Todos los capítulos de The Omega's Promise : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

DEXTERA I 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 seventieth 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 couldn't leave the world just yet. “Great Alpha, please spare my life. I didn't mean to.” I threw myself on my knees, and lowered my head almost touchi

DEXTERA Deucalion seemed to realize I wasn't going to tell him anything. After a long look that lingered on my face, he let out a quiet sigh and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Since you won't talk," he said at last, his tone clipped but no longer pressing, "go prepare two cups of civet coffee." Without waiting for my response, he turned toward the Alpha's room. Before I could think better of it, my hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist. "What are you going to do?" I asked. The question left my mouth before I could stop it. Was I... worried about him? Ridiculous. He had served Alpha Thor faithfully for decades. If anyone knew how to handle the Alpha, it was him. Deucalion stopped. His body stiffened ever so slightly beneath my touch. Slowly, he looked down at my hand before lifting his gaze to mine. An unfamiliar expression crossed his face. It wasn’t annoyance, and it wasn’t quite surprise either. Whatever it was disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared, rep

THOR I returned to my seat while Freya asked Dextera to bring her a chair. A part of me wanted to excuse the girl, to tell Freya to fetch one herself, but Aero wouldn't have it. He wanted Dextera close. Even now, with tears still clinging to her lashes and her shoulders trembling, he refused to let her leave. Without saying a word, Dextera obeyed, dragging a chair from the far end of the room. The scraping of wood against the polished floor echoed through the tense silence as she placed it beside Freya then stepped back. I reached for my coffee and it had gone cold. Ordinarily, I would've had it replaced without a second thought. Everyone kitchen staff of mine knew how particular I was about the temperature of my food and drinks. Today, however, I merely stared at the cup for a brief moment before taking a slow sip. It tasted awful. Replacing it meant sending Dextera back to the kitchen again, and for reasons I refused to dwell on, I wasn't in the mood to create another scene. A

DEXTERA I was dragged to the lower dungeons just like Thor ordered. The clang of the iron bars echoed long after the guards had gone. I made 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 gaze 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 twist

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 with her, scribbling on his clipboard, though he looked skeptical. Just before I entered, their conversation caught my attention and I stopped. “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 said, 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 end well if the Alpha finds out.” “Do you plan on telling him?” she asked. The doctor sighed, looking away. “It shouldn't take long before he finds out even if I don't tell him now. I...