All Chapters of The Last Omega: Fated to the Cruel Alpha King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KYRA My body felt terrible—aching and heavy. I should have expected this after yesterday. It was my own fault for crossing the Alpha King.These were the consequences of five seconds. I groan as I haul myself out of bed. My legs stagger, and I nearly collapse before catching myself on the edge of the mattress. I am so incredibly sore. I wonder why I never consider the consequences of my actions before taking them; I never seem to learn. I’ll likely find my way into trouble again today, and Nicole isn’t here to stop me or nag me for my recklessness. She chose today of all days to leave me alone in the palace.Today is the day of combat training. I have no idea how I’m supposed to survive when I can barely hold myself upright. If Nicole were here, she would have helped me; she would have been my sparring partner. With her gone, I dread to think what will happen on that court.I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and I look like hell. I rake my fingers through my hair, twisting it

KyraEleven days, six hours, five minutes, four seconds since Zyran punished me in his study but who is counting, definitely not me.I scowled at parchment in front of me like it had been the one to offend me. I have tried, really hard to erase the memory of that day, but my body remembered, and it wanted more, but Zyran didn't call for me. He hadn't sent a guard, hadn't flicked a mental switch, and hadn't even looked in my direction if we happened to pass in the distant corridors. It was as if he had scratched an itch and then tossed the tool aside. I was discarded, no worse than discarded, I was forgotten. I didn't want to be the girl pining for a monster, but my wolf was restless, whining for the dominance she had tasted. I was not going to be one of the numerous girls desperate for his attention, so I focused on the rage. I hated him for making me do something so foolish, so dangerous, and so disgusting, and I hated myself even more for the fact that I had loved every second of

KYRA Dinner was served with all the ceremony the palace loved so much, golden plates, crystal cups, and courses that seemed endless, but I barely touched any of it.The steak in front of me was perfectly cooked, red juices beneath it, but every time I picked up my knife, my mind wandered to places it absolutely shouldn't. I imagined driving that blade straight into Eve's throat, watching that triumphant little smile freeze forever. Then I'd turn to Zyran, catch him off guard, and sink it deep before he could react. Of course, I would barely make it halfway across the table before a dozen guards. Even the Alphas themselves had knives in my back. And Eve? She'd probably sit there the whole time, smiling triumphantly over my dead body. No, that fantasy wasn't worth the mess.I gripped the knife harder, sawing at the meat without really cutting it. The man seated beside me noticed. He had with a pale golden hair, and his golden mask pushed up on his nose. He leaned in, sounding slightly

KYRAThe sound of people chattering flitted into my ears as we made our way down to the practice room for today, and I pinched the bridge of my nose the closer we got. “Come on, don't be such a drag. It's not going to be that bad,” Nicole said as she bumped into my shoulders, and I rolled my eyes in a very dramatic, exaggerated way at her. “Excuse me, I beg to differ. It is very bad. It is a waste of time. Why the hell do we have to spend hours learning how to hone those useless talents?” I quipped. Nicole shook her head at me as we walked past the open door. “Just because you're a terrible single, Kyra, doesn't mean this is a waste of time. Singing and dancing are extremely useful too, especially in the right situations.”I rolled my eyes again, but I said nothing else this time. There was no point arguing with Nicole. I kew she was wrong, even if she wasn't willing to accept it. This part of the training schedule was what I hated most. I mean, why waste time learning how to sing

ZYRAN I don’t remember deciding to move.One moment, I was in the council hall with irritation coiled tight in my chest for reasons I couldn’t name. The next, something snapped inside me, and all I could feel was pain and fear and then a scream.My wolf surged forward, howling, tearing at my control as if it meant nothing.And then there was blood.The guards hadn’t even realized they were dead.I stood over them now with my chest rising too fast and my sword dripping with their blood. Rain plastered my hair to my face, cooling skin that burned as though I were still in battle.I hadn’t meant to kill them, but I did.I turned slowly and met the prettiest pair of emerald eyes. She was on the ground.Her emerald gown was ruined with mud, and her books were scattered all over the place. Her hands were planted behind her as if she had been trying to crawl away, eyes wide, lips parted in silent terror.She was frozen while she stared at me. Something twisted violently in my chest. It was