Todos los capítulos de Alpha Theo: Legacy Of The Banished Omega : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The sun had barely risen when Theo crossed the borders of the Dam-Nighade Pack—the land once ruled by a dark queen, now stripped bare of her terror. The air still held a trace of blood and ash, but beyond that, there was the scent of something else.Change.Awaiting him at the border were the warriors and officials Alpha Damian had sent ahead weeks before the final battle. They had maintained order in the interim, enforcing Damian’s laws while restoring some level of peace among the shattered ranks.As Theo dismounted his horse, he was greeted with a respectful bow from the lead envoy—a tall, silver-haired warrior named Boram, who had once served as second-in-command to the late Alpha Kaden before defecting to Damian's side.“Welcome, Alpha Theo,” Boram said solemnly, his voice firm but reverent. “We’ve been expecting you.”Theo nodded, eyes scanning the forested terrain behind them and the ruined structures in the near distance. He could see where fires had scorched walls, where bone

Lady Miranda stepped in, her brows knit with worry as she took in the sight of her husband—red-faced, breath hissing, eyes dark with rage.“Peter?” she asked carefully. “What happened?”He didn’t reply. Merely waved a dismissive hand and turned his back to her, hoping she’d go away. But Miranda had learned long ago not to leave her husband when his temper burned hot.“You’re pacing like a caged bear,” she said, stepping closer. “Is it something about the meeting?”He exhaled sharply through his nose, but still said nothing.“Peter,” she pressed again, gently placing a hand on his arm. “Talk to me, dear.”After several heartbeats, he finally growled out, “That boy—Theo. The way he shut me up during the meeting, as if I were some inexperienced pup. He thinks because Damian favors him, he can humiliate me?”Miranda’s gaze softened. “He is the Alpha now.”“Appointed,” Peter spat. “Not born to it. Not raised for it. Just a toy of Damian’s.”She hesitated before speaking, then said quietly,

Mei was one of the oldest slave maids, with a hunched back and a sharp tongue. Though cranky, she had earned the respect of most for surviving five harsh winters and still managing to keep her hands clean of punishments.One night, after chores, Samantha approached her during washing duty. Her voice was soft, like a daughter confiding in a mother.“I’ve always admired your strength, Mei. Some of the girls… they said you should be leading the morning assignments instead of Selah. They don’t trust her anymore.”Mei snorted, drying her hands on a rag. “Selah’s too proud. That one thinks she’s better than the rest of us since Paula lets her handle linen.”Samantha gave a faint smile. “I only wanted to tell you because I think you deserve more… They’ll support you, I’m sure.” And the fool took to her advice.It took just three days before Selah and Mei exploded into a shouting match in front of Paula.Both were punished. But only Mei was demoted.And Samantha? When others voted for her to

Benita was everything Samantha hated in a rival.Effortlessly calm. Sharp-witted. Loyal to Paula like a hound to its master. And worst of all—she didn’t like Samantha. She didn’t fall for the soft-spoken words, the false humility, or the occasional tears that swayed others. Benita watched her with guarded eyes, always one step out of reach.But Samantha knew one thing—everyone had a weakness.And Benita’s… was her little brother.His name was Caleb. Barely ten, mute since birth, but bright-eyed and clever. He lived in the lower slave quarters with the orphaned pups and was allowed to visit his sister once a week.Samantha pretended not to notice the small gifts Benita smuggled back for him—extra bread, fruit slices, or the rare carved wooden toy.She waited patiently for the right moment.Then one rainy afternoon, she ‘accidentally’ bumped into Caleb while carrying a tray of apples for the kitchen. The fruit rolled everywhere, and Caleb flinched, clearly terrified he was about to be p

On her very first visit to the Merchant’s estate, Samantha made sure every step, every smile, and every word was calculated. She wore a mask of sweetness so convincing it would have fooled the Moon Goddess herself. She greeted the high-ranking officials with respectful bows, offered to help with the smallest of tasks, and even feigned concern for their well-being.She knew these people held the key to her next move. A few favorable words from them could see her name added to the list of servants assigned to the Alpha’s estate kitchen quarters — the very place where her real plan could take root.And so, she played her role to perfection. Nothing in her demeanor suggested arrogance or deceit; she was the picture of humble obedience. Her efforts didn’t go unnoticed. The officials, pleased with her apparent good manners, wasted no time in praising her to Paula.Paula, in turn, warmed to her immediately. From that day onward, Samantha alone was chosen to serve at the Merchant’s estate — a