The Last Omega: Fated to the Cruel Alpha King의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

KYRA My head felt like it was pounded open. When I tried to open my eyes, the sunlight streaming through the window made me squeeze my eyes shut immediately me. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my face, but the movement only made me feel nauseous."Finally decided to join the living?"I peeked out from under the pillow to see Nicole standing by the window, already fully dressed in a gown She looked annoyingly refreshed, as if she hadn't just spent twelve hours in a bumpy carriage and watched me turn into a spinning top around a bonfire."My head," I rasped, sitting up slowly. The room spun for a second. "How did I get here?"Nicole folded her arms and arched her eyebrow. "You obviously enjoyed yourself yesterday. The 'Sweet Wine of the West' usually has that effect on people who don't know when to stop. I wasn't even going to try to stop you, considering you were trying to teach a goat how to waltz when I last saw you."I winced, oh goddess please don't tell me I really did that. "

KYRA The first thing I tasted in my mouth was blood . The second was scent of dried herbs and cloves.As I regained my consiousness, I felt pain all over. My eyes felt like lead and when I tried to shift my weight, a white-hot pain flared in my hip, traveling all the way down to my toes."She’s waking up," a hushed voice whispered.I forced my eyes open. Everything was blurry, but I could make out three figures hovering over me. They wore the pale green dress of the West Midlands healers. Their faces were kind of grim."Don't move, dear," an older woman said, pressing a cool cloth to my forehead. "You’ve had a terrible fall."I looked down at myself, or tried to. My head felt like it was encased in an helmet with the thick bandages wrapped around my skull. My torso was bound so tightly I could barely catch a full breath, and my right leg... my right leg was a mountain of white linen, propped up on several pillows."The bear..." I croaked. "Nicole? Is she—""Your friend is fine. Scrat

KYRA The stone walls felt colder this morning, or maybe it was just the way people literally parted around me like I was contagious. Everywhere I walked, this weird bubble of silence trailed behind me. We didn’t even get a chance to breathe before they herded us all into the Great Hall for yet another mandatory “Luna Governance” lecture. Normally I’d zone out through the whole thing—mind-numbing bullshit about protocol and posture—but tonight the air was so thick with tension you could choke on it.Madam Vesper stood up front looking like someone had shoved a lemon up her ass and left it there to rot. She tapped her pointer against the lectern like she was personally offended by our existence.“A Luna is the heart of the pack,” she recited in that flat, rehearsed voice, eyes sweeping over us like we were defective merchandise. “She must be above reproach. A symbol of unshakable stability. When whispers of chaos, or gods forbid, unnatural events, start spreading, she is the one who c

KYRA I had exactly ninety seconds to reach Zyran or face his anger. The last time we spoke ended up badly. My scent caused a lot of problems and I certainly didn't want to relive that so I had been extra careful since then. I already mastered the way to his room including all possible shortcuts. My silk dress tangled around my legs as I ran. Guards at the corners gave me odd looks, but no one stopped me. They have seen me with the king a lot of times so they knew better than to mess with someone heading to the king's wing. The pull guided me like an invisible rope, taking me to the north. My breath came in short gasps. Forty seconds left? Fifty? I turned a corner too sharp and slammed into a servant carrying clothes. They fell to the floor but I didn't stop. "Sorry!" I yelled over my shoulder.Zyran's wing was guarded by two guards. They stepped aside without a word and I burst in just as the ninety seconds hit. Or maybe a second late. Zyran stood by the window with his back to me

KYRA The morning after my so-called punishment settled over me like a heavy shroud. My body was a collection of contradictions I didn’t know how to reconcile... the dull ache in my hips from Zyran’s bed, the sting of the belt that I was still feeling across my skin.The whispers followed me through the palace corridors like flies I couldn’t swat away. Still, the training grounds were mandatory. The Warden made that painfully clear. Being a Luna candidate wasn’t about silk gowns and polished lies, it was about proving you could stand your ground if the Alpha ever fell.The air outside was crisp, sharp with the smell of damp earth and sweat. The sounds of wooden practice swords crashing filled the air as dozens of girls paired off. I stood to the side, stretching carefully “You look like you’re waiting for an invitation to your own funeral,” a voice said.I turned.The Alpha standing there hadn’t caught my attention before. He was tall, broad, golden-blond hair tied back in a warrior’