All Chapters of The Omegas Cry: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Eloise’ POVThe journey back to the pack was somber, the weight of our grief heavy on Cedrick’s and my shoulders. The silence between us was deafening, broken only by the occasional sound of my choked sobs or Cedrick’s sharp breaths as he fought back his own emotions. The sky seemed to mirror our sorrow, thick gray clouds hanging low, a light drizzle soaking us as we arrived at the pack’s territory.The gates creaked open, and the pack members gathered, their faces etched with worry. They had heard whispers of what had happened, but none dared to speak, their eyes flickering between us and the two shrouded figures we carried in our arms.Hyacinth and Alistair.My daughter. My bright, brave, stubborn daughter. And the man she gave everything to protect.The entire pack seemed to hold its breath as Cedrick and I moved to the center of the clearing. We placed the bodies gently on the ground, covering them with the purest white cloth we could find. The stark contrast of the fabric against

Eloise’ POVI felt so dumb and numb at the same time. How many times do I have to be the loser in this life? How many times do I have to lose a fight that I should have had the advantage to begin with?To be honest, I am tired. I felt as if Hannah had always been the person who should be having my life right now and I was just a spare. I felt like I am a shadow, someone who deserves nothing but to always be behind her. I am never going to have the life that I wished for myself because she has had it all in the first place… and I am just borrowing a piece of it.The night was cold and unforgiving, much like the hollow ache that had taken root in my chest. The silence even made me feel more miserable because when did my life took a wild turn like this?From being a maid, to the alpha’s mate, to the beta’s wife… and now, I no longer have any of those titles. I am just a lost woman who is hoping that life would not be as hard as it is hitting me right now in the next few days.I pulled my

Eloise’ POVI stared at Hannah, my expression unreadable as she stood frozen before me. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. For a fleeting moment, I almost believed she was incapable of processing what she was seeing—that I was standing in the Alpha’s mansion, my fingers loosely intertwined with Claude’s small hand.Then, like a switch had been flipped, her expression hardened into one of contempt.“What the hell are you doing here?” she spat out, her voice sharp with accusation.I blinked slowly, taking in her anger, her disbelief—her audacity.She was looking at me as though I was the intruder. As though she hadn’t been the one clawing at my husband’s back just last night. As though I hadn’t walked in to find her writhing beneath him, moaning his name in a way that still burned like acid in my ears.I tilted my head, my lips curling into something that barely resembled a smile. “The Alpha found me on the outskirts last night…” I let the words linger, my voice barely abo

Eloise’ POVI do not pity them, I could never. I just know that they deserve whatever is happening to them and I could not help but enjoy the scene they had put themselves through.The world around me felt muted, as if I had been submerged underwater, every sound distant and distorted. My eyes remained locked on Hannah, sprawled on the ground, her once-pristine dress stained with dirt, her hair disheveled. But it wasn’t her pathetic state that kept me frozen. No, it was Tyrone—his hands wrapped around her waist, his grip firm as he lifted her up, as if she was something precious that needed to be protected.Jealousy twisted deep in my chest, a silent storm that I had no control over. The sight of his touch, his concern, made my stomach churn, even when I knew I had no right to feel this way. He was no longer mine. He had never truly been. And yet, the pain was there, sharp and unrelenting.“Explain.”Alpha Cedrick stood tall, his powerful presence dark and foreboding, demanding the tr

Eloise’ POVThe carriage ride had been silent, save for the quiet rustling of my thoughts. I told myself I had accepted this dinner invitation out of politeness, out of gratitude for his kindness. But deep down, I knew there was more to it.As I stepped through the grand doors, I was met with the scent of something unexpected. Flowers. A delicate, intoxicating aroma filled the air, wrapping around me like a whispered promise.The dining hall was bathed in a golden glow, flickering candlelight reflecting off the crystal chandeliers. And there, at the center of it all, was the table—adorned with a sea of roses, lilies, and peonies. A display so romantic it felt as though the universe itself had conspired to set this scene.My breath hitched. My heart twisted. This was not just a dinner. It was a moment carved in time, something carefully prepared, something meant for me to remember.Cedrick stood by the head of the table, watching me with an expression I could not decipher. His piercing