Semua Bab The Last Omega: Fated to the Cruel Alpha King: Bab 161 - Bab 166

KYRA The air inside the suffocating room was thick and merciless, but desperation sharpened something inside me, adrenaline, rage, fear, whatever it was, it surged through my veins. My nails clawed at the corners of the steel-reinforced door, prying, scraping, tearing, until a sharp crack echoed.My body screamed in protest, ribs bruised from the earlier struggle, lungs raw from suffocation, limbs trembling, but the door gave way just enough. Just enough for me to squeeze through.I stumbled into the corridor beyond, gasping, taking in deep, shaky breaths, tasting freedom like fire in my lungs. The palace smelled different here, faintly of wax, old wood, and the lingering aroma of polished stone. But underneath it, something darker, hotter, primal, my own scent.I froze. Heart hammering.No. No, no, no.Every step I took leaked it into the air, fear, pain, and exhaustion. My body betrayed me with the most dangerous signature imaginable. I was leaving a trail.I moved as quietly as I

KYRA The night settled over the palace like a heavy velvet curtain. The moonlight spilled through the high windows, casting pale silver ribbons across the floor, illuminating the quiet aftermath of chaos. My body was still trembling, adrenaline lacing through every nerve, but the soft presence beside me , massive, protective, unyielding, grounded me in a way I hadn’t felt in hours.Zyran hadn’t left. His wolf form was curled beside me, chest rising and falling in rhythmic power. The heat radiating off him kept the chill of the marble at bay. He hadn’t spoken, hadn’t shifted back, but his eyes, golden, piercing, dominant m, never left me once. The sense of claim, of unspoken ownership, pressed into me like a tangible thing, and I felt both terrified and comforted in the same heartbeat.Nicole was there too, sitting across from us on the polished floor. Her expression was tired, eyes heavy, but alive with the kind of relief that comes after a gamble that almost destroyed you.She caugh

KYRA The Selection had begun.Not the choosing yet, that would come later, but the rituals. The old traditions the Alphas had sworn to keep for centuries.And the first of those traditions was about to start.I stood among the other ladies, the weight of silk and embroidery heavy on my shoulders.We'd been dressed and dolled up. Even Nicole was not an exception. The gown they had given me was beautiful, I supposed, deep midnight blue, stitched with silver thread, but it felt like armor more than clothing. It was too heavy.Drums began to beat.Slow.Deliberate.Reverberating.The gates to the arena opened, and the Alphas began to file in.Each one wore ceremonial armor, polished breastplates, dark leather beneath, swords strapped to their backs. They looked less like nobles and more like warriors preparing for war.Because that was exactly what this ritual symbolized.Strength. Discipline. Control.Three things every Alpha ruler was meant to possess.The crowd lining the terraces er