All Chapters of The Alpha's Despised Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The large conference dining room was sparkling like a palace hall. It was built to impress visiting dignitaries, but today it was hosting Damon Grey, his most trusted inner circle, and the handful of staff allowed the privilege… or the curse of serving at the Alpha’s table.Elena was seated two seats down from Damon, a place carefully chosen courtesy of Nyla herself. She was not too close to look like someone that mattered, but also not too far to avoid notice. Just in the middle… visible enough for subtle attacks, low enough to establish her lack of place.She sat down quietly, maintaining a dignified posture despite the ache in her shoulders from having to manually do forced laundry until her hands blistered raw. Nyla and Lucia were already seated across from her, leaning close and sharing hushed laughter that was clearly for her to hear but never to join.“Good morning,” Nyla said sweetly, reaching for the steaming coffee pot closest to her, and pouring coffee into Damon’s cup with

The corridors of the mansion had a different heartbeat at night. The movements of staff were long gone, and there was no one scrambling to meet up to Nyla's endless demands, or Lucia's snapping orders. There was a perfect silence in the air.Elena had no idea why Jason had asked to meet her, or why she found herself willing to trust him, but she wanted to give him a chance anyways. She wanted to know what his true intentions were, if he was an ally she could trust.She arrived at the west wing basement, saw the blind spot he had mentioned to her for the security camera and quickly used it to avoid detection. Her heart was beating heavily, and she kept glancing around nervously, afraid that someone must have seen or followed her. Deep within her, despite her willingness to trust Jason, there was still the thought that this could all be a trap… another staged humiliation Nyla would laugh about at breakfast.Not long after, her thoughts were interrupted by approaching footsteps. She held

A day had passed, yet the storm Elena had been waiting for was yet to come. There was clearly something going on and she knew that for sure, but the fact that they were taking their time about it was concerning. Damon had not come home last night, and Jason seemed to also be avoiding her like a plague. The look on the faces of guards and servants confirmed it all, but there were no confrontations or accusations like before, and it deeply unsettled her. She preferred it when they all came at her openly, but this suspense was killing her slowly because even Nyla and Lucia carried on their usual shenanigans without as much as hint that they had made a dangerous move against her.It was all probably resting on Damon… it had to be. And the very thought scared her beyond imagination.She was in the laundry room that afternoon, enduring the terrible heat as she did laundry when she heard the approach of footsteps. She could already tell the owners of the footsteps before they even reached w

“Leave us.”It wasn’t shouted, and he didn’t need to raise his voice. The message was clear to Nyla and Lucia that it wasn't a request, it was a non negotiable command that could carry devastating consequences if not swiftly obeyed.Nyla frowned, and her lips parted slowly as if she wanted to say something… because she never gave up the chance to argue. But after hearing the tone of that voice and seeing the look in Damon's eyes, whatever she had in mind died there.She stalked out of the room, visibly disappointed that she wouldn't be able to witness Elena's humiliation, but she took satisfaction in the fact that Elena couldn't possibly wriggle her way out of this particular mess. Lucia was right behind her also, grinning mischievously at Elena as if she had just received a death sentence.“Careful with that iron, little lamb,” Nyla muttered as she walked through the door. “Wouldn’t want another man to mistake your burns for love bites.”The hiss of the machines swallowed her laughte

The silence in the laundry room was deafening.Elena’s heart pounded wildly as she opened her eyes slowly, so loud that she could even hear the blood rushing in her ears. Her back was pinned against the cold wall, and the dust from shattered plaster rained down over her hair and shoulders. For a few frozen seconds, she couldn’t even process what had just happened… she couldn’t breathe, and neither could she think because the truth stood before her, glaring and undeniable.Damon’s arm was still outstretched. But it wasn’t a man’s hand that punched through the stone wall inches away from her face, it was a clawed, monstrous thing… black veined and lethal, his half shift having ripped through his control.Her eyes went back to the jagged hole in the wall. The impact had left it gaping, looking as if the entire mansion was going to crumble from the powerful force he had unleashed. The thought that it could have been her face… that the blow could have ripped straight through her skull made