All Chapters of PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"And he fixed that with magic. Changed my scent, so I could stand in his court without being spat on." She looked away, her voice dropping lower. "But no matter what he changes, he can't change the truth of what I was born."Mariabeth tilted her head, studying Lisa with those too-perceptive eyes that always seemed to strip away titles and crowns."Then why," she asked softly, "do you still try to make him proud if he hates what you were?"The question struck Lisa like a thrown blade-quick, silent, impossible to dodge.Maevya, fidgeting with the stones, mumbled, "Maybe because if you stop trying, it means he is right. And if he is... we all lose this argument."Lisa's throat tightened. She wanted to tell them they were wrong, that she didn't care what Ortiz Ortega thought of her anymore-but the words caught like thorns.Instead, she forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes."You two are far too clever for your own safety," she said, squeezing their hands. "But promise me somethi

Her fake name was ripped through the dark, half a snarl, half a triumph.She forced her legs to move faster. Just a few strides more, just a few-Her knee buckled.The world tilted. She hit the earth hard, palms scraping raw against gravel, the impact shuddering through her bones.Pain bit deep, and for one agonizing moment she couldn't breathe.The torch burned steady, so close she could almost feel its heat on her face. Yet the gates stretched before her like a wall of teeth, unreachable.Behind her, the ground trembled with the pounding of boots.The Seekers were closing in.Her body screamed at her to rise, but it wasn't only her body anymore. Something darker stirred inside, something she'd tried to bury.A pulse.A claw.A growl too deep to be human rasped against her throat.Her pupils blew wide, catching the moonlight in a strange silver gleam.She could hear everything-the cadence of footfalls, the crackle of leaves bending under weight, the faint hiss of breath from the near

The bond slammed through her like a blade of fire.Her wolf recoiled, then surged, claws against the inside of her skin.Her knees threatened to buckle as her breath hitched, trembling against him.No-no, not here, not him, fight it, fight it.Baron turned, his eyes narrowing, confused.She could see the questions flicker there-why this cadet, why did his skin prickle like this, why did the air seem to thicken around them?She yanked herself back, ripping her hand free as if burned. She shook all over, refusing to look his way again, refusing to give herself away.Her body screamed to stay, to hold on, but she twisted hard, stumbling backward, and bolted away into the chaos.She didn't make it far.Cadets crashed into her, blind and frenzied, shoving her down to her knees.Growls split the air, claws flashing.She gasped, fighting to push herself up again when a cold shadow loomed.Lucian Speare.He didn't hesitate. His palm cracked hard across her cheek, the slap ringing sharp even o

He hesitated a moment longer, teeth grinding, before the words ripped from him:“I’ll retire him myself.”The words came rough, betraying the fear he tried to mask as command.Riven stopped.He looked at Baron, eyes narrowing, but Baron didn’t back down. For a moment, the air between them was thick, silent, dangerous.Then, with a slow exhale, Riven handed her over and gave a small, curt bow.Baron slid his arms beneath Elyan with practiced care, drawing him close against his chest. The weight of him, fragile and warm, steadied him and unstrung him all at once.Whispers rose louder around them, cadets trading sharp glances.But Baron barely noticed. His gaze stayed fixed on Elyan’s face, searching for any sign of life.You’re fine. You have to be.He turned, jaw set, carrying her toward the apartment building—yet every step felt like he was walking through fire.★★★★★★Baron stood over her, his shadow stretching long across the cot.Elowyn’s breaths came soft, shallow, her lashes tre

He hesitated a moment longer, teeth grinding, before the words ripped from him:“I’ll retire him myself.”The words came rough, betraying the fear he tried to mask as command.Riven stopped.He looked at Baron, eyes narrowing, but Baron didn’t back down. For a moment, the air between them was thick, silent, dangerous.Then, with a slow exhale, Riven handed her over and gave a small, curt bow.Baron slid his arms beneath Elyan with practiced care, drawing him close against his chest. The weight of him, fragile and warm, steadied him and unstrung him all at once.Whispers rose louder around them, cadets trading sharp glances.But Baron barely noticed. His gaze stayed fixed on Elyan’s face, searching for any sign of life.You’re fine. You have to be.He turned, jaw set, carrying her toward the apartment building—yet every step felt like he was walking through fire.★★★★★★Baron stood over her, his shadow stretching long across the cot.Elowyn’s breaths came soft, shallow, her lashes tre