บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Despised Omega: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

His hand savagely clamped around the elder’s throat, lifting him from the ground with terrifying strength. The old man choked and clawed at Draco’s arm as his cane fell uselessly to the ground, but the Alpha blood’s grip was unshakeable.“So you want to defy me?” Draco asked coldly, breathing into the elder’s defiant face. “Even in your pitiful state, you are still thinking about standing against me?”The elder struggled to speak, and his voice barely rose above a weak whisper. “You will… never be our Alpha…”Draco’s lips twisted into a slow and cynical smile. “Then you will never speak again.”With a cold and merciless snap, he twisted the elder’s neck like an ordinary chicken, and the man went limp instantly. Draco dropped the lifeless body carelessly, letting it slump across the scattered table in front of the horrified council.Silence reigned for a long time, and Draco looked at the rest of them with bloodlust greedily filling his countenance. “That,” h

Elena found herself standing barefoot on the smooth pebbles at the water’s edge, with the hem of her dress tied just above her knees, and her long hair loosely blowing with the breeze.For the first time in days, she felt… truly free.Leo stood a few feet ahead of her, with one of his boots off, and the other dangling from his hand as he tested the rocks for solid footing. His hair was still damp and plastered around his face after he had dipped his face into the stream earlier, and the grin he wore seemed as much a part of him as the strength in his eyes.“Now,” he said, gesturing with the fishing spear he held, “pay attention, Elena. The river doesn’t reward impatience. You have to be very still, watching the current carefully as it reveals its secrets.”Elena folded her arms and gave him a doubtful smile. “Secrets? Leo, it’s a fish. It's not like some mystical guardian of wisdom.”He chuckled. “Says the girl who had been standing here for over half an hou

A few days later the full moon came, and with it was Draco and Nyla's ascension as the Alpha and Luna of Nightshade. Draco now sat proudly and arrogantly on his throne, with Nyla beside him, her own throne slightly smaller, but no less royal. She looked beautiful and deadly, with her neck adorned with chains of gold that looked like trophies.Below them, the rest of the pack feasted on the lavish spread that had been placed before them… platters of roasted venison, spiced pork, salads, and glasses filled to the brim with bubbling champagne. Musicians played in the corner, Nightshade wolves who had been trained in the old ways of pack music. Their music was filled with wild rhythm, half tribal, half royal, perfectly capturing the twisted splendor of the night.Draco raised his glass. “To the new Nightshade!” he bellowed. “To strength, to blood, and to loyalty!”A thunder of howls answered him, not like they had any other choice if they wanted to keep their lives.Lucia however sat stil

The storm had spent itself by dawn, leaving behind a dripping forest that smelled of wet earth and pine. Elena woke up to the sound of chirping birds and Leo’s calm breathing on the other side of the fire. For a moment, she lay still, watching the light catch on his face. He looked stressed even in his sleep, a kind of unconscious readiness that must have been developed from years of living a solitary life in this unforgiving terrain.The memory of last night hit her in a rush… the way his skin had felt warm and stirred her body, and the way his eyes had glowed like molten gold just before he pulled away.She sat up quickly, trying to push it all from her mind. Get a grip, Elena. He’s your friend. Your protector. Not… whatever your heart keeps trying to make him.Leo stirred a few seconds later, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. “You’re up early.” He said with a small smile, although his voice was still rough from sleep.“So are you,” she said softly, brushing some dirt from

Damon was standing against the window and dressing up when Mara woke up from her deep sleep. She frowned, still a bit groggy. “Damon?”He didn’t answer. He just reached for his jacket, slung it over his shoulder, and began tucking a folded map into his pocket.Mara felt her heart skip in her chest. “Why are you up so early?”He froze for half a second but didn’t turn. “Go back to sleep.”Something in the way his voice sounded cold and detached snapped her fully awake. She sat up fast, letting the blanket fall from her shoulders. “Wait…where are you going?”“Somewhere I need to be,” he said.“That’s not an answer,” she snapped at him.“It’s the only one you’re getting.”Her pulse spiked. He wasn’t joking, and that realization made her voice shake. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”He didn’t deny it. He just adjusted his belt mechanically, passing it through the waistband like he had all the time in the world.“Damon,” she called him again, much firmer this time. “You can’t just walk out li