All Chapters of The Omegas Cry: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Hyacinth’s POVI woke to a strange heaviness in my body, like I was swimming through a dream I couldn’t escape. My head throbbed faintly as I sat up, blinking against the sunlight streaming through tall windows. It took a moment for my surroundings to register.This wasn’t the dingy, suffocating carriage where I last saw Vince. This room was vast and opulent, the kind of place I’d only seen in storybooks. The bed was draped in rich velvet, and the polished wood of the furniture gleamed under the golden morning light.It was too much. Too extravagant.Panic clawed at my chest as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. My feet met the icy floor, and I gasped at the sudden cold, a sharp reminder that I wasn’t home—or anywhere I recognized. Instinctively, I tried to summon warmth, the familiar heat that had always protected me.Nothing happened.My stomach twisted. The dull, empty sensation reminded me of when my mother suppressed my powers as a child, trying to teach me control. But th

Hyacinth’s POVI woke up to the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread and sweetened tea. My eyes fluttered open to find a tray sitting on the small table beside my bed. Breakfast in bed again, I thought with a mix of surprise and unease. It had become a pattern recently, and I couldn’t help but suspect the culprit behind the gesture: Vince.The sunlight streaming through the gauzy curtains illuminated the tray. A delicate slice of vanilla cake with a drizzle of caramel sat on a porcelain plate, paired with a steaming cup of tea. Despite myself, I smiled at the sight. It was odd how the smallest gestures could momentarily erase the fear and frustration I’d felt since being taken here.I did not know that Vince could be as sweet as this as well. I mean, I would have never expected that his way of redeeming himself from making me feel like a prisoner was to actually treating me better than I could ever imagine.But I still haven’t forgotten about the way he tied my hands together an

Hyacinth’s POVI blindly followed Vince until my feet started feeling sore. “Where the hell are we going?” I tried to catch my breath. “It seems like we are walking a ton of miles now… I am already tired.”“Can you be more patient?” He said, clearly trying to made me feel like we are going to go to something worth all the hassle that I am going through right now.The mountains felt so high. It seems as though I am walking like a corpse with all my limbs shaking right now. I could not see the village anymore which means we are headed to a very secluded area–away from the people.As I trudged behind Vince, the sharp rocks underfoot made my every step a struggle. My legs ached from the climb, and I bit back the complaints forming on my tongue.Vince moved with an ease that made me feel even clumsier, his broad back cutting a sharp silhouette against the growing shadows of the mountains. When he abruptly stopped, I didn’t, and my forehead thudded against his back."Watch it," he muttered,

Hyacinth’s POVSteam curled around the edges of the room, filling the air with the calming scent of lavender. I sank deeper into the bathwater, letting the warmth soothe my muscles. My arms floated lazily at my sides, and for a moment, it felt as though I am at peace.My eyes fluttered shut, but even in the silence, my mind refused to quiet down. Two weeks had passed since I arrived at Vince’s pack, and the days had been anything but dull. Every corner of this place seemed to hold a secret, a story waiting to be uncovered. But instead of feeling at ease, I felt like an outsider peering through a window.The sound of soft footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. Two maids bustled about the room, tending to their tasks with quiet efficiency. They had been assigned to me shortly after my arrival, and though I was still getting used to being waited on, their presence had become a strange sort of comfort.“Is something wrong, my lady?” one of them asked, her voice tentative but laced with con

Young Alistair’s POVThe late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of trees to the bench where I sat outside the imposing mansion of Alpha Xenon. This was the first time… my mother allowed me to join her in visiting my father’s home.My legs dangled over the edge of the wooden seat, too short to touch the ground. I traced patterns on the dusty surface of the bench with a trembling finger, my eyes darting to the massive doors of the mansion every few seconds.“Don’t follow me inside, Alistair,” Mother had said before disappearing behind those heavy oak doors. “No matter what happens, no matter how impatient you get, never ever make the mistake of going inside those huge door. Do you understand?”I could only nod at her. How can I defy my mother? She knows what is best.Thirty minutes had passed, and my patience was wearing thin. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying faint sounds of conversation from within the house.What must it be that they are taking too long inside?I