บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Chapter 152: Seeds of RuinCASSANDRA’S POVI leaned back in the worn leather chair of the abandoned cabin and swirled the dark wine in my glass. Days had passed since the chaos at the ruins, yet the taste of victory still lingered sweeter than any drink. My side still ached where Anya’s blade had caught me but the pain only sharpened my focus. Whispers had reached me through my spies inside Ironclaw. Damien had returned but not as the man they remembered. He looked at Anya like a stranger he wanted gone. He avoided her touch. He carried hatred in his eyes that no memory loss could fully explain. And best of all, she had left. I smiled into the shadows and took a slow sip. The fire crackled in the hearth and cast dancing light across the rough walls. This was the opening I had waited for. No more games, no more half measures. Anya stood exposed, vulnerable, and carrying that hybrid abomination in her belly. Now I would make sure she never drew another peaceful breath.I rose and pull

Chapter 154: Echoes of Pain ANYA’S POV I sat on the wooden bench outside the main healing cottage with a cup of warm herbal tea between my hands. The garden around me bloomed with vibrant flowers and protective runes carved into smooth stones. Elowen had welcomed me with open arms and gentle hands that eased some of the sickness, yet the heaviness in my chest refused to lift. The pup kicked strongly today as if reminding me I carried more than just life. I carried responsibility too.Iris approached with quick steps. Her face looked pale and her hands twisted together in front of her. She stopped in front of me and took a deep breath before speaking. “Anya, I’ve got news from Ironclaw. Damien passed out last night. He has not woken up yet. The healers are with him but they worry.” The cup nearly slipped from my fingers. A sharp pull tugged at my heart and for one wild moment I wanted to run to the car and drive back. I set the tea down carefully and pressed both hands over my bell

Chapter 156: Moonlit Warning DAMIEN’S POV“I’ve been waiting for you, Cassandra. What took you this much time?”She froze in the doorway with her hand still on the knob. Her eyes widened in genuine shock as she stared at me. I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in my hand and my shirt discarded on the floor beside me. The scar on my face pulled tight as I watched her recover from the surprise.“How did you know I would come?” she asked, stepping further into the room while her posture shifted into something more defensive. I didn’t say a word to her, instead I set the glass down slowly and stood up. My muscles felt tight from days of restless energy. My memory replayed the night I collapsed in the garden when someone appeared to me. It was the Moon Goddess herself. She had pulled me out of the darkness and showed me fragments of what was coming. She had told me my memories would return when the time was right. She also made it clear why I had been sent back to protect Anya and

Chapter 158: The Pull Home DAMIEN’S POV I lay in the large bed staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open. Every time I closed them I saw her. Anya’s face. The way she had looked at me the night she left. The curve of her belly carrying our child. The quiet pain in her eyes when I pulled away. Sleep refused to come. I tossed for another hour before I threw the covers off and stood up. My chest felt tight with something I could no longer ignore. I grabbed my cloak from the chair, pulled it over my shoulders, and walked out of the room. The hallway lights cast long shadows as I made my way to Gavin’s quarters. I knocked firmly on his door. He opened it moments later, hair messy and eyes narrowed in confusion. “What the hell are you doing up at this hour, Alpha Damien?” he asked, rubbing his face. I met his gaze without hesitation. “I need you to come with me to Elowen right now. I am going to bring my wife home.” A slow smile spread across Gavin’s face. He stepped back and grab

Chapter 160: The Serpent SmilesCASSANDRA’S POVThe dungeon smelled of wet stone and old blood. I sat on the edge of the narrow cot with my back against the cold wall, legs stretched out in front of me. Chains lay loose around my wrists, more for show than actual restraint. The single torch in the corridor flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced across the iron bars. I had been sitting like this for hours, listening to the distant sounds of celebration filtering down from above. Laughter, music. It sounded like the pack was rejoicing. A guard’s boots echoed on the stairs. He came into view carrying a tray with stale bread and water. He stopped in front of my cell and sneered. “Luna Anya, your sister just had a baby,” he said, voice thick with mockery. “A healthy son. The whole pack is up there celebrating like fools. Luna and Alpha together again with their little hybrid prince.”I lifted my head slowly. The guard expected rage. Tears. Something broken. Instead, a soft l