บททั้งหมดของ Omega Bound: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

ETHAN My hands won't stop shaking, not adrenaline but fatigue, the kind that settles into bone and stays there, low and constant, like something buried under the skin that refuses to die.I flex my fingers slowly, and the skin across my hands is split, swollen, and bruised. The dried blood cracks open and stings again, I don't even react.I can't work in a firm or anything that requires checking of identification. The dock shift has me working for eight hours, carrying steel crates that smell like salt and diesel.My shoulders feel like they want to fall off, and now I'm at the next job, as a bouncer my back pressed against the door of iron lung, the bass from the music pours out.That's the only thing keeping me awake, the music, I close my eyes for a second. “Hey don't sleep on the job, man.” My eyes open, slowly as I struggle not to punch him, but I can waste energy on men that don't matter.The line shifts, as Alphas shove past me, one after another , checking and testing if I w

KIERAN I call the operations room on the comm the minute I leave the call, “ operations,” I say, a voice responds immediately, “yes high commander.” “Prepare a strike team.” I grate out. A few seconds of silence followed by a “yes sir.”The rain still doesn't stop. It bangs against the windshield of the car, hard as we drive towards the impound for a search and arrest mission.The accident wasn't an accident, I remember the way his bones met the road in that sickening crack that replays in my head time and time again.On paper, this place was just an impound for old and used cars before they were recycled, a concrete lie if you ask me.The convoy drives into the steel gates of the impoundment.But the moment I step out of the vehicle, boots hitting wet pavement and little puddles of water, Fenir rises sniffing for any signs of blood spilled.He has been restless and agitated, not for violence but for truth. The air reeks of oil, rust, and a voice crackles in my ears.“Commander,

ETHAN “It didn't work, did it?”Rhea's lips part, but no sounds come out, her chest rises and falls in short, and shallow bursts like she's drowning, the diamonds at her throat tremble under her fingers as she clutches them with all her strength.I don't move on from her. Everything I know about her is worse.MINE! The words come again, slamming against the walls of my mind, rattling my bones. My wolf surges with terrifying force as it's ready to go hell and back with her.Protect, possess, the desperate urge to step closer, pulling her into my arms, shield her from every threat in the world, even from myself.My stomach churned, “she hit him,” I whisper back to my wolf, so low it barely escapes my throat, while she is high out of her fucking mind. “She watched him bleed.”MINE!!He still repeats. “She left him there.”The bond tightens around my chest like a barbed wire, squeezing until breathing becomes difficult.Rhea stares at me, terror blooming across her face. “You…” her voice

KIERAN Two hours agoThe glass cup filled with whiskey shatters in my hand, crushed by me.The sound explodes through my office like a gunshot, and whiskey splashes across the floor in a golden arc, mixing with blood streaming down by palms.I stare at it detached and unimpressed, I don't feel the sting of shards because something blanking my capacity to feel pain.I feel hot, hungry, and aroused. Something is wrong.I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially.The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them.Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now.Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jas

RONAN The locker room doesn't just shake as Mina pills me into it, metal creaks somewhere on the floor, dust falls from the roof, settling on my hair, shoulders, and my trembling hands.I press myself deeper into the farthest corner of the supply closet. The scent of industrial bleach burns my scent from being too potent, but does not hide the scent of fear wafting off me.I pull my knees tight to my chest and wrap my hands around myself, trying to make myself smaller.I'm safe except for the thin steel door in front of me.That's not Kieran out there, “fuck, I should have listened to Ethan,” I shot a text to him.HELP, EXTRACTION NEEDED FROM THIS WORKPLACE.Thud, thud I hear stomping through the building like a natural disaster.Then his voice comes out. “Whose scent is that?” the mirror over at the sink shatters with a sharp jagged crack through the middle.I squeeze my eyes shut, God he sounds exactly the same, but stronger, deeper and more dangerous, but still him.“THE SCENT!” h