All Chapters of PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Suddenly, doors began to fly open."Elyan!"The voice cut clean through the frenzy.Calm, precise, sharp.Azpen stepped out from the shadows of the hall, his posture loose but his eyes locked on her, unflinching.The tension in his voice was threaded with something heavier."On behalf of Alpha Baron-" his tone dipped lower, commanding-"stand down."Her chest heaved. The words clawed through the haze like iron hooks, dragging her back toward herself.Her snarl cracked in her throat, breaking into a shuddering gasp.The boys looked between them, uneasy now-not because of Elowyn alone, but because Baron's shadow was suddenly in the room with them, spoken through Azpen.Elowyn's fingers trembled against the railing. She was still squatted like a predator ready to spring, but her eyes-wild, feral-flicked to Azpen's.And in that moment, she wasn't sure if she was more afraid of the boys, of Baron... or of herself.Elowyn's laugh tore out of her-raw, jagged, a sound that didn't belong to a f

"Kill, or be unmade."Baron's chest thundered like a war drum.The blade in his hand shook-not from weakness, but from fury and shock at himself. His instincts screamed to obey, to end a strange trembling girl on rags in front of him.The Hollow demanded blood.His eyes locked on his, wide and raw, her lips parting as though she already knew what was coming.Kill omega. Claim your rank.The voice coiled in his skull, molten and absolute.Baron snarled. His grip tightened on the hilt until his knuckles cracked. His body wanted to lunge, wanted to split her open, wanted to end.But his mind...No.Something wasn't right.The sword stopped inches from her chest. His whole body shuddered, sweat pouring from his skin as his muscles betrayed him, spasming with the Hollow's pull.His throat tore with a roar-half wolf, half man-forcing himself back, ripping himself away from the strike.The mist screamed. The ground shook as if Hollow Six itself despised his refusal.But Baron didn't bend. He

The great palace of RuthValis shimmered like molten gold in the daylight.Every pillar was carved with wolves mid-howl, and the scent of incense wound through the air - rosemary, smoke, and something ancient.At the heart of it all sat Alpha Ortiz Ortega, the Supreme Alpha of the Twelve Houses, his silver robes trailing across the marble as he leaned against the edge of the throne dais.The man's eyes, molten gold under lamplight, flickered between patience and exhaustion.Beside him, Lisa Ortega stood near the wide glass doors that opened to the balcony. The night winds toyed with her hair as she clasped her hands tightly together, her face pale."I saw it again," Lisa whispered, voice trembling. "The same dream, Father. Only this time... there were banners. Red banners and women, rising from the valleys. And the wolves howled in tongues I didn't know."Ortiz's gaze lifted slowly. "Another rebellion?" His tone was measured, but beneath it, a faint growl stirred - the kind that always

"You should be prepared for death, Sergius," she said softly, almost tenderly. "Because it's already circling this house. You can smell it, can't you?"Sergius's eyes widened. "Don't dare say that," he snapped, voice breaking. "You don't know what you're talking about-"But she only smiled faintly, gaze fixed somewhere far away. "Oh, I do. Haspan doesn't kill for pleasure. He kills for pattern. Once his rhythm starts, it doesn't stop until the blood makes sense to him. But still, to hell with you both animals.""Stop it!" Sergius's voice rose as he slammed a hand on the table, sending a cup flying. "You think this is funny? You think you can sit there and laugh and talk nonsense while he threatens our lives?"Sergius continued to yell and smash things.Ariya didn't even flinch.She blinked slowly, lashes lowering like someone watching a child throw stones at a storm."Throw your tantrum, Sergius," she murmured. "You've been doing that since the first time fear touched you."He turned

Baron stared at her, knowing he'd slipped, but unwilling to retreat. Something about her made his instincts coil in warning - and in hunger.He looked away again, dragging a hand through his hair. "Forget it," he muttered. "Just... keep it under control. Whatever that was. Hide it or you'll get in trouble."He shoved the report aside, but didn't dismiss her.Instead, his tone shifted, quieter now, rougher."Tell me something, Elyan."She lifted her eyes, uncertain."When it happened," he said, "did you feel fear?"Elowyn hesitated, then whispered, "No, sir. I felt-awake."That single word pulled the corner of his mouth, just a flicker, like the ghost of a thought he didn't dare voice."Awake," he repeated. "Be careful what that means. Describe it to no one"The silence after that was heavy.Elowyn fought the tremor that kept rising through her arms. Her breath came too uneven, too loud in the still library. The scent of old parchment mixed with something sharper - his scent - and it w