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

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In love with trouble

KYRA I woke up to the distinct feeling that if I didn’t open my eyes in the next five seconds, something would go wrong.“Kyra,” Nicole said flatly. “If you don’t wake up right now, I’m pouring this water on your face.”I cracked one eye open and found her sitting beside my bed with her legs crossed, a cup of water held ominously over my head. My roommate didn't do 'nurturing.' She did 'tolerating,' and right now, I was testing her limits."How long was I out?" I wheezed, my voice sounded like it had been out of use for a while on stone.I can't believe I'd fainted. I don't even remember fainting. "Three days," Nicole grunted, shoving the cup toward my lips. "Three days of you lying there like a corpse. I was beginning to think I was going to have to bury you myself."I drank the water greedingly whilst she frowned as she watched me."Why do you always look for trouble, Kyra? You’re an Omega. You don't heal fast, and you certainly don't have the muscle to back up that mouth of yours

Breakfast

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

Five minutes

KYRAThe blunt side of the sword hit me on the shoulder, and the hit was so sudden that it threw me off guard. Pain lanced through my shoulder, and I winced, but Eve didn't let up on the attack.She moved again, faster than I expected, and the sword hit me smack in the chest. A muffled groan slipped past my lips. The rest of the trainees were starting to stare now, and I hated how they looked at me with hungry eyes. Not wanting to accept defeat, I rallied the last of my strength, lifting my sword up to parry away another one of her hits. Eve, the evil incarnate, smiled. It's a good thing, Nicole came back in time. I was all healed up and clean from scars. “The little sheep is starting to fight back,” she crooned, and her gaze flittered over to where our training instructor, Ian, was deliberately avoiding us. That jerk. He intentionally paired me with Eve, obviously. And I desperately wanted to smack him across the face for being such a biased, two-faced jerk. But I could not,

Little bird

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

Masquerade ball

KYRA I pulled myself out of Davis’s grip fast, stepping back so his hands fell away. He lingered and that annoyed me more than the almost-fall."I'm fine now," I snapped, my mind going back to his words. I was the king's favorite headache? So Zyran did talk about me? Or was Davis just mocking me?"You're quite welcome, by the way," Davis said, leaning back against the railing with an easy grace that made me want to kick him."I didn't ask for help," I muttered, already turning on my heel. I didn't wait for a reply. I started speed-walking down the corridor. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Alpha King’s inner circle as possible."I'll see you again, Kyra!" Davis called out behind me. His voice was loud, cheerful. If no one smiled in this palace, this particular person definitely smiles too much. "And don't look so grumpy at the banquet! It ruins the view!"I didn't look back. I ducked into a side hallway. Every time I encountered one of them, I felt like a mous

The insides of a ball

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

The dance

KYRA Rowan led me toward the center of the hall, his hand on my back. I could almost pretend I was just a girl at a banquet, dancing with a man who made me laugh. We hadn’t taken three steps when a voice interrupted us.“It’s either you like the bloodshed, little wolf, or you truly hate him.”My feet stopped on their own. Rowan’s hand tightened slightly on mine, but I was already turning to Zyran.He stood just behind us, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. Eve was no longer at his side; she’d been left a few paces back, her smile faltering as she watched. His eyes were fixed solely on me.I frowned, “What is that supposed to mean?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, crowding my space until all I could smell was him. Rowan shifted beside me, ready to intervene, but Zyran’s gaze never left mine.“You know exactly what I told you,” he murmured so only I could hear it. “No other man touches what’s mine.”I glared at him. He couldn’t possibl

My secret

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

Something is wrong

KYRA “Have I ever complimented your necklace?” Nicole asked as she put on her strawberry earrings.I stared at it in the mirror, my heart melting at the thought of my parents. My fingers traced the pendant, and my eyes began to sting.Don’t cry, Kyra, I warned myself mentally. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.“It was a gift from my father,” I told her. I grabbed the brush from the vanity and ran it through my long red hair until every strand was perfectly in place. I always felt better when my hair was styled well—especially today.Today’s training was focused on etiquette. Not to toot my own horn, but I had taught myself a great deal about protocol over the years. I didn't expect to have any trouble with the lessons.“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Nicole said, carefully applying her lipstick.“Yeah,” I replied, my eyes growing misty again. “Will you do my makeup?” I asked, desperate to change the topic and lighten the heaviness in my chest at the thought of my mother “Why?” N

Lucky

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

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