The Disguised Omega Is The Cursed Lycan Prince’s Mate! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Crescent’s Pov Hannah. That is her name, the girl who had a cottage close to ours. We weren’t friends; we barely even talked, but she was always there, each night staring out her window at me. I didn’t know what to make of it. I never really told my mother about it either. And now, the same girl who was the one leading us to our room. She didn’t act as if she knew me. She didn’t even blink when she saw me, maybe she had forgotten who I was. But there was something about her presence, it felt angry, like she was trying to claw at me, trying to break me down. “This is your room, Lycan king,’ she bowed, baring her neck in respect to him. “Thank you,” Anton said. “Would it be possible to get some wash water?” he asked. “I will talk to the alpha,” she said, and was gone. Opened my mouth to talk, but Anton pressed his hand on my lips as he silenced me. I looked around the room, we were alone, with nothing but the lantern that was being used for light. Anton said nothing as he walked

Crescent’s PovHow was this possible?How could they look free yet broken at the same time?This wasn’t just about what they had endured through the way. It wasn’t even about how they had survived. They looked like their will had been crushed from them.I didn’t see that defiance, the strength that comes with being survivors.“You, what are you doing here?” a voice hissed.I froze, my hand hovering over the hilt of the dagger Anton had given me, I kept my eyes ahead, my eyes narrowed as I waited for the man to come closer. The rune was quiet, I couldn’t feel the surge in my veins, that burn that says my powers were about to swallow him whole.Rather, I felt empty.Lost.A shell.“Forgive us, I was meant to grab some fresh sheets, I forgot to take them to him,” Hannah said, her hand grabbing mine as she placed the sheets on them.The man came forward, his eyes staring at my face, he was studying my face, and I was doing the same thing too as I watched him.“Visitors aren’t allowed to r

Crescent’s PovMy heart slammed hard against my chest as I made it through the maze of a corridor, the urgency in Anton’s voice felt like the force that pushed me forward.The east gate.Was it a coincidence that he had found that part?My home had been on that path. My mother was killed just….“No… focus,” I hissed, keeping my eyes straight as I made it through the thorned path. I couldn’t do it…. I couldn’t bring myself to think about it.But I did, the leaves, the ground, they felt wet, as though I was in quicksand, stuck in a blood mass. Then came the sound, the cry that my mother had let out the second she had been caught—her screams of terror when the first claws sliced through her.My legs came to a halt, my eyes staring at the figure before me, “I told you to leave, don’t look back and you did,” the voice hissed.It was my mother, standing before me with a look of anger on her face. I shook my head, I was letting my imagination run wild, she wasn’t here. She was dead.A twig s

Crescent’s PovI wasn’t sneaking; it was more like I was actively trying to be found. The pack was quiet, more than usual, as though they could feel the danger that lurked.I saw them, James walking in front, looking proud and smug, I wanted to move, “don’t, watch, learn, attack,” my mother hissed in my ear.I did, I stared at the men, among them was Anton, hands tied as he was dragged. The anger was back, this time more than before.I didn’t move, I watched, they were heading into the elder’s chambers, they were dragging him without saying a word.The door closed behind them and I moved, using the darkness as cover.“Leave Cory, you have avenged me, leave,” my mother’s voice landed behind me.I couldn’t, I wouldn’t leave, not until he was beside me, I would never leave Anton. He needed me.‘He doesn’t, he would tell you to run,” she snapped.And I still won’t.Using the door would make it obvious that someone had walked in, guard would be by the door. I crept towards the side, recall

 Anton’s Pov Nyx was just a tormentor; he was a well detailed master mind. It has been a day, and in every few minutes, elders are brought in, men from different packs, dropping to their knees at is command. And after every interaction, he would look at me, waiting hoping that I would do the same. And each time, the reaction was the same, anger, laced with disappointment. I enjoyed it. The wolf beneath my feet groaned, garbling as I tightened my hold around his neck. My eyes hadn’t left elder mark, this was a message to him, this was my subtle way of telling him that he would be next. “Killing my men isn’t going to help you,” Nyx said, walking into the room. I smirked, but it was enough to make them reconsider walking into where I was. “I know, but I am enjoying this far more than I should,”