All Chapters of Omega Bound: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ETHAN The rain leaked heavily through the cracked roof of the abandoned warehouse, little water pools under my boots showing me a reflection of my face.The Informant said she was in here hiding out, she didn't look like a high - society Luna anymore or the girl i knew in Eldenridge.She looked like a drowned, frantic rat, her hands shaking violently as she aimed a stolen gun towards where I stood.Having been watching her for the longest, since i entered this warehouse.“Come out!” She shrieked, her voice shaking as she panicked further. “I know you're there,Ethan! I can smell you! I'm not afraid of you!” I stepped into the dim, yellow light flickering throughout the abandoned warehouse.The silver scar running down my face catching the reflection of the small water poolsI didn't have a weapon, I didn't need one to do what I wanted.“You look tired, Rhea,” I said.My voice was flat, and entirely steady, the voice of someone who had a close brush with death. “Stay back!” She screa

RONAN I didn’t hear the platter of the rain anymore, or even feel the floor beneath my feet anymore.The heavy, suffocating silence inside the Car as we drove to the Nightshade estates felt like a tomb, created by my own father, we were ushered to his study as soon as we got there.Alistair Nightshade sat in his study, a glass of amber bourbon sat on his mahogany desk, he was staring blankly at the empty room, while hugging my mother's scarf to his chest.He looked up immediately as I slammed the doors open, the wood splintering against the frame, Kieran followed close behind me , like a silent , deadly guardian, his presence grounding my emotions.“Ronan,” my father said, his stubble and his voice a telltale of exhaustion all over him. He didn't even flinch at the sound of the doors, dropping the scarf onto his desk. “You shouldn't be resting, the council….”“Did you do it?” My voice didn't sound like mine, it was hollow, sharp, and crying out with a life of lived agony.“Did you go

KIERAN Air rushed back into my lungs and it hurt to swallow burning a path down my raw throat.I forced my bloodied, trembling hands against the rain- slicked ground, pushing myself as the hum of the broken brass had died out completely.Auriel backed away slowly frantically, his shredded, bleeding hands pressed tight against his chest, his face pale white with pure disbelief as he stared at Ronan.“You're…..you're an Omega, you shouldn't have been able to shatter the frequency of an ancient relic,” he stammered, his usual cold, calculated composure leaking out of him in waves.“It's impossible, the Nightshade lineage never had such…….”“The Nightshade lineage aren't your experiment bunnies anymore, Auriel,” I growl, wiping dark blood from my split lip as I stepped directly between him and Ronan, standing at my full imposing height, Fenir at the back of my mind hungry for revenge.Fenir roared back to life with a terrifying rage and fury, powered by the sheer amount of Ronan's scent

RONAN The grand hall of the Nightshade Manor was packed wall to wall with high ranking nobles, pack elders, and former council lords.The heavy, suffocating air of old men and the rigid rules of the empire, felt so thick. But today the rules belong to me.Standing beside me at the head of the long, polished delegation table was Ethan.After three months we worked out a way for him to stay with us.Dressed in clean, functional gray clothes with a dark hood pulled back over his head, as he stood as the unmistakable representative of the Lower slums.“You're out of your mind, Lord Nightshade,” Lord Silas, a noble from the higher regions, slamming a gloved gist onto the polished wood until the crystal glasses rattled.“You want to open the City inner markets and environs to the Nulls? Unbonded, untracked wolves without bloodline registry?! It's uncalled for and has never happened in our history, its….its…economic suicide!”“It's progress, which we all need, Silas,” I replied, my voice wa

RONAN The air inside the underground Nightshade Vault was stifling, thick with dust, aged paper laying everywhere on the floor, the air smelled like metal, and long abandoned wood.My father, Alistair, stood by an open steel chest, his weathered hands trembling as he passed me a heavily faded, leather smelling book.“This is the original trial from twenty years ago,” Alistair said softly. His voice raspy as his stare is fixed at the stone floor, completely refusing to meet my eyes.“Every dose, every side effect…. What you and your mate experienced is recorded in here.” reaching out to take the heavy book from him, promising to burn it when I finish going through it.The moment my bare fingers brushed against the cracked leather cover, a sudden, blinding wave of dizziness hit me like a physical blow.The underground vault tilted violently on its axis. The dim overhead strip lights seemed to stretch into long streaks of yellow light across my field of vision, the smell of the leather