Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Despised Omega: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Damon.The mention of his brother's name as the purpose of her call was enough to keep Draco hooked like a fish. His heart suddenly began to pump faster, and his breathing over the phone became unnervingly calm.She could almost picture him sitting up now, with that deadly predator’s grin spreading across his face.“Well, well,” Draco said at last with his voice packed with genuine intrigue. “You’ve got my attention, kitten. Damon, hmm? Tell me… what’s that self righteous bastard done now?”Nyla grinned to herself, savoring the moment. “He’s losing his edge. Losing his mind, really. Your twin… the mighty Alpha Saint himself has suddenly gone soft.”“Soft?” Draco repeated with a chuckle. “You’ll have to do better than that, darling. The Damon I know was born with a stick so far up his ass he could have fought with it. But soft?”“It’s true,” Nyla snapped, frowning even though he couldn’t see it. “He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning

Damon’s car finally rolled past the border and into the heart of Shadow pack territory. He slowed down, sweeping through the entire land with a suspicious eye. Something was wrong… very wrong.The streets that were usually filled with chatter and movement were now deserted, and all the houses were locked up tight. No children played in the dirt, and no pack members sat gossiping on the porches. The air itself felt… abandoned.Damon frowned at the sight, then finally packed his car in the middle of the street right in front of the pack's council house. The place looked less like a pack territory and more like an empty graveyard. He stepped out, stretching his senses, sniffing for life, for movement, for anything. Nothing. Just emptiness.“Cowards,” he muttered with a dark and lethal voice.He had come searching for Elena, but all he was seeing was a pack too terrified to face him. And that told him more than their words ever could. Something caught his attention

Elena had stormed out of the bar immediately she sensed the danger. She had no need for unnecessary attention, so she had decided flight was her best bet. The biker’s twisted grin was still stuck in her mind, and the echo of her slap vibrated in her bones. She had not waited for his reaction. She didn’t need to… not when she had seen that look in his eyes, and the movement of his cronies… men who had been scattered around the bar, drinking, smoking, watching. The moment she pushed through the door into the cool night air, she heard the movement of chairs and then footsteps behind her. “Fuck,” she hissed under her breath, pulling her jacket tighter and increasing her pace. Her plan had been simple… make it back to the motel, lock the door, and deal with her demons in silence. But that plan looked very unlikely now since it seemed those men weren’t going to let it slide. She knew their type… Men who thought women were to

The road stretched endlessly beneath Damon’s tires as he drove on despite his tiredness. Hours had slowly turned into days, and still… nothing. No trace of Elena.Every time he said her name in his head, it ached badly, but he couldn't help it. The anger he felt toward Kane and the Shadow Pack was already simmering, but now it had turned into something else… torment. She had been there, Kane had confirmed it, but they had been unable to stop her, instead angering her even more which was the only explanation for the destruction he had seen with his own eyes.But it also told him something else… she was scared.She had run again. Alone. And he had no goddamned clue which way she had gone.Damon hissed furiously as he guided the car down a narrow country road. The small towns he had already passed through that day were blurred in his memory. Dull motels with ugly signs and dirty walls, gas stations with rude attendants, and diners filled with the scent of burnt cof

The absence of Damon’s dominating presence felt like a wound in the walls of the Nightshade pack house, and even with Hector's diligent presence, it just wasn't the same. The guards moved about stiffly, looking uncertain of themselves, while servants carried out their duties with hushed urgency, keeping their ears tuned to whispers about where their Alpha had gone and what would become of them in his absence.Upstairs in Nyla's room, she was seated with Lucia. They had exchanged the normal pleasantries when Lucia arrived, but the conversation had quickly drifted into meaningless chatter… weather, new dresses, idle gossip about servants and Hector’s over serious demeanor. Nyla indulged her for a few minutes, but her patience was never built for small talk. She sipped her wine, keeping her eyes steadily locked on Lucia's, until finally, Lucia gave in to her own curiosity.“All right,” Lucia said with a tone of suspicion, crossing her legs and leaning forward slightly. “K