All Chapters of The Omega's Promise : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DEXTERA Three days later... I was still in a daze. The moment replayed in my mind over and over again like a cruel loop I couldn't escape from. Thor’s claws plunging into Ivana’s chest. The wet sound of tearing flesh. The splash of blood across the room. The look on her face as life left her eyes. Each memory sent cold chills crawling down my spine. I had seen violence before. Living in Woodhound meant that was unavoidable. But that moment… that level of raw, unrestrained fury… was something entirely different. I had never imagined Thor would act so irrationally. But I supposed that was what heartbreak did...even to the strongest of beings. For the first time, I had witnessed firsthand one of the many acts that earned Thor his dreadful reputation. The ruthless Alpha. The merciless executioner. Ever since that day, Thor had locked himself away in his chambers. No one was allowed near him. Not a step close to his door. Anyone foolish enough to try was punished immediately and n

DEXTERA Deucalion 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. Just silence so thick it pressed against my ears. I glanced back at Deucalion. “See?” I ge

DEXTERA “Well...you’re right,” I said. Thor glanced up again. “I don’t understand everything you’ve been through.” I tilted my head a bit. “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.

DEXTERA TWO DAYS LATER Unexpectedly, I was summoned to be present for Vaelorra's hearing. Thor had been busy since he returned to work, so we hadn't gotten the chance to see each other. Rumours soon began to fly around the pack. As usual, some whispered that I was the bad luck behind the growing unrest in Woodhound, especially since the Alpha had never publicly been at loggerheads with Vaelorra. Others, who seemed to see a clearer picture, wanted things to work against Vaelorra... each for their own selfish reasons. Either way, I made sure to turn a deaf ear and avoid joining their discussions. Never again shall I be a scapegoat in Woodhound, I vowed. As I headed toward 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 ha

DEXTERA STILL AT THE SANCTUM... I remained where I had been instructed to stand, watching the proceedings closely. Deucalion stepped forward after Vaelorra's last statement. He 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 took the bowl and walked toward the large map displayed before the council and poured the liquid across its surface 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