All Chapters of PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“I don’t have answers yet,” he said firmly. “No one does. But if the cycle is unstable, then none of us are safe and that means training starts now. Harder, longer, without complaint.”His words hit like stones. The cadets went quiet, glancing between one another, uncertain if they should feel scared or angry.“Understand this,” Baron added, voice steady again. “The academy exists for one purpose — to face what the rest of the world can’t. If you’re here, you’re part of that purpose. You’re the heart of the wereworld, whether you like it or not.”Silence swallowed the courtyard once more.Somewhere in the back, a bell began to toll faintly — low and distant, echoing through the mist.Elowyn’s eyes darted toward the sound, and for a brief second, she swore the earth beneath her boots trembled.A hand shot up from the middle row — trembling but bold.“Alpha Baron, what caused the change?” the cadet asked, voice echoing. “Why now?”The question hung in the air like smoke. Baron opened hi

The dining hall was quieter than it had ever been.Candles burned low, their flames swaying under the draft. Plates clinked softly, the sound too small for the size of the hall.Elowyn sat among a row of cadets who didn’t speak. They chewed slowly, eyes half-lidded, as though food had lost its taste. Even the usual clang of laughter from the far tables was gone.She felt the unease crawling under her skin. Every scrape of metal on plate made her flinch.At the far end, Baron sat beside Azpen. Both were silent—Azpen staring at nothing, Baron’s jaw tight, his eyes distant but sharp. There was something about the way he gripped his cup that unsettled her.Across the hall, a few cadets whispered and stole glances toward their table. One of them elbowed another, muttering something too low to catch.Elowyn looked down at her food. The broth and chicken had gone cold.Something was off tonight—too still, too heavy. Like the air before a lightning strike.Elowyn stared at her untouched plate

Then the entire dining hall erupted.Wooden chairs scraped. Cups clattered. A roar swelled from the walls as cadets slammed their spoons against their mugs while some slammed on the tables, creating a thunderous rhythm that echoed like battle drums.“It’s nigh! It’s nigh! It’s nigh!”The chant rolled like a storm down the long tables, shaking the torches.Elowyn grinned wide, standing tall on the table.“The Hollow Six must wait for us!” she shouted over the rising din.Laughter broke through the fear.Cadets clinked their cups together in rhythm, some chanting, others yelling through laughter's tears or hysterical grins.Even the ones who had once glared at her joined in, their spoons and hands striking like steel on steel.The sound carried beyond the stone walls, into the dark hills where the night wind howled back.Across the room, the Alphas sat watching at first—arms crossed, unreadable.But then one by one, they lifted their cups too.Baron raised his last, slow and deliberate,

A tense pause followed.Then, the gate captain's voice rang back, sharper now."Lady Ariya is under Somberwoke's protection! You will not see her. Return to your Alpha King and tell him that Somberwoke does not entertain foreign inquiries."A few riders chuckled lowly. The spokesman tilted his head, his smile almost polite."Protection?" he repeated. "From scrutiny, or from the truth?"That earned a ripple of movement from the guards above."She doesn't have what you're looking for!" the captain snapped. "There is no mother fucking hybrid in Somberwoke-now leave before I count to three!"But the strangers didn't move.Their leader slowly raised his hand. In answer, the riders behind him unfurled a crimson banner-a sign not of diplomacy, but of pursuit.The riders waited.The wind hissed through the iron spikes of the gate.The guards above didn't speak again. They just stood there-bows drawn, faces hard as stone.For a long while, both sides stared at each other.The leader of the vis

He glanced around, letting the tension thicken. "Funny how the spirits seem to visit you right after you pay a visit to an Alpha's quarters."The boys around Elowyn froze. The laughter died. "What do you say, our savior?" Lucian's minion probed.Elowyn stiffened. Her pulse spiked. Her mind went blank for a heartbeat - then she turned, too quickly, trying to walk off.But halfway through her stride, she stopped. Dead still.The silence deepened brittly. Even the night air seemed to hold its breath.The laughter had long fled, leaving behind only the crackle of fire and the stares and murmurs of nearby groups.Then, suddenly-A scent.Heavy. Piercing. Familiar. That piny scent that would always make her lose it.It rolled in-sharp, commanding, yet dangerously warm. It hit her in a wave that nearly buckled her knees.Heads turned. Baron Ortega was cutting through the crowd by the fire, his long strides firm, unbothered. His hair quivered with the wind, his presence a cold warning in th