All Chapters of THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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11. False Trails

Chapter 11: False Trails ROWAN’S POV The river stank of rot and iron. For hours I’d refused to come down here out of fear. My hands trembled as I pushed through the reeds, the moonlight cutting through mist and reflecting off the water like shards of glass. “Alpha, she’s in a bad state,” my beta, Lior murmured, his voice low, almost apologetic. “We can’t identify the pack mark. It’s gone.” Gone. My boots sank into the muddy bank as I crouched. The girl’s body was wrapped in a black tarp, dripping. I hesitated before peeling it back. The smell hit first—sweat and rancid, like decaying flowers. Then I saw her hair, brown instead of raven black. Her frame was smaller, her fingers unpainted and bitten short. That isn’t Anya. My lungs seized in something between relief and disgust. I reached out anyway, my knuckles grazing the dead girl’s cold skin. She was someone’s daughter, someone’s mate, maybe, someone who deserved a burial, not this. “She’s not Anya,” I muttered, voice low, gr

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

12. First Spark

Chapter 12: First Spark ANYA’S POV Damien woke me up by knocking once—it was a sharp and decisive knock—before pushing the door open without waiting for permission. My eyes were barely open when his shadows filled the doorway with that ridiculous mask on his face. “Get up,” he commanded, voice gravel and smoke. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. “It’s not even light out.” “And it’s your second day of training.” He crossed the room in three strides and loomed over the bed. “Get up and get dressed, little fox. We’re already late.” Late? For something I didn’t agree to? I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, and caught the way his gaze flicked down my body before snapping back up. Heat stirred low in my belly despite the chill. He extended a hand and I took it. His palm swallowed mine, rough and warm, and he pulled me to my feet so close our chests nearly brushed. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. His scent wrapped around me just like last night. “About

Last Updated : 2025-11-15

13. Borderlines

Chapter 13: Borderlines DAMIEN’S POV The council room reeked of fear. It wasn’t the sharp, metallic scent of blood or the earthy musk of wolves gathering for war—it was something worse. Cowardice had a particular odour to it, sour and lingering, and tonight it coated every inch of the room. “We have a serious situation on our hands right now, Alpha Damien,” Elder Rorik trembled even though he tried to hide it. “As a pack we need our Alpha, we need our Alpha to protect us. But instead you are busy defending a girl with a cursed background.” My fist clenched, tighter and tighter, my jaw twitching. How dare him call her background cursed? How dare he call her a girl? Her name was Anya. But I didn’t say a word to him. If I did, there would be blood on the fine marble and his head would be hanging on a spike right outside the pack house. “Elder Rorik, we’ve got a matter of concern,” I said calmly, “as your Alpha it’s my duty to protect you and the entire pack and that’s exactly what

Last Updated : 2025-11-15

14. Ghost In The Mirror

Chapter 14: Ghost in the MirrorANYA’S POV Steam filled the bathroom like a soft cold, clinging to my skin as hot water ran down my back. I stood under the shower, both hands braced on the tiled wall, trying to breathe through the mess inside my chest. Let me be your man. His voice wouldn’t leave my head. I shut off the water and pushed my wet hair back, but the heat did nothing to calm me. My heart kept racing as if Damien were still in front of me, still close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips, still watching me like he wanted to pull me in and claim me right there between the bookshelves. I didn’t answer him, instead I ran. I stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towel, and wrapped it around myself. My legs felt weak, my head… worse. I walked to the sink and leaned on it, my fingertips shaking. “You’re stupid,” I muttered to myself. “Why didn’t you just say something?” But another voice inside me—the one that always whispered the things I didn’t want to admit—pus

Last Updated : 2025-11-17

15. The Cost Of Hope

Chapter 15: The Cost of HopeROWAN’S POV The council chamber shook with voices before I even stepped fully inside. The moment the doors slammed behind me, every elder turned on me like wolves scenting blood. “So this is it?” I snarled before they even opened their mouths. “You want to force me into marrying Cassandra Voss? I’m not doing that.” The elders didn’t flinch, they didn’t even blink, they just stared and that terrified me. Elder Harkson slapped his palm on the table. “We are done with this nonsense, Rowan. We’ve had enough of your tantrums. You will marry Cassandra Voss at the next Blood Moon.” “No.” My voice cracked with anger, and shame, and everything I didn’t want them to see. “I’m not agreeing to anything until we find Anya.” The room erupted. Elder Rhea pointed a sharp finger at me. “You rejected her, didn’t you? You stood on the sidelines and watched her life go down the drain, didn’t you? Now why are you acting like a devoted mate who had just the most precious

