Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Despised Omega: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

 Lucia found herself well dressed in a very lovely gown she had never seen before. She wondered how fast it had all happened…From struggling to lay her claim in the leadership of Nightshade to being invited to dinner by the strange man who claimed to have rescued her.The doors to the main hall opened without her touching them, and a man in a well pressed black suit bowed. “He is expecting you.”Lucia lifted her chin, suppressing any sign of her internal trembling, and walked in.The hall was breathtaking. A long table stretched across a grand dining area that was lavishly decorated with chandeliers that were filled with crystal light.And at the far end sat Elias, looking less like a man and more like a carefully designed puzzle. His posture was perfect, and he carried a cheerful expression on his face. But there was something she noticed in his eyes…The look of a predator wearing poise and charm like a mask.

The Alpha’s throne was reeking of smoke, sweat, and spilled alcohol.Draco lounged across a wide leather chair like a king who had forgotten the meaning of restraint, with a half empty bottle of vodka dangling loosely from his hand. Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between his lips, drifting toward the high ceiling and staining the air with bitterness. Laughter…high, shrill, and false…filled the room as two naked women clung to him with their hands roaming freely over his chest and shoulders.Another woman sprawled across the sofa nearby, naked and unapologetic, sipping from a glass of champagne while watching the scene like a bored spectator.Draco laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “You see?” he roared, gripping one of the women by the waist. “This is how an Alpha is supposed to live.”The women giggled excessively, clearly trained at sounding impressed to please their customers.Clothes lay scattered everywhere on the floor, while the sacred symbol

Pain came first.White-hot and disorienting pain, tearing through bone and nerve as the world slowly reassembled itself from the fire and noise. The smell of smoke choked the air, thick and bitter, mixed with gasoline and burning rubber. The car lay on its side several feet off the road, with one door crushed inward, and the windshield cracked like sinister spiderwebs.Mara groaned, dragging herself up with a sharp gasp as pain shot through her ribs.“Oh…oh that is not fine,” she wheezed, trying not to pay attention to the pain. “That is absolutely not fine.”Pascal was already moving, or trying to. Blood ran down the side of his head, blurring his vision while his left arm hung awkwardly at his side.“Everyone alive?” he muttered.Mara coughed violently from the backseat. “I think so…” she winced. “I think my shoulder’s out though.”Before anyone could answer further, they began to hear the sound of movements.Damon forced himself to his feet and pul

When morning finally came, Damon stood a short distance away from the others, staring into the trees as if he was expecting them to move, and reveal more of Draco's men at any second. He had not slept the entire night because the rage that had fueled him through the ambush and the brutal fight was still burning in his body and refusing to cool. Mara sat on a fallen log near the fire, forcing her back to stay straight despite the pain she was clearly in. One leg was stretched out stiffly, the other bent, and her fingers were busy retightening a bandage around her thigh where shrapnel from the blast had injured her. Her face was pale, and her freckles stood out more than before, starkly but her eyes were alert and sharp, tracking Damon’s movements with quiet concern.Pascal leaned against a tree opposite her, keeping one shoulder braced against the trunk as if standing was the only thing that was actually keeping him awake. He hissed softly as he tried to adjust his position,

The rogue camp erupted into motion the instant the sentry’s warning echoed through the clearing…Weapons were grabbed by the non-shifters, while all the shifters quickly began to shift into their wolf forms as they assembled, snarling savagely. The calm of the morning was completely gone now, and it had been quickly replaced by the diligent, and disciplined chaos of a pack that had survived by never hesitating. The rogue leader came forward, with his powerful presence commanding silence even as adrenaline surged through the camp. “Details,” he snapped at the sentry. The sentry who was obviously still shaken by whatever horror he must have seen still bent as he fought to get his breath under control. “VORTEX,” he said hoarsely. “An entire force. Armored trucks. Soldiers. And…” His voice faltered. “And what?” the leader pressed. “They brought two beasts with them,” the sentry finished. “Two strange monsters that loo