บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Chapter 162: The Coming Storm ANYA’S POVI sat beside Damien at the head table with our son nestled in my arms, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the warm glow of countless lanterns. Pack members raised glasses in our direction. Elders clapped each other on the back. Guests from Crescent Moon and Elowen mingled with Ironclaw warriors, sharing stories and congratulations. The air smelled of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh bread. Everything looked perfect. A celebration worthy of a new heir.Yet I could not smile.A heavy dread had settled in my chest since the moment we stepped into the hall. It pressed against my ribs like a warning I could not name. I kept one hand on my son’s back and nodded at the right moments, but the joy around me felt distant, like watching a play from behind thick glass. Something was coming. I felt it in my bones, in the way the hairs on my arms stood up, in the way my wolf paced restlessly inside me. I just could not see where it would st

Chapter 164: Echoes of the Heart ANYA’S POVI sat on the edge of the bed with my son cradled against my chest, his small breaths steady and warm against my skin. The celebration still echoed faintly from the grand hall below, music and laughter filtering through the thick walls like a distant dream. I should have felt safe. I should have felt joy. Instead, an uneasy tension coiled in my stomach. Something was wrong. The feeling had not left me since the vision, and now it pressed heavier with every passing minute.A loud commotion erupted in the hallway. Shouts. Footsteps pounding against the floor. My heart jumped. I handed the baby to Iris and pushed to my feet, ignoring the pull of the fresh surgical scar across my abdomen.“Stay here,” Iris said quickly, stepping in front of the door. “I will go see what is happening. Please, Anya. You just gave birth. You need rest.”I shook my head and moved around her. “I cannot stay here while something is wrong. Not when it might involve Dam

Chapter 166: The Weight in His Eyes ANYA’S POVI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains. Our son lay nestled against my side in the wide bed, his tiny fingers curled around the edge of the blanket. The room smelled of fresh linen and the faint herbal scent Mira had left in a bowl on the nightstand. For a moment everything felt peaceful. Then I turned my head and saw Damien standing by the window, staring out at the grounds with his back to me. His shoulders were tense, his hands clasped behind him. He had been like this since the night he collapsed in the study. Distant in a way that had nothing to do with lost memories.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake the baby. My body still ached from the birth and the surgery, but the pain felt secondary to the unease twisting in my chest. Damien turned when he heard me move. His golden eyes softened the instant they met mine, but there was something else there. A heaviness. A longing mixed with sorrow tha

Chapter 168: Blood and Fury ANYA’S POVI stared at Damien as his words sank into me like broken glass. He had just told me he would die tonight. The Moon Goddess had only sent him back on borrowed time. Once he fulfilled his purpose of protecting us, he would leave again. Permanently. My chest tightened until I could barely draw a breath. The celebration downstairs felt like a cruel joke. The music sounded distant and mocking.“No,” I said. My voice shook at first, then hardened with resolve. “Over my dead body will I let you walk into that battlefield knowing this. You are not leaving me again. Not like this.”Damien reached for me, but I stepped back quickly. My hands trembled as I clutched the front of his shirt, twisting the fabric tight between my fingers.“Anya, we do not have time,” he said. “The enemy is already inside the walls.”“Then run!” I cried. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I turned to Gavin and Iris who stood near the door. Their faces looked pale with shock. “Tak

Chapter 170: Fragments of YesterdayANYA’S POVI opened my eyes to the sound of my son crying. The wails pierced through the heavy silence of the bathroom and pulled me from the fog. Cold porcelain pressed against my cheek. I lay curled beneath the bathtub, legs drawn tight to my chest, my back against the tiled wall. My clothes clung to my skin, damp from hours of sitting in the same spot. I did not remember how long I had stayed there this time. It’s been a week since Damien died, yet every morning felt like the first cruel reminder. The baby’s cries grew louder. I pushed myself up slowly. My muscles ached. My joints protested as I crawled out from under the tub and stood on unsteady feet. I moved like a ghost through my own home, bare feet silent on the floor. The mirror caught my reflection for a brief second. Sunken eyes stared back at me, hair tangled and dull. I turned away and opened the bathroom door. Iris stood in the nursery across the hall, rocking my son in her arms. S