All Chapters of PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Chapter 181 - Chapter 187

Amid the chaos, Baron moved with precision, protective, lethal, his eyes scanning for Elowyn, ready to guard her while leading the counterattack. Soldiers, witches, and cadets fought with everything they had, yet even in the heart of battle, the RuthValis forces held a spark of hope-they would not let Haspan claim victory. The air was thick with magic, steel, and fury, the war had truly begun.The battlefield exploded into chaos as Haspan's witches singled out the RuthValis army, their deadly spells tearing through the lines, but the veilbound witches were relentless, intercepting each strike with shields and counterspells. Elowyn's frustration boiled over-she screamed, raising her hands, and poured corrosive acid at the foot of the gate. It hissed and fumed as it seared through Haspan's advancing army, making them scream and stumble in horror and death.Baron faced Lucian Speare and Haspan's sons, their combined attacks pushing him to the edge, but he roared and fought through eve

As Metella burst out of the portal into RuthValis, she stopped dead.All around her was the heap of weakened witches, drained by the battle, their spells flickering like dying embers. The air hummed with leftover magic.Across the smoke-stained sky, Mia and Elowyn catch sight of her.Metella screamed-a mix of fury and grief-and launched forward, ready to tear through anyone in her way.But Elowyn's hand lifted.Her voice was soft but sharp with power."WELCOME TO YOUR DEATH, METELLA."Metella's body seized-then whips backward, slamming straight into the mound of defeated witches. She tumbled and landed hard, tangled with the very witches she'd sworn to be above.Mia and Elowyn descended from the broom, boots touching the cracked stones. Their gowns swirl with wind and leftover magic, their wolf eyes still faintly glowing.Baron howled and his wolves answered, bodies shimmering and cracking back into their human forms.All around them, the battle's survivors staggered over.Baron limpe

SIX MONTHS LATERThe feast was a dazzling affair, the large ceremonial tent of RuthValis adorned with flowers, silks, and lanterns that shimmered like captured stars. Musicians played soft, lilting melodies as the people of the wereworld gathered, their joy tempered by the solemn remembrance of battles fought and lives lost.At the heart of it all, Baron and Elowyn stood together beneath a canopy of white and gold. Their hands were intertwined, fingers locked as if they had never been apart. The king pronounced their vows with a voice steady yet warm, and as the final words were spoken, Baron leaned forward and pressed his lips to Elowyn's. It was a kiss full of promise and passion, one that carried every whispered hope, every trial endured, and every stolen moment of tenderness between them. The hall erupted in cheers, clapping, and joyous cries.Later, the couple moved to the center of the dance floor. Soft music played, and they swayed together, bodies close, sharing quiet la