All Chapters of The Omegas Cry: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Eloise’ POVI slept soundly last night, like a child cradled in a world free from worries. No interruptions, no unsettling thoughts lurking in the corners of my mind, waiting to unravel me. I love the way I get to feel the things only babies do.When morning arrived, I stretched, my body protesting against the stiffness of the bed beneath me. It was no luxury—more like lying on a slab of stone that refused to yield. The discomfort settled deep in my bones... There are so many emotions of being out of place here. I couldn’t help but think how much I already regretted coming, and the day had barely begun.My eyes wandered to the window, drawn to the bustling scene below. The estate was alive with movement—people darting back and forth, their voices a distant hum against the crisp morning air. The scent of burning flesh wafted through the open pane, sharp and earthy, no doubt the result of freshly hunted game from the nearby forest. It was vivid, almost too vivid as if the world here op

Eloise’ POVI cannot choose what to wear. There are plenty of options to choose from, but there is no way I can grapple the options as fast as Zoe does.This is the time when I miss having maids. In fact, I do not want to go on with my things without asking them for their opinions. I am becoming more and more dependent on the people around me as time goes by, which is odd… because I used to be so fine by myself.I was already biting my nails pretty much as long as I could remember. While looking at the mess I have made while I am searching for a gown that is not so grand and not so simple as well. Just enough to have eyes looking at me so they could all see me as someone powerful… not a goddamn servant.I was so busy trying to pull myself together when the door swung open. I stared at the man with awfully swollen eyes. I guess the alcohol might have slipped too badly in his brain for him to collapse in his bed.“Do you know that you stink or is it just me who can smell it?” I covered

Cedrick’s POV“It’s good to see you in fine shape, Cedrick!” Xenon, the host of the evening, greeted me with an easy smile. He stood casually, his ever-present glass of liquor dangling from his hand, its amber hues catching the light. I couldn’t help but notice the irony—he had what I wanted, but I didn’t dare indulge again. Not yet, at least. Not while my head still felt like it was being crushed by the aftermath of drinking.“Thank you, Xenon. And I must apologize for my earlier behavior.” I forced a laugh. “I got carried away by the atmosphere, I suppose. It’s been a while since I’ve been at such a lively gathering.” It was a poor excuse, but it was better than admitting the truth: I’d been running—fleeing from my own flesh desires.Xenon raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, that’s not surprising. You seemed quite intent on having another go earlier. The enthusiasm was hard to miss.”I chuckled lightly, though his words struck a nerve. I hoped my polite nod would suffice as a res

Eloise’ POVMy mind couldn’t quite grasp what I was witnessing. "Why are you holding Alpha Xenon like that? Are you two... fighting?"Cedrick’s eyes were burning with a fury I hadn’t seen in him before. There was nothing but pure rage in his gaze, a fire that seemed to consume him from the inside out. For a moment, I thought I had made a mistake in speaking up, but then, unexpectedly, his expression softened. The fire in his eyes dimmed just slightly, and his grip on Xenon’s collar loosened.Before I could process what was happening, Cedrick moved so quickly that it left me breathless. He stepped forward, closing the distance between us in the blink of an eye like he had wings instead of feet. His sudden movement was like a gust of wind, swift and powerful.I didn’t have time to react before he was right there, standing in front of me. His presence was suffocating. I froze for a moment, unsure of what to say or do.Then, he reached for me—his hands tracing along the exposed skin of my

Eloise’ POV“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to steady it. My eyes widened as his words sank in, and a gnawing doubt clawed at my mind. If this is what he’s implying, then did he lie? No—he couldn’t have. Vince and I had gone to the market together. I wasn’t imagining that.“You don’t believe me?” I demanded, my voice growing firmer as a spark of defiance flared up. “I’m telling you the truth. Vince and I went to the market, and I bought ornaments for my husband. Why won’t you believe me? Ask your townspeople. They’ll tell you the same.” My gaze bore into his, daring him to challenge my words.I clenched my fists at my sides, determined not to let my fear show. I wouldn’t let him see me stumble, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of thinking I was scrambling to defend myself. Fear could be twisted, turned into a weapon, and used against me. He wouldn’t get that chance.He studied me with an unyielding stare, his lips pressed into a thin line. I c