All Chapters of THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: The Price of Poison DAMIEN’S POV I caught Anya before she hit the ground as her body went limp in my arms like all the fight drained out of her at once. Her head fell against my chest as her black hair spilled over my suit. I carried her like she weighed nothing, because indeed she did, she was too light, too fragile after what I did. The hall doors swung shut behind us slowly as it cut off the gasps and stares, but I felt them burning into my back anyway. I turned sharply with her cradled close and faced the chaos inside one last time. Rowan stood frozen halfway down the aisle with his face twisted in panic because he had lunged for her too but I beat him there. Cassandra hovered near the arch with her mouth open and her eyes wide like she couldn’t believe her perfect day shattered. Cassian smirked from his spot with the rogues as he crossed his arms and enjoyed the show. Rowan took a step forward with his hands out. “Give her to me.” I tightened my hold on her and s

Chapter 43: The Lie and Hidden Secrets ANYA’S POV Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains as it shone on my face, causing me to wake slowly. I could feel warmth on my face but heavy in my limbs. My body felt heavy as every muscle was sore and my strength returned in slow and painful trickles. I shifted under the soft sheets and froze instantly because the mattress dipped beside me as I could feel another warm body breathing steadily.I turned my head carefully and my heart stuttered hard. Damien lay there on his side facing me with his eyes closed in sleep, he had no mask covering his face. My fingers slowly traced his scars that cut faint across his cheek and jaw. He looked almost gentle like this, younger, nothing like the cold Alpha who terrified everyone. I tried to sit up quietly because I needed space to think but his arm tightened around my waist instantly as he pulled me back down against his chest. “You need to rest,” he murmured with a rough and low voice as his fing

Chapter 45: Caged ANYA’S POV The day started with a quiet that felt too heavy and too deliberate. I woke up alone in the vast bed as sunlight filtered through the curtains in pale strips but the silence outside the door told me something had changed. No soft footsteps of servants passing, no distant chatter from the hall. Just an unnatural stillness that screamed “wrong.” I rose up slowly as my body still carried the lingering ache from the ironroot and walked to the door. I turned the handle tiredly as it opened freely but to my surprise two guards stood outside my door with broad shoulders blocking the way and their faces blank and unmoving. What the hell? “Good morning, Luna,” one said in a stiff tone as his eyes moved forward. “You are to remain in your room till the Alpha returns.” I stared at them with confusion sharp in my chest. “What? Why? On whose orders?” “On the order of the Alpha,” the second one replied. “That’s stupid,” I half-yelled. But they did not answer ne

Chapter 47: Midnight Reckoning ROWAN’S POV The pack house drowned in darkness and silence as I slipped through the side door just past eleven. I wore a sweater then a jacket which I zipped high against the chill of the night. Tomorrow night the moon would rise full and red for Cassandra’s execution and her fate will be sealed at the altar of blood. Lior waited in the shadows of the garage with his arms crossed tight and his face etched with lines deeper than usual. “She sent another message,” he said quietly as he stepped into my path. “She begged to see you before tomorrow before her execution. She says she has some things to say to you.” I brushed past him and grabbed my keys from the hook sharp. “I have better things to do than waste time on her ridiculous lies.” Lior grabbed my arm gently but firm. “Rowan, where are you going this late alone? The guards should—”"See you later," I muttered as I cut him off and slid into the car, slamming the door firmly behind me. The engin

Chapter 49: Visions and Chains ANYA’S POV Darkness wrapped tightly around me and refused to let go, it felt heavy and endless as I floated lost in it. My body was distant and unresponsive while sounds crept in slowly and terrifyingly. Screams echoed faintly at first, muffled cries blending with crackling flames that sent waves of heat washing over my skin even though my eyes stayed shut and I couldn’t move a muscle. Shouts grew louder and clearer as I struggled to focus, voices overlapping in furious chaos and drawing nearer with every desperate beat of my heart. “Burn the witch!” a mob roared over and over with hatred thick in every syllable while forced hissed and wood popped loud in the fire. “Kill the witch!” Then a younger voice sliced through the noise, it sounded raw and breaking with pure terror as it called out desperately. “Father! Mother!” I knew that voice instantly though it was younger and stripped of the cold control he wore now, but I knew it was Damien’s cry t