All Chapters of THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: The Scent of Opportunity CASSIAN’S POV I leaned over the scarred oak table, tracing a charcoal line across the parchment where the borderlands bled into mist-shrouded valleys. The Veil of Elowen, the witches clan, refused to stay pinned down on any map. One scout claimed it sat north of the Western Ridge, another swore it drifted west toward the Glass Sea whenever the moon waxed full. None of them mattered anymore. I had the key now. Anya herself would open the door.Anya has taken the bait, she has absconded with the help of Gavin and Iris. They had taken her back to her home of origin just as I had anticipated. Too bad they don’t know that their act has just opened the gate of hell, they have put a mark on Anya, now every last one of her enemies would trace her back to the coven that had vanished so thoroughly that most of us believed they were a myth. My pulse thrummed steady and hot beneath my skin. Her blood sang with the old magic, the kind that could shatter bone

Chapter 64: The Weight of Four ANYA’S POV I stood in the middle of the circle with bare feet planted on warm stone and tried to breathe through the storm still raging inside my chest. The four women who had changed earlier now stood silent at the cardinal points, their robes hanging loose, their eyes fixed on me like they were waiting for me to explode or disappear. Mara walked closer to me, her hand rested light on my shoulder, steadying me while the air around us hummed like a plucked string. “You are the master of all four elements,” she whispered. “The first we’ve seen since the days of our ancestors.” The power hadn’t left. It sat under my skin, alive and restless, four different currents twisting together—earth pulling downward, air lifting upward, fire licking sideways, and water swirling in slow eddies that made my pulse feel liquid. I could feel every single one of them at once and it was too much. My head throbbed, my fingertips buzzed, and every breath tasted like ozo

Chapter 66: The Knife in the Back DAMIEN’S POV I stepped out of the void with blood still wet on my lips and the taste of iron thick in my throat. The temple had spat me back into the clearing like an unwanted guest, mist coiling around my ankles while the cold night air hit my face and made the fresh scars on my cheeks sting. Gavin waited beside the car, his arms folded, his eyes scanning the darkness as if he expected something to jump out of the trees. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and walked straight past him without a word. He fell in step behind me, silent for once.I slid into the driver’s seat and he just climbed in beside me. The engine growled to life as I pulled onto the narrow dirt track that led back to Ironclaw, the car headlights carved twin tunnels through the black.Neither of us spoke for the first ten minutes. The curse was still roaring under my skin, hotter now, angrier, like it knew I’d begged the Dark One for more time and been granted it with a

Chapter 68: The Veil Breaks CASSIAN’S POVThe ridge line came into view just as the sun bled out behind the western peaks, turning the sky the color of old bruises. I rode at the front of the car, there were three other cars following behind, engines growling low so the sound wouldn’t carry too far ahead. The Veil of Elowen lay below us now, half-hidden in mist that rolled like smoke across the valley floor. From up here the sanctuary looked small, fragile, stone houses tucked into the hillside, lanterns flickering like dying stars.I killed the engine first and got out of the car. The others followed without a word. We moved down the slope on foot, boots silent on pine needles, weapons loose but ready. We didn’t have any banners, or war cries, just a quiet purpose.I could already feel her, not her scent—though that was there too, faint lavender and lightning—but something deeper. Power humming under the ground like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. She’d woken up. The binding was gone.

Chapter 70: Worth the Blood ROWAN’S POV Damien’s jaws closed around my throat and squeezed, slow enough to make me feel every millimeter of cartilage giving way. Hot blood poured down my chest in thick pulses and the world narrowed to the wet rasp of my own breathing and the triumphant rumble vibrating through his teeth. I didn’t fight anymore. I’d already done what mattered, I’d bought her seconds, maybe minutes. Long enough that she could disappear into the dark folds of the mountain and make them hunt for weeks instead of minutes. That was the deal I made with myself the second I saw her bolt. If she lived free then whatever happened to me after that didn’t count. My vision smeared at the edges. Black crept in from the sides like spilled ink. Damien shifted his weight and pressed harder. Bones in my neck ground together with a slick crackle. I tasted copper, dirt, and the faint metallic bite of whatever poison lingered on his fangs from earlier spells. This was it. I closed my