All Chapters of The last omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Irene The lantern burns low in the corner, its glow making the stone walls feel closer than they are. I sit cross-legged on the bed, staring at the tray of food left hours ago. The bread has gone stale at the edges, and the stew smells like old smoke. My stomach growls, but my pride keeps me stubborn. The lock scrapes. The door creaks open. I straighten, pulse racing. It’s not Jack. Tom steps inside, carrying another tray. His shoulders are tight, his jaw sharp with tension. He sets the tray down hard enough that the cup rattles against the plate. I clear my throat. “You don’t have to slam it like that.” His eyes cut to mine, sharp as blades. “Eat. Or don’t. I don’t care.” I blink at the bitterness in his tone. “What did I ever do to you? You look at me like I killed your cat.” “You don’t want to know what I see when I look at you,” he mutters. “Then tell me,” I press, standing. “Because all I’ve done is exist in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He steps closer, his fist

Kevin The window latch is stubborn, the wood swollen from summer heat. I wedge the hammer against the frame, muttering curses under my breath. A sharp crack finally gives way and I grin—until the smile dies in my throat. Something punches into my chest. Not pain exactly, but pressure. Crushing, suffocating. My breath staggers. Sweat beads down my spine even though the air is still and warm. I drop the hammer. It clatters across the floorboards. My heart slams against my ribs like it wants out. “Irene,” I whisper, because her name is the only thing that makes sense. The pressure sharpens. My pulse races. The air feels too thin. I grip my chest with both hands, knuckles white. My knees almost buckle. Something’s wrong. “Irene!” My voice cracks as I stumble into the hall. The sound echoes through the house, desperate. “Irene!” Doors fly open. Rowan barrels from the kitchen, knife still in his hand. Cassian storms in through the back, sweat and dirt on his arms from patr

Irene The door slams shut behind Tom, leaving me curled on the floor, clutching my ribs. Every breath feels jagged, like knives scraping inside me. My body shakes, not just from the blows but from the weight of his words. We’ve been here before, Aria whispers, her voice trembling but steady. They tried to break us once. They failed. They’ll fail again. “I can’t,” I choke out, rocking slightly. “Not again. I can’t live like this.” Then we don’t live like this, she says fiercely. We run. We find a way. We survive. I press my forehead to the cold stone floor, tears stinging my eyes. “How? They’ve locked me up like an animal. Every corner is guarded. Jack watches me like I’m his crown jewel. Tom—” My voice cracks. “Tom hates me so much he’d rather kill me than look at me.” Then we don’t ask him for mercy, Aria insists. We don’t wait for rescue. We take it. Look. Search. There’s always a crack, always a weakness. Find it. Her determination floods into me, burning through the haze o

Kevin The pain comes like a knife. I suck in a sharp breath as heat burns under my ribs. My hand flies to my side, and when I lift my shirt, a dark bruise is already forming. The ache isn’t mine—it’s Irene’s. Kay, my wolf, growls inside me. Breathe. Don’t drown in it. Hold it steady. I grit my teeth, forcing air through my lungs until the pain settles into a dull, steady throb. Functional. Barely. The living room is lit by harsh electric light. The long table in the center is covered with a large paper map, notes scribbled in pencil, a few pins stuck in the corners. Cassian stands at the head, both hands gripping the wood. Rowan sits half-leaning in a chair, pretending to look relaxed but his jaw is tight. Elias hovers by the window, shoulders tense, twisting a bandage roll between his fingers. “She’s in his house,” Cassian says, voice rough. “Our scout smelled Jack on the porch. He’s guarding it with his life.” “She is there,” I answer. I don’t even leave space for do

Irene “It hurts,” I say. “But he hasn’t… not like that.” Not yet. My fingers curl into the blanket on my lap. “He tries to press with his voice, with his aura. He thinks I will bend if he pushes long enough. He thinks he is the only answer. He is wrong.” Tobias lets out a breath he’s been holding since he stepped in. “Sometimes I think I’m going to choke if I don’t say the truth out loud. But when I try, my throat closes.” “Then say it here,” I tell him. “Say it now.” He looks down at his hands. “I hate it here.” “Good,” I say. “Keep that. Don’t let it turn into hate for yourself.” He looks up fast, like I tossed him a rope. “How do you do that?” I lift a shoulder. “I remember what is mine. My name. My wolf. The way the forest smelled when I ran with Cassian. The sound of Rowan laughing when he thinks no one can hear. The way Kevin’s hands shake when he’s trying not to cry. I stack those things like stones. I build a wall inside and I stand behind it.” “Does it work