Semua Bab The Alpha's Regret; The Omega's Revenge.: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Amira’s POVI wasn’t dreaming.Brianna Lowell passed me her lip gloss during the third period like we had been friends since birth. She waved me over to her table at lunch and made sure everyone saw it.I just stood there, with a tray of mashed potatoes and shame cooling in my trembling hands, blinking like I had entered a dream or a trap.No one teased me that day, everyone simply looked at me with happy eyes. Finally, I was no longer a silly Omega, I was friends with the most popular girl in school.It had been three whole days since my altercation with Brianna and since then no silly jokes about my orange hair, or my full hips, or being the “moonless mutt” bastard child of a maid. Instead, I caught compliments. Sweet compliments like.“You are glowing, Dawson.”“Did you lose weight?”“Your scent’s different.”Even the teachers looked at me like I belonged, like apart from my brain something else about me actually mattered in MMH.I tried to tell myself it was nothing. A fluke. A dr

Declan’s POVYou all are probably going to hate me after this.Honestly, I would hate myself too.Because what I am about to tell you isn’t the kind of thing you can just brush off. It’s the sort of thing that stays with you, the kind of betrayal that brands your soul forever.I did not fall for Amira Dawson by accident.I was supposed to destroy her.Brianna’s idea, of course. She came to me two months ago, leaning in with that wicked smile of hers, platinum blonde curls and a proposition that sounded ridiculous at first…"Make her fall for you. Make her think she matters. Then take it away in front of everyone."I remember laughing, asking her why the hell she even cared about an Omega nobody. I asked her if it was because of the little embarrassment Amira gave her earlier that day. She did not answer that partjust promised me something I couldn’t ignore: a word with her father.Brianna’s father, Victor Lowell, isn’t just anyone. He sits on the Montgomery Council, one of the top fiv

Declan’s POVI can still hear the sound. That crack of shattering glass, followed by the dull, sickening thud of flesh against metal. It replays in my head like some cursed song on loop, and no matter how hard I try to silence it, it always finds a way back into my skull.Brianna’s scream had cut through my ears, sharp enough that it rattled my bones. I remember my feet pounding the pavement, heart racing faster than it ever had before. Even before Brianna ran towards me to tell me what had happened to Amira, I already knew something had happened because of the screeching sound I heard, and when I reached the scene of the accident was Amira lying like she was lifeless.She was crumpled on the asphalt, her body twisted, blood streaking across her forehead and dripping down her cheek. Her school uniform skirt was torn, one shoe flung far from her. She looked broken, like a plastic doll someone had smashed and thrown aside.“Amira!” Brianna’s voice cracked like glass as she collapsed to