Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE PAKHAN'S STOLEN OMEGA: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Anya woke up burning.Not fever. Not illness. Something else. Something deeper. Her skin hypersensitive to the sheets. Her body temperature spiking. The need—god, the need, pooling low in her belly, demanding. Insistent.She knew what it was. Had read about it. Been warned about it. But reading and experiencing were very different things.Heat. Her first real heat. The one the suppressants had delayed for years. The one the incomplete bond had been holding at bay.Now biology was done waiting.She stumbled out of bed. The room spun. Her legs weak. Everything felt wrong, too hot, too tight, too much."Fuck," she breathed. Trying to reach the bathroom. Trying to think through the fog of need.The bond pulled. Hard. Demanding she find her mate. Find Dimitri. Let him...No. Not yet. She wasn't ready. Wasn't prepared for what heat meant. What it would make her do. Make her need.She made it to the bathroom. Splashed cold water on her face. It helped. For about ten seconds.Then the heat ro

The heat hit critical at 3 AM.Anya woke screaming. Not from nightmare. From pain. The heat no longer building, exploding. Consuming. Every nerve ending on fire. Every muscle cramping. Need so overwhelming it erased thought. Erased everything except desperate biological imperative.She needed. Needed her alpha. Needed relief. Needed..The door burst open. Not Dimitri. Nikolai."Anya? What's wrong? What..." He stopped. Eyes widening. "Fuck. Your heat. It's peaked."She couldn't answer. Could only curl into herself. Whimpering. The pain beyond anything she'd experienced. Beyond torture. Beyond injury. This was biological warfare against her own body."Where's Dimitri?" Nikolai demanded into his comm. "She needs him. Now."Static. Then Alexei's voice: "He's thirty minutes out. Security issue. Perimeter breach. False alarm but he had to check.""She doesn't have thirty minutes. She's..." Nikolai looked at Anya. At the way she shook. The way tears streamed down her face. The way she could

Dimitri told himself he wasn't jealous.He'd told Anya the truth, he was grateful Nikolai had helped. Grateful his brother had been there when he couldn't be. Grateful Anya had survived.But.There was a but. Small. Irrational. Buried deep where the mate bond couldn't quite reach it.He watched Anya and Nikolai at breakfast. The easy way they interacted now. The comfortable silences. The inside jokes that had developed during those three hours when Nikolai had been the one taking care of her.The way she smiled at him. Relaxed. Trusting. The same way she smiled at Dimitri but, different somehow. Special in a way that made something in Dimitri's chest tighten."You're staring," Alexei said quietly. Sitting beside him. "Also brooding. Staring and brooding. Not a good look.""I'm not brooding.""You're definitely brooding. What's wrong?""Nothing.""Liar." Alexei followed his gaze. To Anya and Nikolai laughing about something. "Ah. The jealousy.""I'm not jealous.""You're absolutely jea

The training room smelled like sweat and testosterone.Anya stood in the center, facing six Volkov enforcers. Big men. Alphas all. Looking at her with barely concealed skepticism."This is the Luna?" one of them, Viktor, built like a tank, said. Not quite under his breath. "She looks like she'd break in half.""Looks can be deceiving," Dimitri said from the doorway. Arms crossed. Watching. "Why don't you test that theory, Viktor?"Viktor grinned. Feral. "With pleasure, Pakhan."He stepped onto the mat. Anya sized him up. Six-four. Maybe 240. Combat training, military, from his stance. Confident. Maybe overconfident.Good. Overconfidence she could use."Rules?" she asked."No permanent damage. No hits to the face... Pakhan would kill me. Everything else is fair game." Viktor cracked his knuckles. "Ready, little omega?"She didn't answer. Just moved.Fast. Faster than he expected. Inside his guard before he could react. Swept his leg. Used his weight against him. He went down hard, and

Baba Konstantine appeared three days after the attack.No warning. No phone call. Just, there. Standing in the cabin living room like she'd always been there. Like physics and locked doors were suggestions rather than rules."The girl," the witch said without preamble. "She is unwell."Anya jumped. Hand going to where her gun should be, except she'd left it upstairs. "How did you get in?""I walk where I please, little Luna. Doors are for people who cannot see sideways through the world." Baba Konstantine moved closer. Studying Anya with eyes too old, too knowing. "The magic. It has consequences. Always consequences. I came to check.""Check what?""If the price was worth paying. If my spell did what was needed. If..." She stopped. Tilted her head. "The sister. She attacked you. I smell the violence. See the echoes of fear.""How could you possibly...""I am old, girl. Old enough to see things invisible to young eyes. Old enough to know magic leaves marks. Scars on souls." The witch m