Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Despised Omega: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

“Hold on!” Damon yelled as he struggled desperately to get the car under control. The tires shrieked against the asphalt, with the force hurling Mara into the window and painfully dragging Elena forward against her seatbelt. Damon fought with every single bit of control he had left, and after a few tense seconds, the car finally came to a violent stop.All was silent for a long time, and only the ragged breathing and hissing of the engine could be heard.“What the hell was that?” Mara asked, looking back through the windshield to see if she could get a better view of the wolf they had just hit.Elena didn’t say anything. Her own eyes were wide and unfocused, and her breath seemed to be stuck somewhere between terror and disbelief. Damon eventually forced his door open, cursing furiously under his breath.“Stay here,” he ordered.Elena threw her door open at the same time. “Like hell I’m staying.”Mara scrambled out after them, and all three proceeded cau

Jason's words were soon followed by a dreadful howl that Damon, Elena, and Mara recognized all too well…An Abomination.Damon’s head immediately shot towards the direction of the howl, while Elena and Mara immediately went tense with their eyes widening in terror. Draco however is confused about the whole thing as he has no idea about what was going on.The VORTEX soldiers were the first to burst out from the trees…dressed as usual in their black gears and carrying their anti werewolf weapons.“VORTEX…” Elena whispered, confirming what they already knew.Behind the soldiers, the ground trembled violently, followed by another howl that immediately made Damon’s wolf stir anxiously inside him. Mara backed up so fast in fear that she almost tripped over Jason’s leg.It was a single Abomination that came out, but it was still as terrifying as they remembered when Elias had first let them loose. It howled again as it saw them, with its eyes blazing with bloodlust

 Jason sat upright on the bed, breathing heavily as the last haze of unconsciousness faded away from his eyes. The healing induced by his werewolf abilities had finished its work…every bruise, cut, and wound had smoothed over, replaced by the steady strength of a werewolf who had come back from the edge.“Elena,” he muttered again, reaching for her hand like a lost child finally found. “Thank the goddess… I thought… I thought I was never going to see you again.”She allowed him to hold her hand, offering a faint but strained smile.“You’re safe now,” she said quietly. “We got you out.”Jason then noticed Mara standing near the lamp, staring at him with open curiosity.“Uh… who’s she?” he asked, confused.Mara lifted a hand. “Hi. Friendly stranger. Not here to kill you.”Jason didn't look convinced, but he soon w

Draco stormed into the Nightshade mansion with the rage of a man who had tasted humiliation for the first time in years. The moment he burst through the front doors, half the guards panicked immediately, while the bolder ones pretended as if they weren’t terrified. He looks at any of them however. His mind was too troubled, and his eyes were wild with fury and the murderous energy that was hovering over him.The pack house…his pack house now…suddenly felt suffocating.He had nearly had Damon. Nearly. His brother, the one who was supposed to have been lost on his foolhardy quest had stood there alive, breathing, and defiant. Seeing Damon again had been like swallowing fire. That level of hatred didn’t come from rivalry. It came from lifelong resentment.And Damon actually found the Elena he went after, with the look in his eyes clearly suggesting that he was willing to protect her with a desperation he had never witnessed from his brother. And it irritated him so much he

Lucia had never been the type to wait patiently for an opportunity. She preferred to create it, bend it, and seduce it into existence if she had to. And after the way Draco had melted in her hands the previous day, drunk on vodka and lust, she was convinced that she finally had her foothold. A dangerous foothold, yes, but desire had never frightened her. Power was always worth the burn.So before the sun had even risen fully into the sky the next morning, she moved through the packhouse halls with arrogant grace to finish the job. She didn’t bother knocking when she got to Damon's room. She simply pushed the bedroom door open with a slow sensuality, letting the sight of her silhouette do half the talking.Draco was inside…shirtless as he was most of the time, half dressed everywhere else, and clearly nursing the remnants of a hangover as he rubbed a hand over his jaw. At the sight of her, he frowned slightly, confused but wary. He hadn’t expected her so soon…but Lucia was co