บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Chapter 142: Blood Calls BloodANYA’S POVI paced the length of my chambers with the crumpled note still clutched in my fist. The words burned behind my eyes even after I had read them a dozen times. Cassandra. My own sister had stolen Damien’s body and now she dangled it like fresh meat to lure me out. Three nights. The old ruins north of the river bend. Come alone or watch pieces of him arrive at the gates. I stopped near the window and pressed my forehead against the cool glass. The pup inside me gave a small flutter as if sensing my storm. Iris sat on the edge of the bed with her hands folded tight in her lap. Gavin leaned against the far wall with his arms crossed and his sword resting nearby. The lantern light flickered across their faces and showed the same grim resolve I felt twisting in my gut. “She wants me broken before the blade even touches my skin,” I said as I turned to face them. “She knows I will come for him. The question is how we answer without handing her exactl

Chapter 144: Threads of ResolveANYA’S POVMorning light filtered weakly through the heavy curtains and painted pale stripes across the floor of my chambers. I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands pressed to my belly and tried to shake the lingering horror from the nightmare. My eyes felt swollen and raw. Every breath still carried the echo of my own screams from the dark hours. I pushed to my feet and walked to the basin to splash cold water on my face. The shock of it grounded me enough to steady my trembling fingers. Iris entered without knocking, carrying a tray of bread, honey, and the familiar jar from Elowen. She took one look at me and set the tray down hard. “You look like you fought a dozen battles in your sleep. Talk to me.” I dried my face with a rough cloth and met her worried gaze. “The dream felt too real. Damien chased me through the forest. He wanted to tear the pup from my body. He said I lost everything and deserved nothing. I begged him to stop but he kept co

Chapter 146: Echoes Returned DAMIEN’S POV Darkness pressed on me from every side. I floated in nothing and everything at once. Cold wrapped my limbs while faint silver threads drifted past my face. Then a sound cut through the void. A woman screamed my name. The voice cracked with terror and reached straight into my chest. I tried to move toward it but chains of shadow held me down. The scream came again louder this time mixed with sobs and desperate pleas.“Please Damien. Come back. Save us. The baby. She is killing our baby.” Pain exploded behind my eyes. I thrashed against the darkness and felt something inside me snap. The voice belonged to someone important. It pulled me harder than any force I knew. My body burned as light pierced the black veil around me. I clawed forward through layers of nothing until the world slammed back into focus with brutal force.I stood in the middle of ruined stone walls with torches flickering around me. Blood roared in my ears. A massive wolf pi

Chapter 148: Fractured Inside DAMIEN’S POV I woke before dawn with a heavy weight on my chest. Anya slept curled on her side with one hand resting protectively over her belly. The sight should have warmed something in me. Instead a cold knot twisted tighter in my gut. I slipped out of bed quietly and dressed in fresh clothes. Every movement felt mechanical. I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head while keeping my eyes away from her sleeping form. The voice whispered again in the back of my mind. She is the enemy, she always has been. Hate her.I shook my head hard and left the room without looking back. The hallway stretched long and quiet under soft wall lights. My boots made little sound on the thick carpet. I needed space. Air. Anything except the pull I felt toward her and the stronger push that told me to run. Gavin rounded the corner ahead of me. He stopped short when he saw me and offered a respectful nod. “Alpha. You are up early. Is everything alright?”I glanced beh

Chapter 150: Weight of the Unseen DAMIEN’S POVI lay still in the large bed with my eyes open in the dark. Sleep had left me an hour ago. Anya had tossed on the couch across the room for most of the night. The cushions looked too firm for her swollen belly and she kept shifting to find comfort. I watched her in silence. Pity stirred in my chest every time she winced and adjusted her position. At the same time a cold anger burned underneath. She had killed me. The flash of memory confirmed it. Her power had torn through my chest under that red moon. Yet here she sat carrying my child and crying for a man she once ended. She stirred later and rushed to the bathroom. I kept my breathing even and my eyes closed when she returned. Her footsteps approached the bed. She stood over me for a long moment. Then the tears came. Her voice broke as she poured out her pain. Every word landed like stones on my ribs. She called herself tired. She begged me to remember her as her little fox. The sob