Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Despised Omega: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

“Move,” Damon muttered, urging them all out of the hotel with an anxious look on his face.Elena didn’t argue. She calmly covered her face with the cap she was wearing and walked slowly behind him. Mara was grumbling as she and Jason brought up the rear, complaining about how she had not had a single normal day since she met Damon.The car Jason had stolen earlier from an impound compound waited at the curb…an aging SUV that didn't exactly look pretty but seemed to have the endurance for rough work.They piled in quickly, with Damon getting into the driver's seat while Elena and Mara got in the back.Damon turned the ignition and the engine growled awake, giving off a funny sound before settling into a steady purr.“Please tell me we’re leaving this cursed city forever,” Mara muttered, hugging her arms as Damon eased the car onto the road.“That depends,” Damon replied, shifting into gear, “on whether we survive the next few hours ahead of us.”Elena

The truck rattled violently as Pascal swerved around a pothole that looked big enough to swallow a small child. Everyone jerked forward, grabbing onto anything within reach to steady themselves. Mara shrieked, Elena cursed under her breath, Damon braced himself, and Jason held to the seat as if the truck might try to bite him. The four rogues didn't even move, and Pascal looked annoyingly thrilled with himself, not even hearing Damon’s question. Mara had to chip in loudly…as usual. “Okay, okay, okay, you need to explain yourself right now. Where the hell did you come from? Last time we spoke, you said you were done with this madness and going off to look for ‘adventure’ and ‘fate’ and ‘a mysterious destiny’ or whatever dramatic nonsense you said. So WHY are you here?!” Pascal slapped the steering wheel. “Wow, dramatic nonsense? Already attacking my poetic soul.” “Pascal, answer the damn question,” Damon snarled at him.

The drive stretched on for hours, constantly taking them deeper and deeper into terrain that surely had not seen a human footstep in decades. The forest thickened until the trees formed walls and the sky vanished behind interlocking branches, and even the air felt different and older…heavy, untouched, carrying the scent of a quiet that felt almost sacred.Pascal drove at ease, humming, pointing out random details as if they were on a sightseeing trip and not fugitives fleeing two different enemies.The rest remained completely silent, except for Mara who was yapping away like a disgruntled teenager.“I swear, Pascal, if this place you’re taking us to doesn’t at least have something soft to sit on, I’ll cry. My back feels like I’ve been sleeping on gravel for a week. Damon, next time we’re booking a VIP hotel suite even if we’re running for our lives. And Jason, stop pretending you’re asleep…I know you heard me say I saw a snake earlier and you didn’t even react. Wha

 Lucia woke up with a violent gasp.Her heart pounded heavily against her ribs, and her fingers clawed desperately at the sheets. For a brief moment she couldn’t tell if she was alive or still trapped in the darkness that had swallowed her last. Her vision was blurry, with weird shapes bending and twisting in front of her like shadows underwater. She jerked upright, ready to defend herself…but then paused.She wasn’t in Nightshade.She wasn’t even in a forest.She was in a room…A clean, spacious, and surprisingly luxurious room with brilliantly polished floors, a table set with water and fruit, and curtains drawn just enough for sunlight to slip in. It was too neat, too calm, and too composed to be Nightshade…Not when Draco was in charge.Her confusion gradually began to make way for fear and uncertainty. This wasn’t her pack. This wasn’t anywhere she recognized. She remembered…

 Draco acted without hesitation, and his hand shot out to land a devastating slap on Nyla's cheek.A hot, controlled strike.The sound swept through the room like a gunshot and Nyla froze immediately. Though her hand was still lifted, and her body was still trembling with adrenaline as the blood from the servant’s wounds clung to her knuckles.She slowly turned toward Draco with stunned, wide eyes.He lowered his hand, breathing hard, and carrying a stern look on his face.“Nyla,” he said quietly, “that’s enough.”She didn’t speak.For the first time in years, she didn’t have a word.The servant lay unconscious beneath her, covered in blood.She stared at Draco in disbelief, with her chest rising and falling, and her claws slowly retracting.For a second, Draco only stood there, bare chested and furious, sweat still visible on his skin from the act she h