Todos los capítulos de The Omega's Promise : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

DEXTERAI returned to the mansion, only to hear the worst news of my life. Right from the entrance, several stares wouldn't stop trailing after me. Some were filled with pity, worry, wickedness, and others, satisfaction.What was going on? The mere thought of finding myself in any kind of trouble without my knowledge scared me. Ever since I arrived Woodhound, I never had it easy. It was one bad incident after another —one that rendered me bloodied and almost crippled.What was it again this time? Could it be that someone found out about my forbidden inquiry? No. It can't be. Deucalion gave me his words and Roxanne was a figure I trusted. She wouldn't sell me out like that.I made to ask the last person I met if something happened, but she scurried away before I even completed my sentence. I checked for Thor around the mansion, but he was nowhere in sight. Left with no choice, I made for my room, basking in the allure the night's darkness had to offer. “Come out here, you monster!”

DEXTERA“Did you just ask me that?” Freya cackled in a mocking tone. “Did you just ask if I hate you?” She took a step closer to me, daring me to repeat my question. “I’m not a coward who would have her mouth shut in the face of injustice.” I replied boldly. “So yes. You heard me right. And it would be nice you answer me now.”“You never cease to amaze me, monster.” No doubt, she wouldn’t let me have the last word and I was ready for her. “I’ve amazed everyone all my life, it’s not new.” I retorted sharply. “Now, honour yourself by answering me or you won’t have the chance again.”I meant what I said. It wasn’t my intention to ask her that question ever again. If she refuses to give me a response, then, that’s it. I would not be bothered by her anymore as much as I wouldn’t be tolerating any of her excesses. Thor be involved or not. “I believe— ”“Don’t, Freya,” Deucalion interrupted her before she spitted out any more venom. “Don’t.”“There’s no way I will simp after the bitch li

THORThe pack was restless, simmering with unease, while the Elders busied themselves reopening a case long sealed, hell bent on punishing my woman under the guise of justice.Nichevoya was still in effect, and as Alpha, I would have acted as though I had nothing left to lose when the invasion threat arrived in my private mail earlier that day.Deucalion received the same message too.At first, I dismissed it as a bluff. Threats were not new to me; I had received many and survived all.But Deucalion hadn’t shared my confidence.“Just because it didn’t happen before doesn’t mean it won’t happen now,” he warned. “You had absolute control over the pack then. Now, Nichevoya is still active and I’m sure the news has already spread.”He had a point there, so I reluctantly chose to take the threat seriously.Everything unraveled with terrifying speed. Before Deucalion and I could initiate any concrete countermeasures, reports flooded in that multiple unidentified subjects had been detected c

DEXTERA I gasped for air rapidly as I threw myself off the bed sharply like something stung me. I wrapped my head in my palms, my breath slowly falling into rhythm. That was one hell of a dream. It had been very long since I had such terrible dream—the very same dream that haunted me when I lived in the Bisclaveret pack. I found it hard to wrap my head around why the dream chose to recur on the day my emotions were in disarray after the night’s incident. I looked around and I was alone. On a closer look, realization dawned on me that I was back in my room, in Thor’s mansion. Fear and guilt wrapped around me like a noose as vivid memories of my beast’s killing moments flashed in my mind, together with Alpha Nelson’s pitiful and disappointed face from the dream.It felt so real. My body creeped with chills running down my spine at the vivid remembrance. Thor. Where was he? I had no idea how he does it, but his presence has always been able to ease whatever guilt racked inside me af

THORIngrid Bernard.The name tasted sour and sounded devilish no matter how hard I tried to be rational about it. I weighed it in my mind, turned it over, tested it against logic and facts, but it refused to settle.Could she truly be behind this?The last time I checked, Ingrid Bernard was dead.I had orchestrated it myself, watched the process from start to finish, and signed off on the confirmation. I had ensured there were no loose ends and no room for resurrection, talk less of whispers of survival. Her death had been clean and final; as she deserved.Yet, Woodhound was bleeding. The borders had been breached with mastery, records were altered and rogues moved like they had a map of my territory engraved into their bones.It definitely wasn’t coincidence. It was all a big plan which I failed to notice. I believed I had it all under control, but Freya just spelt it to my face that I slacked off at some point. She made me realize coldly that I faltered and was slowly misplacing m