Last Updated : 2025-11-17

16. Touch Of Fire

Chapter 16: Touch of FireDAMIEN’S POV I hadn’t slept. How could I? The candles burned down to crooked stubs hours ago, wax hardened on the map spread across my desk. My eyes traced the inked borders for the thousandth time—territories, covens, migration lines, history of power transfer. Witches didn’t evolve the way wolves did. Their strength moved like old blood, slipping from generation to generation with no pattern. But this one… her… she didn’t follow any of the charts in front of me. I pushed my glasses higher on my nose and leaned closer. Symbols marked the western convens. A different note circled an abandoned village—blue ink, my handwriting, the same color I used when marking anomalies. The scar down the right side of my cheek pulled tight as I followed. Even alone, even without the mask, I felt that familiar phantom heat crawling across it, the echo of spells I didn’t dare revisit. A frantic knock shattered the silence. I dropped the pencil, the map fluttered as if star

Last Updated : 2025-11-20

17. Walls Closing In

Chapter 17: Walls Closing in ANYA’S POV The knock on my door came before sunrise—three sharp taps that carried the weight of judgment. I already knew what it meant; the pack council had summoned me. I dragged myself from bed, still sore, still tired, still pretending that the thing I went through two nights ago was a fever and not… whatever it actually was. My skin still felt wrong—too warm beneath the surface, like something pulsed and shifted under it, waiting to claw its way out. I pushed the thought away. If I lingered on it too long, I’d start shaking again. They escorted me silently through the pack grounds, two guards walking ahead, two behind—like I was a threat, a traitor, or both. Wolves I passed stared, some whispering behind cupped hands, some not even hiding their disdain. Damien’s scent was nowhere, I didn’t know if that comforted me or terrified me. He had been the one who carried me to the infirmary in the dead of night, he had broken pack protocol for me, and ev

Last Updated : 2025-11-20

18. Midnight Raid

Chapter 18: Midnight Raid ROWAN’S POV I hadn’t slept in days. The moment I learned Anya hadn’t killed my parents—or hers—something inside me snapped loose and never settled back. Every sunrise since then felt like an accusation. Every nightfall felt like another reminder that she was missing because I failed her. My study had turned into a graveyard of half-read files and scattered maps. The fireplace crackled, but it didn’t touch the cold lodged inside my chest. I sat there, elbows on my knees, head buried in my hands, replaying the night I rejected her over and over until the sound of a knock sliced through the silence. “Enter,” I muttered, though the word tasted like ash. My beta, Lior, stepped in, closing the door behind him. He looked reluctant, almost nervous, which wasn’t something I saw often. He held an iPad against his chest like the thing might burn him. He cleared his throat. “Alpha… I have news about Anya.” My head snapped to face him before I could stop myself. T

Last Updated : 2025-11-22

19. Test Of Ties

Chapter 19: Test Of Ties ANYA’S POV Morning light crawled across the ceiling before my eyes even opened. I lay there for a moment, listening to nothing but silence… and the faint echo of voices I thought I’d heard sometime during the night. Raised tones, tension, footsteps rushing past my door. I couldn’t tell what was real. I’d been drifting in and out of sleep, half convinced it was a dream and Damien never said anything this morning, so I pushed it aside. I got out of bed, pulled my hair into a loose braid, and changed into a simple cream blouse and fitted pants, nothing extravagant. I didn’t have anywhere to be, I never did. Damien had banned me from going near the kitchen weeks ago—he’d called it “beneath me,” though he never explained what that meant. Beneath what? Beneath who? He didn’t answer that either, he’d just said, “You don’t belong there,” and that was final. Yet somehow, I still had no idea where I did belong. Breakfast was quiet, too quiet. Damien wasn’t at the

Last Updated : 2025-11-22

20. Love Or Hate

Chapter 20: Love or Hate DAMIEN’S POVA voice tugged at the edge of my consciousness—soft, frantic, trembling. “Damien… please. Open your eyes, Damien—wake up.” The sound drifted through the dark fog swallowing me whole, brushing over me like warm fingers against frozen skin. Another whisper followed, breaking through the heaviness pinning me down. “Little Fox…” My own voice. I heard it—far away, slurred, slipping out of me like a half-remembered dream. Why the hell was I calling her that? Something cool pressed against my forehead, a palm… a small and familiar. My body reacted before I could, my vision jerked awake in flashes—light, shadows, movement—the world pulsing back into existence. A gasp tore from my throat. I blinked hard, the ceiling of my room slowly formed above me, then the carved beams, the faint glow of lantern light, the crimson drapes swaying from the breeze. I wasn’t at the training grounds anymore. A sharp sting crawled across my jaw, I reached for my face

Last Updated : 2025-11-22

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