บททั้งหมดของ PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The clatter of cutlery and the thick scent of cooked meat filled the air. Tables were lined with loud, brawny cadets in uniforms stained by sweat and testosterone.Elowyn—still very much Scrawn Wolf Elyan to them—sat wedged at the end of the table, picking at her food and trying to ignore the sting in her abdomen.“Oi, Scrawn Wolf,” one cadet with a crooked nose barked. “That your fifth bite or you just nibble for show?”Elowyn glanced up, expression deadpan. “I’m savoring it. Something you wouldn’t understand—seeing as you chew like your teeth are fighting a civil war.”A few heads turned.Someone choked on soup.The crooked-nosed guy blinked.Then another cadet laughed. Just one, sharp laugh that sounded like it escaped before he could stop it.It was one of the males she'd shared her chicken with.Then two more. And soon, the table shook with snorts and restrained laughter.Elowyn blinked, stunned. The flush in her ears burned hot. But she didn’t retreat.She smirked. “I mean, no o

The door creaked open.Elowyn sat frozen on the floor, legs sprawled beneath her, robe clutched close. Her eyes darted to the two figures that entered. Azpen, scanning the room with a strange calm, and Baron, arms folded and brow low.They paused at the sight of her on the ground.Azpen was the first to speak.“You good?”“What happened?” Baron asked this time his voice oddly calm.Elowyn scrambled upright, trying to fix her robe extra tight, her face flushed.“I—I was.... I slipped.”Azpen narrowed his gaze. His eyes trailed across the open drawer, the disheveled vanity, the tossed blanket. Something wasn’t adding up.“You been in our rooms?”“No!” Elowyn cried out but it sounded too fast.Her voice cracked.Baron raised a brow, his gaze hardening. Azpen said nothing, but his silence was loud.“Not even Azpen’s? With all that clatter we heard? Your room is scattered. Why?” Baron asked.Elowyn was really fumbling and trying to look like she was speaking the truth.“I... I was looking

Elowyn hadn’t heard Baron Ortega speak to her in days.Not a side-eye insult. Not a grunt of disapproval. Not a rough push to get her out of his way. Not even one of his famed, soul-pinching glares. Just.... nothing.At first, she thought he was plotting something again. Then she thought he was sick. Then she wondered if he knew. If he’d found her flask the other night. If he could smell the lies clinging to her.By Sunday, it was itching at her chest. She needed to do something so she warmed up.They were leaving the morning stretch drills. She saw him ahead, shrugging on his jacket with Azpen, ready to leave her presence again.She jogged a few steps to close the space.“Alpha Baron—are you.... alright?”He turned. Looked at her like she’d asked if the sky was blue.“I’m fine. You?”His tone was neutral. Almost polite. It shook her more than if he’d growled in her face.“....I’m okay,” she said softly.Baron nodded once and walked off, Azpen giving her a small lingering glance befor

28 Dear Reader,From the bottom of my heart—thank you for diving into Alpha's Scented Room. Every chapter you read, every moment you feel alongside Elowyn, means the world to me.This story is more than just survival and secrets—it's about fighting back when the world tells you to stay small. And if you've made it this far, you’re a part of that fight too.If Elowyn’s journey moved you, shocked you, made you smile or scream or cry—please tap that react and #vote# button. You can also leave a comment about whatever you think or feel. Your reactions don’t just encourage me—they help this story reach others who need it too.There’s still so much to come....and I can’t wait to take you there.With all my love,AuthorVianelli.Stay right here.Chapter Twenty Eight - Grey Day Elowyn’s steps wobbled as she left the infirmary with Riven holding her. Her side screamed. Her thigh throbbed and she continued to surreptitiously glance at Riven.The satchel of prescribed patches and bitter tablets

Elowyn put the balms to work and went about getting ready. She was limping but she felt better than last night.She adjusted her uniform with trembling hands, her limbs still sore from the brutal beatings days ago. She gritted her teeth, pulling her boots on one at a time, suppressing a wince as pain screamed up her thigh.The dorm was still and thick with silence. Baron sat on the edge of his bed with a towel slung around his neck, watching her through his wide open door from beneath long, dark lashes. Azpen stood near the doorway, sipping from a steel flask of warm whatnot.She gave them a shallow bow — barely meeting their eyes — then limped out of the room like a ghost.Baron’s eyes narrowed as he caught the stiffness in her gait.“Did you see that?” he muttered.Azpen blinked and giggled. “Yeah. Limping. Like a gazelle."“He didn’t say a word,” Azpen later added.“Let's see.” Baron said.★★★★★★The whistle blew, and cadets burst into movement across the wide, open field. Elowyn