All Chapters of The Omega's Deception: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The morning in blackridge are cruel in their predictability. Cold bitter air and barked orders. All the omegas are already up before the break of dawn and doing house chores.I scrub the hallway outside the dinning room. I keep my head down, my mouth shut and my breathing even. I have to.“Hurry up, will you?!” one of the older omegas snaps as she eyes me with distaste.My knees ache and scrub water bites my skin raw but I say nothing. I nod instead and quicken my pace. Everything in me fights against taking the order but I stamp it down. Obedience is currency here, scarce but necessary.By midmorning, I'm headed into the kitchen. My body aches from the earlier work and still recovering from my wounds. But now that my wolf has awaken, the healing process is being sped up.Omegas run around, chopping vegetables, kneading dough, few are busy with the dishes while others are busy with the contents inside pots. The heat is stifling and the air is thick with smoke and sweat.A tray of vege

The nightmare hunts me again.The forest floor is covered with chilling snow. The kind that seeps into your bones. I exhale and my breathe turns white in the air, matching the frost creeping over the trees. The strong smell of blood is pungent.Footsteps sound behind me and I whirl around. My brother stands beside the Alpha. The alpha lips are pulled back in a snarl, he can act as aggressive as he wants but he can't mask the fear of me in his eyes. It's my brother's expression that tears at me. It's not sorrow, neither is it fear. It's coldness, it chills me more than the snow underneath my feet.“You were never one of us,” he says, voice steady. “You're dangerous. You will destroy all of us.”My Alpha doesn't speak. He doesn't have to, not when my brother has already passed judgement.They lunge together. It's all too much, my Alpha and my brother trying to cage me. To break me. My wolf snarls inside me, refusing to yield. So I fight, I bleed and I come out of it alive.So does my Al

I leave the training ground not long after. The warriors' eyes follow me as I walk back to the pack kitchens. I keep my chin high, though now that the adrenaline has left me, my insides are now trembling from sparring with Ryken. My body aches, my lungs burn, but my wolf doesn't care. She sprawls inside me, licking her paws in satisfaction from the display of strength we showed in the ring. By the time I push through the kitchen door, Mira is waiting. She's got flour smudged on her cheek, sleeves rolled up to her elbows. But with the ways her arms are folded and with the set of her jaw. She isn't just Mira the Omega right now. She's my executioner. She doesn't wait for me to reach her; she strides over and pulls me back out into the hall. “What in the goddess's name were you thinking?” she hisses. I blink at her, startled. “You saw?” She throws her hands up. “Of course, I did! Those of us cleaning the top floor saw you this morning from the window.” “I-” “You fought Ryken i

The morning sun bleeds pale gold across the training yard, chasing shadows from the hard-packed earth. Warriors stretch and spar, their voices rough with laughter. When I step into their presence, the noise falters.Unlike the first time I stepped into the yard, they don't dismiss me nor mock me. Their gazes are filled with curiosity and wariness. The kind of attention given to something they don't yet understand.I keep my gaze forward, but the weight of their attention presses against me. They saw me stand my ground against Ryken, who has been glaring daggers at me since the moment I came. They now know I'm not as weak as they thought. But they can't figure out what I am, and that unsettles them more than anything.At the end of the yard, Alpha Caden stands waiting, Beta Dorian at his side. He doesn't need to raise his voice for the space to bow towards him.“Today's training is about testing your endurance,” he says, voice low. “No one leaves the ground until I say it's over.”The

The wounds on my back knit slowly, but the ache lingers with every step. Each movement pulls at the half-healed skin, a raw reminder of yesterday. I keep my shoulders straight despite it. Pain is nothing compared to the danger clawing under my skin: my wolf. She stirs more often now, restless, pulling at the bars I've built to keep her hidden.I'm heading to the Alpha's war room. I wonder what new game Caden wants to play now. What was he thinking when he sent a guard so early in the morning to lead me to his war room?Two guards flank the tall black door. Their eyes rake over me in disbelief, as if I'm an alien that has invaded their world. I might as well have been. Snapping out of it, one raps once against the door and pushes it open. A curt jerk of his chin tells me to step through.The room is colder than the hall, carved from stone so black, it seems to drink the light. Banners of blood and silver hung from the walls. A long table dominates the middle of the room, draped with ma