All Chapters of His Untouchable Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Leo, stop! If you do this, you aren't a masterpiece, you're just a battery in a different cage!" I choked out, clawing at the hand he had pressed against my throat. We were hurtling through the stratosphere on the back of the Living Citadel, the air freezing and thin, while the boy I had tried to save looked at me with the eyes of a calculating god."You don't get it, Mother," Leo whispered, his smile chillingly vacant. "There is no 'save.' There is only integration. Julian didn't build me to be his son. He built me to be the bridge. And now, I’m bringing the High Elder home."Below us, the "blue" shadow that had been Rowan pulsed within the Citadel’s translucent veins. He was no longer a man; he was the Operating System, his hazel eyes flickering behind a waterfall of binary. Every time he screamed a soundless, digital vibration the entire mountai

"Drop the child, Lyra! He’s not yours anymore, he’s a Trojan horse!" Leo screamed, his voice breaking as he scrambled across the treacherous, sinking sand toward me."He’s my son!" I yelled back, though my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I was waist-deep in the liquefying black shore, the infant in my arms becoming impossibly heavy.The infant’s tiny hand, now a gnarled, grey-skinned claw, tightened on the collar of my dress. I felt the heat of the red mark on his forehead searing into my skin, a brand of ownership that bypassed my senses and went straight to my soul."The boy is just the flesh, Mother," Leo panted, stopping five feet away as the "Neutral Pack" soldiers began to emerge from the surf, their weapons humming with high-frequency suppressants. "The High El

"Give him back, you golden parasite!" I screamed, the sound tearing through my throat like jagged glass. I tried to lung forward, but my leg was a dead weight of blackened veins and icy poison. I collapsed into the freezing slush of the seabed, my fingers scraping against the barnacles of a drowned world.The Ancient the woman with suns for eyes didn't even turn. She walked into the pillar of golden light, my son’s small body cradled in her translucent arms. "He was never yours, Lyra. He was an investment. A harvest of the rarest genetic strain in the sector. You were merely the soil.""I am his mother!" I roared, the Sovereign fire in my chest flickering one last time, fueled by a mother’s desperate, jagged rage."Motherhood is a biological chemical reaction designed to ensure the survival of the offspr

"The journal is gone, Mother. I burned it in the salt spray," I lied, my voice steady despite the way my heart hammered against my ribs. I stepped back, my heels clicking on the obsidian floor as the vault groaned under the pressure of the Atlantic.My mother’s face didn't crumple into rage; it smoothed into a terrifying, knowing smile. "You always were a terrible liar, Lyra. You inherited your father’s eyes but none of his poker face. The final page is in the lining of your boot. Hand it over, or I let the pressure equalize. You know what ten thousand tons of water does to a human lung?""I'd rather implode than give you another weapon to cage us with," I spat.Behind her, the massive amber tank containing my son began to hiss. The word VOID, writt

"Drop the knife, Lyra. You’re shaking so hard you’re likely to cut your own throat before you touch mine."The voice was sandpaper on silk, coming from the shadows of a towering fern that looked like it belonged in a prehistoric fever dream. I didn't drop the blade. I tightened my grip on the jagged obsidian shard, my knuckles white, my skin still stinging from the transition."Where is he, Rowan? Where is my son?" I demanded, my voice cracking as I scanned the emerald horizon.We weren't in the Iron Bank. We weren't even under the Atlantic. We were standing in a sprawling jungle beneath two bloated, violet moons that hung in the sky like bruised fruit. The air was thick with the scent of crushed mint and ozone.Rowan stepped into the moonlight. He looked hum