it never worked.She was still contemplating on whether to howl for help again when the door to the room suddenly hissed open. Heavy footsteps entered…several sets, but one in particular was calm, confident, and chillingly dominant. A man in his early fifties walked in, followed by a scurrying assistant, a cluster of white coated scientists, and a dozen guards dressed head to toe in VORTEX armor. The guards’ rifles pointed to the floor for now, but Elena had seen what those weapons did to wolves. She forced herself not to recoil.The man paused just inside the doorway, taking in the room carefully. He was tall, impeccably dressed, and carried himself with the certainty of someone who expected everything in the world to bow before him. His cold eyes roamed over the cages like he was