All Chapters of Crown of The Omega : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The moment reality stabilized, Prince Rhett grabbed my arm with sudden urgency."Someone is coming. Multiple someones. And they feel wrong—like they exist in spaces between seconds." His heightened senses were detecting something that should not be possible in this timeline. "We need to hide you.""From whom?""I do not know, but every instinct I have is screaming danger."He was right. Through my depleted cosmic awareness—now barely a whisper of what it had been—I felt temporal disturbances converging on this location. Beings that existed outside normal causality, drawn to the fracture point I had just created."The servant passages," I said, remembering routes Marcus had taught me that Rhett would not discover for months in the original timeline. "Follow me.""How do you know about—" He stopped himself. "Right. You know things you should not know. I am still adjusting."We ran through corridors I had not seen in what felt like lifetimes. Every corner brought memories of both past an

The private study Prince Darius chose belonged to his late mother. I knew this because in the original timeline, he had never brought anyone here—not until the final battle when we had needed a secure location to plan our assault on the Void itself.Now, barely hours into this second chance, I sat bleeding on a velvet couch while three alphas stared at me with expressions ranging from suspicion to bewilderment."Start from the beginning," Prince Kael commanded. He had positioned himself by the door, blocking the only exit. Not threatening, just strategic. "No omissions. No convenient gaps. Everything.""The beginning was two hundred years ago when I died the first time," I said. My voice was steadier than I felt. "Or it was three days ago when I died saving all of you. Time is complicated when you have lived through the future.""Two hundred years?" Darius leaned against his mother's desk, arms crossed. "You do not look a day over twenty.""Because I keep dying and coming back younger

The eastern corridor was a war zone.Bodies littered the marble floors—palace guards who had tried to stop the assault. Their wounds were wrong, edges blackened like reality itself had been burned away."Void corruption," I identified, kneeling beside one fallen soldier. "Lord Ashford brought it with him.""You know this attacker?" Prince Kael's blade was already drawn, his entire body coiled for violence."In the original timeline, he did not reveal himself for three more months. He is supposed to be a trusted advisor, slowly poisoning your father's mind with the Void Emperor's whispers." I stood, scanning the destruction. "But now he is here, attacking openly. Someone told him I came back.""Anti-Lyra," Prince Rhett said grimly. "She warned you the timeline had flexibility but limits. Maybe she also warned your enemies."That made horrible sense. If cosmic entities were testing me, they would not make it easy. They would ensure I faced obstacles precisely calibrated to my knowledge

The bond ignited like lightning through my chest.I gasped, feeling the connection snap into place with violent intensity—three separate threads of power that should not exist for months suddenly blazing to life. Gold, crimson, and silver. Kael, Rhett, Darius.And they felt me.*Coming,* Kael's voice thundered through the bond, pure fury and desperation. *Hold on.*The Void-corrupted figures froze mid-reach, sensing the power surge. Prince Marcus's smile faltered."What did you just do?" he demanded."Something impossible." I grabbed the corrupted servant nearest me and channeled the bond's energy directly into his chest. The Void infection screamed and burned away, leaving a gasping human who collapsed unconscious.One down. Five more to go."She activated a mate bond," Prince Marcus said slowly, horror dawning on his corrupted features. "But that requires mutual claiming. Months of building trust and intimacy. You have known them for days—""I have known them for lifetimes." I moved

Training began at dawn, and I learned immediately that Lady Seraphine had no concept of mercy."Again," she barked as I collapsed face-first into mud for the sixth time in an hour. "Your cosmic power is useless if you cannot stand long enough to channel it.""I am standing," I gasped, pushing myself upright on trembling arms."You are surviving. There is a difference." She moved with that liquid grace, circling me like a predator. "In your original timeline, you had months to build endurance gradually. Now you have three weeks. So we do this the hard way."The hard way involved physical conditioning that made my previous life feel like a vacation. Running with weighted packs. Combat drills against opponents who did not pull punches. Endurance exercises that left me vomiting behind tents while my mates watched with varying expressions of concern and frustration."This is torture," Prince Marcus observed on day three, watching me attempt—and fail—to complete a climbing course. "She is g