All Chapters of THE ALPHA KING'S DESPISED OMEGA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evelyn's Pov: I woke to the sound of rain. For a moment, I thought the laughter of the pack still echoed in my head. Then the sharp, bitter smell of herbs reached me. I realized I was in a small cabin, not the hall. My knees ached. My hands were wrapped in clean bandages. Someone had cared enough to touch what everyone else ignored. Rowan sat by the fire with his boots off, stirring a pot that smelled almost good. When I moved, he looked up, raising an eyebrow. “About time,” he said. “I thought you would sleep until the next full moon.” My voice came out rough. “You should have let me.” He snorted. “Then who would complain about my cooking?” I tried to laugh, but it caught in my throat. The sound that came out was more of a sob. Rowan didn’t look away or pity me; he just handed me a cup of water. “Drink. The healer said you fainted twice.” I obeyed. The water tasted metallic, but it helped. When I set the cup down, my hands shook less. “Lucien?” I asked before I could stop m

The whiskey burned, but not as much as the weight of his eyes. I tried to ignore it. Tried to focus on the glass in my hand, the sweat dripping down its sides, the thud of bass pulsing through the walls. But it was impossible. His stare clung to me, branding me, hotter than anything I’d ever felt before. When I finally forced myself to look again, he was gone. Or so I thought. A shadow moved at the edge of my vision. Then he was there,sliding into the stool beside me with a predator’s grace, his sheer presence swallowing the air around us. “Whiskey,” he told the bartender, his voice low, smooth, threaded with command. It wasn’t a request. It was an order. The man answered quickly. And then those golden eyes were on me again. Up close, they were even more unsettling. Too bright, too sharp, it was like sunlight reflected in molten metal. His gaze pinned me in place, stripping me bare. “You’re bleeding,” he said. I blinked in confusion. “What?” His mouth curved faintly, as if am

His mouth was still on mine, hot and demanding, and I couldn’t stop. God, I didn’t want to. His kiss was fire and fury and hunger, everything I’d been running from and everything I suddenly craved. Damian’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left, only heat. I moaned against his lips, the sound desperate, helpless, ripped from somewhere deep inside me. He answered with a growl that rumbled through his chest and into mine, vibrating in my bones. It wasn’t human. That sound. And still—it made me want him more. The kiss grew frantic, urgent, like we were starving for each other. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and I clung to his shirt like I’d drown if I let go. His hand slid up my back, strong fingers pressing into my skin, branding me. My mind screamed stop, but my body was already gone. Every nerve lit up, every breath stolen by him. He broke away for a second, his forehead pressed to mine, his chest rising and falling in ragged pulls. His eyes—God

Damian POV: In my room I stare in disbelieve and admiration. I still couldn't believe that a mare human could dump me after a night of passtion. My lips curved up as I said. “You want to run from me, little human? That is not possible, nobody runs from me. You are mine from now on.” I said it like a promise and also a warning. The words tasted like iron. I pushed off the bed. Anger coiled through my muscles. I moved to the window and looked down. The street pulsed with morning traffic. Her scent should have been loud as a bell by now. But for some reason It wasn’t. I couldn't smell a thing. “Where are you?” I said in a low voice. I was talking to the empty air. I suddenly felt a weakness. My wolf was hungry and thirsty. A hunger that made my teeth itch. He wanted blood. He wanted scent. And most of all he wanted her. I knew I had to find her or I will go crazy,so I quickly dressed. I dressed in leather jacket, dark jeans and boots. No tie. No patience. I didn’t look at the bed a

The city was already alive. Cars honking, vendors shouting, the smell of roasted chestnuts mingling with exhaust fumes. I clutched my folder of printed resumes like it was a shield.Blackthorne Holdings Tower, rose ahead of me, an impossible spike of glass and steel scraping the sky. It gleamed like it owned the sun itself.I stopped at the entrance, staring up. “What am I even doing here?” I whispered.People brushed past, heels clicking, suits crisp, confidence radiating. I was just… Aria. No polished résumé, no designer heels. Just desperation, and a fire that refused to die even when everything else had.I forced my legs to move.Inside, the lobby swallowed me whole. Every single thing was Polished. Polished marble floors reflected the chandeliers above. Security guards stood like statues, eyes scanning for weakness. My breath caught as I approached the receptionist’s desk.She looked up, her hair pulled into a perfect chignon, her lipstick a shade that probably cost more than my