All Chapters of Omega Bound: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Ronan The tribunal doors slams closed behind me, a cold relief filling my bones, for a second the world feels too bright, too open and loud.As I walk into the school's main building,the whispers begin, starting first as a soft ripple then it's charged.“ That's him,”“ the violent one, never pegged him as the violent sort,”“he attacked the student council president.”Two new Beta students start talking, moving their eyes elsewhere as I pass, refusing to look in my direction, when some students see me their conversation dies mid sentence, as their eyes slide over me calculating, judging and satisfied.“Nightshade.” With a scoff following,a vicious smile.Like I have already been convicted for a crime I did not commit.Keep walking, Ronan, don't react, they don't deserve anything from you.A tall Alpha from Alpha class B who was pushed there by the stupid standards of the school deliberately stepped into my path.“ Well, well, well,” he says sinisterly.” Look at who's out of the Trib

RONANThe Evaluation hall feels too crowded, I could see some lesser Alphas chewing their nails at the door , scared to enter, it feels like an execution chamber.Rows of students fill the bleachers, buzzing with nervous excitement and curiosity. The banner and decorations have been put up with a black and red flag with a blue flame in the middle with a red moon over it, fluttering.Everything feels too bright and loud, my skin hasn't stopped prickling since this morning.Dax stands at the administrative table with Finn on one side and Rhea on the other, shuffling papers as our eyes make contact he shifts his eyes and starts shuffling papers with his trembling hands.He avoids my eyes at first. I know he doesn't want to be seen with the guy who hit his friend in public.As I step further into the hall, the tension in here is suffocating. They are all tense about the trials and they ignore me or pretend to.Kieran enters the hall a few moments later. I feel him before I see him, his sc

RonanAs boots run down the corridor, after the announcement the school has been abuzz with the thought of our parents being here,and they also raised the stakes by letting Omegas in.Someone slams into a door down the hall,someone else laughs high and nervous.“ The families are here!” The words echo like a crack of thunder.I'm sitting on my bed, half laced boots forgotten in my hands. For a second I don't move. The air feels heavier.Families, the trial events, tomorrow.Across the room, Kieran straightens slowly from where he'd been checking on the straps of his wrestling gear. His movements are precise, controlled, but he looks nervous before he masks it.He doesn’t look at me. That shouldn't sting, I tell myself, we've perfected not speaking to each other in the room over the last few days just sharp looks and clipped words.But knowing we'll be seen tomorrow, watched and dissected like gladiators in a ring, it makes my stomach twist.The door bursts open and Dax leans in,with h

RONANThe roar of the crowd follows me even after I leave the arena.It crawls in my ears, seeps into my bones, and leaves echos.Cheers for Kieran, for him dominating me, for him making a joke out of me there.I keep my head high as I walk, my shoulders squared,my steps equal to an Alpha of my standing, every inch the Alpha they expect me to be.But my body doesn't believe the lie, my wrists still ache from where his hand held mine. My stomach still remembers the heat of him on me.The weight of him pinning me down, not brutally or carelessly,but with a lot of measured control, like he knew exactly how much pressure to use and when to stop, that makes the whole situation even worse.I enter the locker room, and try to scrub my hands and wrists clean of his scent, scrubbing hard enough to burn.His scent clings to my skin, sharp, commanding and filled with comfort, it makes my stomach twist, i drag my palms down my neck trying to clean the scent of me.It won't leave.He was trying to