Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Omega's Promise : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

DEXTERADeucalion walked beside me, calm and silent as we approached Thor’s bedroom while my mind kept replaying the last few days. Ivana’s death. Thor’s rage. Vaelorra's almost unfazed expression while it all happened. It suddenly occured to me that I hadn't set my eyes on her ever since Thor dismissed us from the Alpha's office that day.By the time we reached the large, dark doors leading to Thor’s private chambers, my confidence had thinned considerably. His bedroom door stood at the end of the hallway like the entrance to a beast’s den and everything around sounded too quiet.I stopped a few steps away and turned to Deucalion.“Last chance to change your mind,” I muttered.He only gave me a calm look that clearly said not happening. I sighed and stepped forward. My knuckles rapped lightly against the heavy wooden door in a subtle, defined knock.However, no response came from within. No footsteps. No movement. No voice. Just silence so thick it pressed against my ears.I glanced

DEXTERA“Well...you’re right,” I said.Thor glanced up again.“I don’t understand everything you’ve been through.”I tilted my head slightly. “But I do understand one thing.”He remained silent, waiting for me to talk. “Mistakes aren't meant to destroy you.” I shrugged faintly. “They’re meant to make you grow. But instead of learning from them, you’re hiding in here like a man afraid to face his own shadow.”Thor’s stare hardened again, though not with the same violent fury as before.“If you truly made mistakes,” I continued, “then own up to them. Stand up. Fix what you can. Then move forward.”I gestured lightly toward the door. “Cowering in this room won’t change the past. It just proves that whatever broke you won.”My gaze locked with his. “And I believe you know this already. If you don't master the art of accepting failure, you'll be trapped in the same circle and not succeed.”“That has been what's kept me going all along —moving on despite it all,” he expressed. “But no matt

DEXTERATWO DAYS LATERLess expected, but I was summoned to be present for Vaelorra's hearing. Thor had been busy since he returned to work, so we didn't get to see each other. Rumours soon began to fly around the pack. As usual, some whispered I was the bad luck behind the growing unrest in their pack as the Alpha was never at loggerheads with Vaelorra publicly, while a few who saw the true picture wanted things to work against Vaelorra—each for their own selfish reasons.Either way, I made sure to turn deaf ears and avoid joining in their discussion. Never again shall I be a scapegoat in Woodhound. I vowed. Headed for Astrald’s Great Sanctum of Weighing, my heart thudded heavily in my chest. Each step along the familiar stone path stirred memories I had tried very hard to bury deep within the darkest corners of my mind.The cold towering pillars of the Sanctum soon came into view. The last time I had been brought here, I wasn’t walking on my own feet. I had been dragged in like a

DEXTERADeucalion gave a signal to the errand boy standing nearby, who hurried forward instantly, holding a shallow bowl filled with an unknown, almost clear liquid.Deucalion collected the bowl and tilted it slightly to spill some of the liquid across the map in droplets.Almost everyone watched in anticipation, all completely in the dark about what was about to unfold. I tried to calm my anxiety so bad, but I knew deep down that would only be possible when the trial ended and I exited the crowd and the Sanctum as a whole.At first, nothing happened. Deucalion spread the liquid gently, ensuring it coated every corner of the map before setting the bowl aside. Almost everyone leaned forward in their spots, confused, while the map got soaked with the unknown solution.I tried to calm my breathing, but my heart continued hammering painfully against my ribs. About a minute passed, then the errand boy stepped forward again and handed Deucalion a 3.65nm UV forensic light pen. The small d

DEXTERAI was momentarily dumbfounded at Freya’s out-of-the-blue question.“Train for what?” I asked flatly, making no effort to hide my irritation.She didn’t even blink. “Combat. Survival. The things you clearly lack.”A dry scoff slipped past my lips as I rolled my eyes. “I’m not interested in anything when you're involved.”Freya changed her position slowly, like a predator adjusting before a strike. “Careful,” she said coolly. “Refusal doesn’t make you untouchable. It just makes you unprepared.”I folded my arms tighter across my chest. “And trusting you makes me what? Stupid?”Her lips twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “Alive.”I let out a humorless breath. “I’ve survived this long without your help. I think I’ll manage.”Freya tilted her head slightly, studying me like I was something she was still trying to figure out.“You’ve survived,” she admitted. “But survival isn’t power.” Her voice dropped. “And in this pack, power is the only thing that keeps you from becoming pr