All Chapters of The Omega's Promise : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DEXTERAI cursed under my breath and snapped my head away, mortified at myself after staring long enough to inscribe the details of his two hundred and seventy bone in the depth of my mind.Good goddess, what the hell did I just walk into?“Staring like that, do you want it in you?” Thor's cold voice snapped me out of my frozen state.Terrified, I raised my gaze to his face, and I could swear his blue eyes held a mocking glint. Is he planning something? Some sort of punishment? Is he planning to behead me? No! I need to live. I've not had my revenge on the whole of Bisclaveret for what they did to me yet.Flashes of the young maid who was reported to have been beheaded by Thor on the day I arrived the servant's wing filled my mind and the thought that I would be next in the next few seconds scared me out of my wits.Not yet. I can't leave the world just yet.“Great Alpha, please spare my life. I didn't mean to.” I threw myself on my knees, lowered my head almost touching his feet, ple

DEXTERADeucalion realized I wouldn't say a word and let me be. Heaving a frustrated sigh, he huffed at my stubbornness.“Since you won’t talk,” he uttered in a clipped tone, “go prepare two cups of civet coffee.”He turned swiftly on his heel, heading toward Thor’s room without sparing me another glance. On instinct, my hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.“What are you going to do?” I asked. Was I scared for him? How foolish! He's been Thor's Beta for decades before they knew someone like me existed. He stopped, stiffening slightly beneath my touch. For a moment, he didn’t answer. He just looked at me.The kind of look that made my chest tighten unexpectedly.There was something in his gaze—curiosity, maybe. Disappointment. It was a flicker of something deeper I couldn’t place.I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed that I was prying, or if he was silently dissecting my reaction, judging me for not giving him the supposed response he wanted earlier.Then his gaze dropped to my fingers s

THORI returned to sitting but Freya asked Dextera to bring her a chair. A part of me wanted to excuse her, but Aero wanted her close to us in that state she was. Sad and in tears.Wordlessly, Dextera did as instructed, dragging a chair from a distance closer to Freya with trembling hands. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor was the only thing filling the tense silence.I picked up my coffee again which was now cold. Normally, I wouldn’t take anything that wasn’t to my precise taste. I was particular about that and everyone knew. Yet, I sipped it anyway. Not because I suddenly liked cold coffee, but because I couldn’t afford to stress Dextera anymore that day.Deucalion, too, quietly drank his share, without complaint.After a couple sips, I set the cup down, my gaze sliding to Freya.“So,” I drawled, resting my elbow on the table. “What brought you here? I'm very sure you didn’t come all this way just to taunt my maid.” She tilted her head, a coy smile tugging at her l

DEXTERAI was dragged to the lower dungeons just like Thor ordered. The clang of the iron bars echoed long after the guards had gone. I did a brief mental note of where I was and what the cell looked like. The cell smelled of rust, sweat, and something rotten I couldn’t quite place filled the air. Damp stone walls boxed us in with no windows and no breeze. It was just a suffocating pit of misery.There were other women there. About four of them. They looked dirty and ragged, their bones pressing against thin, filthy skin. Their hair was matted and their bodies were frail, but their eyes....gods, their eyes were alive and wild. Crowning it all, they looked starved with more than just food.While I occupied a small corner in the cell, I felt their gazes on me. They stared at me intensely like I was fresh meat tossed into a den of wolves.“Who’s the pretty new thing?” one of them crooned, her voice hoarse, like gravel scraping against metal.Another sauntered toward me with a twisted gr

THOR Returning to the hospital ward, I found Freya sitting up, unusually composed for someone who’d supposedly been on the brink of death.The physician was still with her, scribbling on his clipboard but he looked skeptical.“I’m sorry to say this, but you shouldn't have reacted that way since the allergy didn’t trigger a dire response. From the looks of it, you didn't ingest much hazel spice,” he was saying, lowering his voice. “You already healed. Why did you collapse like that? You made everyone worried.” Freya twirled a strand of her hair, feigning innocence but not bothering to mask the mischief in her eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe I was being dramatic.”The doctor’s brows pinched together. “Freya, I don't think this will be good if the Alpha finds out.”“Do you plan telling him?” she asked.The doctor sighed, disengaging his gaze from hers.“It shouldn't take long before he finds out even if I don't tell him now. I...”“Enough, doctor.” I cut him off as I stepped in fully, glar