All Chapters of PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

His kiss wasn't careful.It was desperate, like a man drowning, finding air in her.When he finally pulled back, his chest heaved. His gaze darted to her face, then down - and something about her scent made him freeze. His pupils dilated. "There's something wrong somewhere," he muttered, stepping back, shaking his head like a wolf trying to break free of a spell.Elowyn could barely breathe. "Baron..."He turned toward her again, eyes flashing. "What are you doing to me?"And then, they were lost again. His restraint shattered and her fear burned into heat. The pull between them was wild, ancient - the kind of force that wasn't learned, but written into blood.When she clutched him close with a firm grip on his buttocks, something primal took over. Baron's lips parted to speak, but he stopped when he saw her fangs flash faintly.It wasn't slow or gentle - it was desperate, like the moon had called for them both. His hands found her waist, her back arching against his warmth. When hi

Silence."I can't find my herb bottle..." she blurted, voice shaking.Baron raked a hand through his hair, pacing in anger. "For the gods' sake, Elyan-stop being so damned needy. You've been clinging to me like-" He cut himself off, his jaw tightening. "I had a dream. Or maybe it wasn't. I can't tell anymore. There was... a woman."Elowyn's frustration broke through her fear. She caught his arm. "Baron! I truly masked my scent for months! I can't do it anymore. I don't want to die in his bloody hands. Please-help me. I need to find my bottle."Baron froze.The pieces fell into place like stones in his skull. His breath left him.He stepped back slowly, eyes widening as understanding dawned.She moved forward, gripping his sleeve tighter, desperate. "Baron-listen to me-"He tried to pull away, but she held on. "I marked you. We're mates."The words sliced through the air.Baron's hand flew to his neck, to the faint indentation of teeth. His eyes burned with disbelief and horror."Fuc

Lucian looked up sharply from the desk, startled-but his smirk came too late."Didn't you-"Baron's fist crashed into his jaw before he finished the sentence.The impact sent Lucian reeling into the table, scattering papers and vials. Baron didn't stop. He lunged forward, slamming him against the wall."Where's the flask, Lucian?!"Lucian's head snapped back against the stone. Blood trickled from his lip as he chuckled through clenched teeth."You've lost your damn mind-""Baron hit him again.The sound of bodies slamming echoed through the hall. Within seconds, Lucian's loyal packmates- twenty half-awake wolves from his squad-burst into the room, snarling.Baron turned, his eyes flashing green.They lunged.The room erupted into chaos-furniture splintering, glass breaking, the air thick with the metallic sting of blood.One wolf swung a chair; Baron ducked low, drove his knee into the boy's ribs, then tore through his throat with a single, brutal punch that cracked bone.Another slas

Slowly, he licked the blood that ran down the steel weapon.The hall froze. The assistant reached to speak and was silenced by Haspan's flashing eye.Hatred and hunger twisted his features. He shoved the letter into the brazier and watched the flames lick the ink until the paper shriveled."Move!" he roared, voice echoing off stone. "Mount my fastest horses. We ride for Ashmoore. Find the Hybrid before dawn."He slammed his fist on the table, then spun to the nearest raven keeper. "Send word - all clans near the area. No mercy. No delay."The messenger bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the floor, stunned but obedient. Haspan did not notice. He strode from the hall like a storm, shouting over his shoulder, "The final mission has come! Prepare my fastest riders. I need that Elowyn alive."Outside, banners were raised and spears readied. The earth seemed to hold its breath as two forces - one running toward refuge, the other toward revenge - set into motion.★★★★★★The thunder

The storm hadn't ended - it only changed its form.Messengers rode through mud and firelight.Flags were raised in panic. Armories were opened.The scent of war was in the wind.★★★★★★In the Southern markets of RuthValis, the cries of merchants vanished.A royal herald stood at the city gates, soaked in rain, shouting:"By order of the King - all civilians are to return to their homes. No wolf, no child, no merchant shall remain in the streets till further notice!"Doors slammed shut.Shutters banged against walls.The sound of hooves replaced the laughter of trade.Across the central plaza, guards mounted warhorses, spears raised.An old baker whispered, clutching his wife's hand:"It's begun again, hasn't it? Just like the Great Moonfall many years ago."His wife shushed him, pulling him inside before the next patrol thundered past.The court scribes scattered, sending ravens east and west.Every shadow seemed to move. Every scent was suspect.Meanwhile, at the edges of the known