Semua Bab PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Bab 151 - Bab 160

The Ashmoore training field buzzed like a beehive split in half. Students gathered, whispering, arguing, some crying, some sharpening their claws and teeth as the dean's words still echoed: "...support Elowyn Froste or Haspan, the fiery lycan." Silence thudded as Lucian Speare climbed a high platform. His shiny boots scraped stone. His face looked haunted-pale, shaken, eyes hollow. He lifted a hand. The noise died instantly. "My father..." his voice cracked, "...was right in front of her. Elowyn. The hybrid. And he didn't see it." He pressed both palms to his head, trembling. "I-didn't see it. The one answer to ending all this war, all this wandering... the one person whose fate is tied to my father's... was right. Under. My. Nose." The students murmured, some shrinking back. Lucian let out a broken laugh. "And how did I treat her? How? Like trash. Like a nobody. And now-now she stands on the brink of changing the world and my-" He raised his head, voice growing sharp, fe

She shook her head fiercely and wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him from leaning back."Bite me back, Baron. Let's be one. I'm already trapped in this world. At least let me choose who I'm trapped with.Baron tried once more to pull away - one last scrap of discipline - but she tightened her hold, desperate, vulnerable, begging without shame.The Alpha in him bowed.Slowly, he lowered his head to her neck, breath trembling against her skin."Elowyn..." His voice rough, almost a warning. "If you want this, if you want me, I won't be able to stop once I begin.""I don't want you to stop," she murmured, guiding him closer with both hands. "Mark me, Baron. Let everyone know who I stand with."Instinct swept him under.He gathered her close, one hand behind her head, the other gripping her waist like he was afraid she'll vanish. His breath grew uneven, heavy with need and devotion.And then - gently, reverently - he sunk his mark into the soft place between her neck and shoulder.

While the world burned outside, Elowyn gave everything to her training.Combat. Witchery. Breath work. Mind work.No rest. No pause. No softness.She wanted Mia.She wanted her mother.She wanted control.Baron joined her sometimes and he turned out to be the most impressive fighter she'd ever seen.Fast and sure. Too expert for his age.Even when he competed with bigger warlords, there was no match to be seen. Peculiar.Lisa watched her one early morning as Elowyn called up acid in one palm and ice in the other-her breath steady, eyes calm. She joined them over a bucket and the water warmed instantly when they dropped in.The witches gasped."Balance," the elder whispered. "She's found balance."That day, Elowyn stepped into witchery paths older witches fainted just trying to read. Her skin didn't bleed. Her mind didn't spin. She walked through them like she had always known them.Later, when the witches hoisted a small party, Lisa ran and hugged her, crying in disbelief."I see hope

She forced herself to sit straighter, blinking hard, but tears still slid down.She swallowed, then whispered, "And the people out there... especially the kids... Baron, there are bad things happening. Horrible things." The pain pushed through her voice. "I heard things."Baron froze. His jaw tightened."I was hoping you wouldn't," he admitted in a low, rough voice. "I told everyone to keep it quiet."Elowyn shook her head weakly. "It's okay... I think I needed to know. Now I... I understand more."Her eyes steadied with a new fire. "And it makes me more ready. More willing to fight."But Baron's face twisted with worry."I don't even want you to fight," he confessed, his breath shaking. "I know who you are, Elowyn. I know you won't run. But I'm scared. I keep wishing there was a way to stop everything-freeze it-and rebuild the world into something that makes sense again."Elowyn gave a sad, tired smile. "I want that too. But the world has its laws. Its principles."Baron bit his lip,

Mama Mariah and the other witches who were with Elowyn started, scared but she motioned for them to not be afraid.The moment three witches grabbed Elowyn, their confidence cracked.Her hands snapped up and clamped around the wrists of two unlucky ones.A wet, sizzling sound filled the chamber.Acid poured down their arms like molten rain.The women screamed-raw, piercing, helpless.The RuthValis witches finally leaned back with quiet, knowing smiles.Haspan's witches stood frozen, horror spreading across their faces.At the far end of the long table, the glowing green orb appeared and pulsed once... then fell silent, almost as if watching.The two burned witches collapsed to their knees, screaming.Elowyn turned, her eyes bright, breath steady, and said calmly, almost sweetly:"Come now. That was nothing. Barely a taste."She walked forward.The others shuffle back, some trembling, some snarling to hide their fear."Don't-don't touch me!" one cried.Elowyn tilted her head. "Then why