บททั้งหมดของ PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

She blinked.Then again.Baron and Riven and Lucian.In the same unit.In the same cursed dormitory wing.She stared at the names one by one for reconfirmations but it wouldn't change.Her pulse thundered. She didn't know if it was dread, or something more dangerous.Behind her, Riven whistled low.“Well, this will be cozy.”Elowyn didn’t mean to ask.She truly didn’t. Not with the entire dormitory humming with tension, and not with Riven only just returning from wherever he had disappeared to for a day and a half. But the words slipped out, quiet and almost careless.“Where’d you go?”Riven raised a brow, amused, but not smug. “A short private assessment,” he replied. “North Wing. Steep stairs. Grumpy old instructor. You didn’t miss much.”Elowyn nodded slowly. She tried to look uninterested—tried.But she was still watching him.He was paler than before, like he hadn’t slept, though his usual mischief still flickered behind his eyes. There was a scratch down the side of his neck, mo

The man jerked once, eyes wide, then crumpled over the table’s edge. Blood pattered against the map like sudden rain.No one moved to catch him.Sergius slid the smoking pistol back into its holster, his voice as even as if he’d been discussing the weather. “We don’t use prison trash. The King will smell the lie. Don't confuse me.”Silence swallowed the room, broken only by the scrape of a chair leg as someone shifted uneasily.Sergius looked up, meeting each pair of eyes in turn. “We use one of ours. A soldier the King knows. A name he’ll remember.”From the corner, Haspan finally spoke, his tone almost approving. “That will sting.”Sergius’ mouth curved — not in a smile, but something colder.“Then let’s make it sting deep, my lord.”★★★★★★Baron’s quarters were too still for sleep.He had stripped down to his shirt, thrown himself across the bed, and closed his eyes more times than he could count, but each time the darkness took him, she was there.Brown hair — long, loose, drifti

“It’s all right, Alpha Baron.” she said, forcing her voice steady. “Please… let the Alpha speak.”Baron’s eyes snapped to hers—sharp, questioning. Something in them burned, but he said nothing.He stepped back slowly, his jaw tight, reins snapping taut in his grip.If the gesture was meant to be deferential, it wasn’t.Every line of his body screamed indignant.Haspan moved into the space without hesitation, the air carrying his scent forward in a heavy wave. He loomed close enough that Elowyn could see the faint white scar along his jaw.Haspan didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He leaned in, eyes raking over Elowyn with a slow, assessing cruelty, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile that wasn’t a smile at all.Then, without looking at her, he turned his head toward the instructors.“Tell me,” he said, his voice carrying easily over the gathered students, “are none of you concerned that the cadet looks… unwell?”A murmur rippled through the line.One instructor shifted unc

This was no knock-and-ask visit.The door rattled hard under the first blow.The second kick sent it slamming inward, splinters skipping across the floor.Four soldiers filled the frame, their armor still dusty from the ride. No greetings, no orders read aloud—just the sharp-eyed hunger of men told to bring someone back by any means.“Mama Mariah,” the one in front barked, voice already brimming with Sergius’s temper. “You’re coming with us. Now.”She didn’t move from behind her worktable. Her hands rested flat on the wood, thumbs stroking the grain as though calming it.“I told your master before,” she said, voice low, “I don’t owe him my service.”The soldier’s jaw flexed. “You’re going to regret saying that.”From the side door, Old Wrenlow stepped into view—her back bent, her walking stick little more than a polished branch, but her eyes sharp as cut glass. “You heard her,” she said, planting the stick on the floor with a solid thud. “Leave this household.”The soldiers hesitated

The call for arrangements in Hollow Six had come like a drumbeat, echoing down the narrow corridors.One by one, cadets filed into the mammoth common room where a tall senior stood waiting, scroll in hand.Senior Caelan Volke.A wave of nostalgia swept Elowyn and her subconscious held onto the first day she'd gathered with the cadets.She looked behind her and there Riven Thorney's blue eyes were. Staring.But not judging this time.Still yet, that didn't quench the surge of deja vu and discomfort that sh needed to hide.Caelan Volke's sharp voice cut through the silence, jolting Elowyn back to reality.He read out the rules in a clipped voice, each one sharper than the last.“Wolves are allowed to change,” he announced, and several cadets exchanged tense glances.“There will be night classes. Attendance is not optional. Extreme trainings.”Finally, his tone turned colder. “Tests will be written in your assigned bedrooms tonight. The questions will be different for each cadet. Write i