All Chapters of PRETENDER: Alpha's Forbidden Omega : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sergius sat close, voice smooth, as though coaxing a nervous bird."All will be well, my Ariya," he murmured, his tone measured, practiced. His hand brushed over hers lightly, not pressing, not holding. The touch was cold in its restraint — like a man performing duty, not desire."You can trust me. Speak to me. Tell me what weighs you."But his words barely reached her. Her mind slipped, unmoored, drifting backward—It wasn’t Sergius’s face she saw.It was him.Her prince. Her brown-eyed angel.She remembered the heat of his breath when he leaned close, the way his mouth had trembled against her throat as if he couldn’t bear another heartbeat without tasting her. His voice had been ragged, almost breaking: “They cannot take you from me. I’ll find you, always.”His hands had not been hesitant, not duty-bound. They had roamed her waist, her back, pulling her in until her spine arched to meet him. Every brush of his lips had been desperate, reverent, like worship, like drowning in he

Elowyn tightened her shirt at the throat and pulled the door wider, her lashes still heavy from restless sleep.Riven stood waiting, hands loose at his sides, posture casual but eyes steady in a way that made her uneasy.“You still… like our trainings?” he asked, his voice low, as though he feared the walls might overhear.Elowyn’s heart kicked.Of course she did—needed it, more than ever.In this world of wolves and blades, survival had no patience for hesitation. She gave a quick nod.“Yes.”That single word was enough.The two of them slipped quietly out of the dormitory, boots whispering over stone until they emerged onto the open fields.The air was brisk, pale with mist, and the sound of grunts and boots striking earth carried faintly. Surprisingly, a handful of cadets were already awake, running sprints, hoisting weights, their cheeks streaked with the faint gleam of healing patches.Elowyn remembered last night.The academy wasted no time in stitching broken cadets back togeth

His hand, still stained with the soldier's sweat, began to tremble. First a shiver, then a full shake that rattled through his frame. His breath rasped. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping into his beard.A low sound broke from his throat-half growl, half laugh.He staggered toward the table where a crystal vial gleamed faintly gold in the firelight. His eyes locked onto it, wild, desperate. His lips twisted back, and the laugh rose higher, cracking into giggles."Mine... mine, mine, mine..." he whispered, clutching at the edge of the table. His shoulders jerked as though some invisible hand toyed with his body. "She cannot hide... not from me. Not forever."The giggles slipped into full laughter, shaking and hollow. He pressed a hand to his chest, as if to still the riot inside, but his body betrayed him-sweating, trembling, consumed by a hunger only the girl could answer.He collapsed into the great chair, eyes fixed on the ceiling as though he could already see Elowyn

The training yard was empty now, its floor churned with footprints and some bloodstains not yet disappeared from last night. Torches guttered along the walls, throwing ragged shadows that stretched across the abandoned arena.Truett leaned against the stone pillar, his lip curled in a sneer. Beside him, Bowen spat into the dirt, while Yandros shifted, restless, his eyes flicking toward the barracks where the others had long since disappeared."Do you ever think about it, Alpha Billion?" Truett said, voice low, almost casual. "About Aramis? How quick his neck went, under Baron's throw? All because of that scrawny little bastard ghost-boy, Elyan."Bowen's jaw tightened. "Baron had no right. He should've let Speare tear the scrawny demon apart. Instead, he made it worse-defending him like he matters." His voice dipped to a growl. "Like a scentless runt deserves that kind of protection."Yandros let out a dark laugh. "Protection? Baron won't lift a finger for him again. Not after what i

Kaidan's expression softened again, the haunted edge retreating as though he'd folded it away. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing in a more thoughtful, almost curious way."You say this Mia is your friend," he said. "What does she look like?"Elowyn froze for half a heartbeat, pulse spiking. His voice was calm, harmless on the surface-but the question sliced sharp beneath it.Her fingers tightened over the parchment, knuckles pale. The first image that rose-Mia's dark hair, her quiet laugh, the way she hugged too tightly when afraid-was one she shoved down, smothering it beneath a lie."She's..." Elowyn forced a quick smile, her voice light, careless. "Pale. Very pale. Blond hair, long, always falling into her eyes. Big eyes, clever ones. She was quick with her wit, sharper than me by far." She laughed softly, too fast. "The only one who ever accepted me."Her throat tightened, but she pressed on, weaving the falsehood steady. "She's a beta. Her father-" Elowyn's mind seized on the sa