All Chapters of His Untouchable Omega: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The wind screamed through the trees, biting into Lyra’s face like a thousand tiny knives. Every breath felt like swallowing crushed ice. She didn't stop. She couldn't. Behind her, the warm glow of the cabin was shrinking, becoming nothing more than a golden speck against the suffocating blackness of the mountains.Her boots sank deep into the snow with every step. Her lungs burned, and her stomach felt tight. "Just a little further," she whispered to the baby, her voice lost in the roar of the storm. "We’re going to be okay. I won't let them take you."She could hear Rowan shouting her name. His voice was deep and powerful, cutting through the wind. He was fast, and he was a tracker. He knew how she moved. He knew how she breathed. But he didn't know the fire that was currently melting the fear in her heart.Lyra reached a steep ridge where the trees grew thick and gnarled. Her hands were numb, but she gripped the bark of a pine tree to pull herself upward. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot

The air in the cave grew heavy. The sweet smell of lilies was replaced by the sharp, metallic scent of rain and woodsmoke. Lyra didn't need to look at the entrance to know who was there. Her collarbone burned, the mark under her skin pulsing like a trapped bird.Rowan stepped into the light of the fire. He looked like a man who had walked through hell. His clothes were torn, his knuckles were bloody, and a thin line of frost covered his eyelashes. He stopped dead when he saw the massive wolf, Fen, bowing before Lyra. Then he looked at Hestia, and finally, his gaze landed on Lyra."Lyra," he breathed. He took a step forward, but Fen let out a roar that made the stone walls vibrate. The wolf’s fur stood on end, his blue eyes flashing with a warning."Don't come any closer, Rowan," Lyra said. She stood tall, her

The morning after the battle, the mountains were eerily still. The snow had stopped falling, leaving Blackwood Vale draped in a thick, white blanket that muffled every sound. Inside the cave, the air was warm and smelled of the herbal tea Hestia was brewing.Lyra stood at the mouth of the cave, her silver armor reflecting the pale morning light. She watched the horizon, waiting for the next sign of Julian’s greed. Her body felt different today. The exhaustion from using her power had passed, replaced by a steady, humming strength. It was as if the mountain itself were feeding her energy."You’re thinking about the next fight," a deep voice said behind her.Lyra turned to see Rowan. He had spent the night sharpening his sword and checking the perimeter. He looked tired, with dark circles under his gold ey

The large helicopter touched down with a heavy thud, its blades kicking up a storm of snow and dirt. The wind Lyra had called was fading now, leaving the clearing in a tense, freezing silence. The mercenaries who hadn't run away were on their knees, still shaken by the power of the mountain.Julian Cross stepped out of the helicopter first. Even here, in the wild dirt of the peaks, he looked like he belonged in a boardroom. His platinum blond hair was perfectly in place, and his ice-blue eyes were fixed on Lyra with a terrifying hunger. Following him was Elder Malrec, whose silver robes flowed behind him like a funeral shroud."Look at you," Julian said, his voice smooth and cold. He walked forward until he was just a few feet away from the edge of the gorge. "Wearing silver scales and playing with wolves. You always did have a vivid imagination, Lyra. But the

The air felt different now. The heavy, dark weight of Malrec’s magic had vanished, replaced by a clean, sharp energy that made the snow sparkle. Rowan stood tall, his new silver tattoos pulsing in rhythm with Lyra’s heart. He looked like a god of war, and for the first time, Julian Cross looked truly afraid."Impossible," Malrec whispered, his face pale as he scrambled backward in the snow. "No one breaks a Council binding. That magic is centuries old!""The Council is old," Lyra said, her voice steady and calm. "But the mountain is older. And my blood does not take orders from men in robes."Julian pulled a small, silver remote from his pocket, his thumb hovering over a red button. "You think you’ve won because you saved your pet assassin? I have three more helicopters full of men waiting just ove