Todos os capítulos de The Omega Who Should Not Exist : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“Move faster, runt!” Marcus shouted as the bucket hit Aeris in the chest. Cold water soaked through his thin shirt, but Aeris didn’t move. One wrong step meant more pain. He stayed still, trying not to show any reaction. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Marcus kicked the bucket away, angry. “Fill it again. Don’t spill this time.” A sharp stab in his side made Aeris bend over. Someone had kicked him there before. He couldn’t remember when. Everything hurt all the time now. Slowly, step by step, he walked to the well. Quiet. Small. Like he wanted to disappear. The well stood in the yard’s middle. The sun touched the ground but never him. Darkness seemed to cling to Aeris. He dropped the bucket into the well and pulled the rope carefully. Water spilled from his shaking hands. “Useless.” Kael’s voice came from behind. Aeris didn’t look, but he knew the boy,the Beta’s son,strong and hated by many. Kael stepped in front of him, surrounded by fighters. “My dad says you’re a cur

Aeris woke with a sharp gasp. Softness surrounded him,a real bed, warm blankets. The air smelled fresh, like pine and wood smoke. This wasn’t the cold shed anymore. He sat up quickly. His heart beat fast. “Don’t move.” The voice came from the shadows, low and firm. Killian stepped into the light by the window. He looked taller, stronger here. His eyes still glowed with that strange light. “Where am I?” Aeris’s voice was rough. “My safehouse, deep in my land.” Aeris looked around. Stone walls, fire crackling in a hearth, animal skins on the walls. This was a strong man’s home. “How long was I out?” “Six hours.” Killian came closer, slow and careful. “You collapsed. You were nearly dead.” Six hours. Aeris touched his face. The swelling was gone. His lip was healed. “You healed me.” “Not me. The bond did.” That impossible bond. “You should hate me,” Aeris said softly. “You don’t want someone like me.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” “I’m cursed. I bring r

“We can’t stay here.” Killian helped Aeris to his feet. The hunters lay dead nearby, still and silent. “Where are we going?” Aeris’s legs trembled. The glow under his skin was gone, but he could still feel something waiting inside him. “Somewhere safer. Where the Council’s hunters won’t find us.” Killian wrapped an arm around Aeris’s waist to steady him. “Can you walk?” “I think so.” “Good. We move fast.” They ran through the trees. Aeris was slow, but Killian never left his side or loosened his grip. The bond between them hummed,a steady, second heartbeat. At last, the trees opened into a clearing filled with ruins. Old stone pillars wrapped in vines. Crumbling walls. A broken archway leading nowhere. “What is this place?” Aeris whispered. “An ancient temple. Older than packs, older than territories.” Killian guided him under the arch. “The magic here hides us. It blocks tracking spells.” Inside, it was less ruined. Part of the roof still stood. Moonlight shone

Pain woke Aeris. Not the old familiar ache. This was sharper,flames racing up his arms, burning deep inside. He tried to shift but couldn’t. His arms were pinned down. His legs too. “What” His voice cracked, rough and weak. “Don’t struggle.” Killian’s voice, close. But Aeris couldn’t see him. He forced his eyes open. The world blurred, then sharpened. He lay on the dirt amid temple ruins. Glowing marks traced his skin like fiery chains, holding him tight. “Killian?” Panic rose in his throat. “What’s happening?” “The marks appeared after you passed out.” Killian knelt beside him, face pale and tired. “They trapped you. I can’t break them.” Aeris pulled against them. The marks flared brighter. Pain ripped through his chest. He stopped, gasping. “I told you,” Killian said. His hand hovered near Aeris’s face, afraid to touch. “Every move makes it worse.” “Why are they here?” “Someone triggered them from afar. To wake you. To keep you conscious for what’s next

“My name is Moira.”She stood over them, calm and watchful. Like they were bugs under glass.“I don’t care about your name.” Killian pushed himself up. His chest had healed, but he looked drained. Weak. “What do you want with him?”“Always so aggressive.” Moira’s smile never reached her eyes. “Just like your ancestors. The Blackthorn line was always… intense.”“You knew my family?”“I knew everyone’s family. I’ve lived eight hundred years.” She tucked a silver strand of hair behind her ear. “Watching. Waiting. For this.”Aeris helped Killian stand. “Eight hundred years? That’s impossible.”“So is a scentless omega. Yet here you are.” Moira’s gaze locked on Aeris. Sharp. Weighing him. “The curse that binds all shifters keeps me alive. When it breaks…” She shrugged. “I’d rather not find out.”“Then why help break it?” Killian snapped.“There are two ways to end a curse this strong.” Moira held up one finger. “The violent way—your prophecy. Chaos. No control. It rips the wolf from every