All Chapters of THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Chapter 51: Curse and Desire DAMIEN’S POV I walked into the council chamber with pain already simmering low in my veins as I took my seat at the head of the long oak table. The elders filed in one by one with their faces drawn tight and serious under the flickering torchlight that cast long shadows across the stone walls. Elsa slipped in last with her eyes narrowing sharp at me as she sat down across the table since she held the spot on the council despite the rejected bond that still hung bitter between us like an unspoken poison. The air felt heavy with tension as they leaned forward discussing defense plans against Cassian and his rogues who threatened to raid Ironclaw borders any day now to snatch Anya away from me. One of the elders unrolled a map with his slightly shaking hands as he pointed out weak points along the river where attacks came sneakily and fast in the past. "We will have to reinforce the east flank with double patrols and lay wolfsbane spikes in the shallows s

Chapter 53: Shadows That Follow DAMIEN’S POV I lay there with my eyes closed and my breathing even while Anya’s fingers ran through my hair in slow soothing circles as she whispered soft apologies against my forehead before the mattress dipped and her warmth left the bed. The door clicked shut quietly behind her as silence felt heavy in the room as I waited several long heartbeats before opening my eyes and staring at the dark ceiling. The tea sat cooling on the nightstand with its faint bitter edge still lingering on my tongue and I knew the moment I lifted the cup to my nose that she had laced it with something strong enough to drop most wolves for hours. Sleeping herbs mixed with a touch of valerian root and something sharper probably from the healer’s private stock. I had drunk it anyway because alphas burn through poisons faster than anyone expects and I wanted to see exactly how far she would go. I pushed the duvet off and stood with my body still heavy from the curse that

Chapter 55: Chained Awakening ANYA’S POV I came back to myself slowly with my head throbbing like someone had driven a spike through my skull. The sunlight filtered through heavy curtains in soft golden stripes across the bed. I tried to sit up and a sharp pain lanced through my temple so fierce. “Ahhhghh!!” I cried out loud and clutched my head with both hands while my body curled tight against the sudden agony. When the worst of it eased I opened my eyes again as I looked around with my heart already hammering hard against my ribs. I was in Damien’s room, in his bed. How the hell had I ended up here? The last clear memory I had was running through the woods with my cloak flapping behind me and the cold night air biting my cheeks as I tried to reach the road that would take me to neutral territory and hopefully to Rowan. Then I heard footsteps behind me, then a collision, strong arms and a hand over my mouth. And after that darkness.My breath hitched as I tried to piece it tog

Chapter 57: The Rogue’s ThroneCASSIAN’S POV I waited patiently like a predator eyeing a prey that is walking directly into a trap.Sitting on my heavy black throne which was carved from wolves bones and obsidian, I crossed my legs as I let my index finger drum a slow rhythm against the armrest. The side door creaked open as Kael stepped through, with his one good eye scanning the room carefully before he approached me and dropped to one knee. His scarred face turned upward respectfully. The empty socket where his left eye once sat gleamed dark in the firelight, and the jagged scar from brow to jaw gave him the look of something carved from a nightmare. “My Lord,” he said in a low and rough voice, “all is set for the next raid on Silverfang territory.” I tilted my head as I let the silence stretch between us. “Tell the men to put a pause on the raid for now. We’ve got greater things to do tomorrow, like getting my wife from her cage.” Kael’s brow lifted in surprise, but he kept h

Chapter 59: Home in the Ashes ANYA’S POV I woke up to the smell of damp earth and my head pounding like someone had cracked it open with a hammer. My body felt heavy, and my limbs felt sluggish, as if I’d run for miles without stopping. The last thing I remembered was sprinting through the woods outside Ironclaw, with my heart slamming against my ribs while I tried to reach the road that would take me to Crescent Moon. Then I heard footsteps, my body collided with someone. When I tried to scream, arms locked around my mouth and then there was darkness. I blinked against the dim light and pushed myself up on my elbows. Stone walls curved above me, rough and cool to the touch. A low fire burned in the corner casting a soft orange glow across the small chamber. Blankets lay tangled around my legs, and the air carried the faint scent of herbs and smoke. I wasn’t in Damien’s room. Panic rose sharp and fast. I swung my legs over the side of the cot and stood on shaky feet. Low murmurs