All Chapters of The Omega’s True Legacy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Esme's POVFour days. That's all the time I had left before the Alpha trials began, before I'd face Selene in front of the entire pack. Four days to become someone I wasn't sure I could be.The training yard was already lit with floodlights when I arrived, the pre-dawn darkness still thick around us. All four of my brothers waited, their expressions grim. This wasn't like our previous sessions where they'd taught me basics, where they had been patient. This was different and urgent."We're changing your training regimen," Xavier said without preamble. "What we've taught you so far was foundation. Now we prepare you for what's actually coming."Dorian stepped forward, his usually warm eyes serious. "Selene's been training for this her entire life, Esme. She's not just participating in the Alpha trials. She's been engineered for them. Every move she makes has been calculated, practiced a thousand times.""I know," I said quietly. I'd been lying awake at night thinking about it, imagini

Esme's POVThe morning sun came through my window like a slap. I jerked awake, gasping, my sheets soaked with sweat. For a moment I didn't know where I was. The nightmare clung to me like wet clothes.Then I saw Maya asleep in the chair beside my bed, her head tilted at an angle that would hurt her neck later. She'd stayed. All night.The clock on my wall said five-thirty. Two and a half days until the trials. Sixty hours. Three thousand six hundred minutes until I had to attend the Alpha Duel in front of everyone.My hands started shaking again.No. I pressed them flat against the mattress. No more falling apart. No more panic attacks. Selene wanted me broken before I ever stepped into that ring and I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.I slipped out of bed without waking Maya and dressed in silence. My body screamed with every movement, yesterday's training had left me covered in bruises across my ribs, shoulders, and thighs. I looked like someone had painted me with pain.Good. Pai

Esme's POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back at me. Two weeks ago, I'd been nothing, a broken omega who flinched at shadows. Now I was volunteering to fight the pack's strongest warriors in front of everyone."You don't have to do this," Xavier said from the doorway.I turned to face him. "Yes, I do.""Esme…""I chose this, Xavier. Nobody forced me." I sat on the edge of my bed, wincing as my still-healing ribs protested. "I want to do this.” He crossed the room and sat beside me. "Why? Why put yourself through this?"The answer came easier than I expected. "Because I'm tired of being weak, of everyone looking at me like I'm something fragile that might break." I met his eyes. “I can survive this.""The trials start tomorrow. You have less than twenty-four hours to prepare for five consecutive fights against trained warriors.""I know."Xavier's jaw tightened. "The pack elders finalized the format this afternoon. Four minutes per opponen

Esme’s PovSelene smiled. "Finally. I was getting bored watching them play with you."She didn't wait for the signal.Her blade flashed. I brought up the baton, blocked it. The impact sent shockwaves through my injured arms.She was fast. Faster than Kara. Stronger than Marcus. More tactical than Julian and more brutal than Cole.She was everything I wasn't.Her blade found my shoulder. It cut through my fabric and skin. Blood bloomed hot.I swung the baton. She ducked, came up inside my guard. Her fist connected with my broken ribs.I screamed and went down."Get up, omega," Selene hissed. "Show them why you think you deserve to be here."I tried. gods, I tried. But my body wouldn't respond. The pain was too much.Selene kicked me onto my back and planted her foot on my chest. It pressed down on my broken ribs.I couldn't breathe.Then I saw it. Her stance. She was putting all her weight on the foot pinning me down.I drove the baton into her standing knee.She howled, stumbled back.

Esme's POVThree days after the verdict, I stood in the training yard at dawn, bandages tight against my ribs, learning to fight properly. Xavier circled me like a predator studying prey, correcting my stance with sharp commands that cut through the morning air.My muscles screamed with every movement. My wounds pulled against their stitches, threatening to tear open. But I didn't stop. Elite warrior training started in three days, and I refused to walk in there looking like easy prey. The other trainees would smell weakness like blood in water, and I'd already bled enough."Again," Xavier barked. I lunged forward, driving my fist toward the practice dummy. Pain exploded through my side where Selene's blade had pierced me. I bit down on my tongue until I tasted copper, swallowing the scream that wanted to escape.Xavier caught my arm mid-swing and adjusted the angle. "You're telegraphing. Anyone with half a brain will see that punch coming from a mile away." His grip was firm but not