All Chapters of The Omega’s Revenge Harem: A Dark MMMM Erotica Tale: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THIRD PERSON’S LIMITED POV (AURELIAN) Dylan approached them with perfect confidence, his expensive clothes and easy posture marking him as someone who belonged. He had been at the academy for weeks already, long enough to establish himself as a wealthy merchant’s son from a distant but respectable pack. But only if the young alphas knew who he really was and what he wanted. Dylan’s eyes met Aurelian’s for the briefest moment—a flicker of recognition that no one else would catch—before he turned his full attention to Rhydian.“It’s not right for an Alpha to dirty his hands.”Rhydian stopped, though he didn’t release Aurelian’s collar. “Dylan, I’m just removing trash that shouldn’t have been admitted in the first place.”“My father always says scholarship students either prove themselves worthy or fail out naturally within the first semester.” Dylan’s voice was smooth. “No need to dirty your hands personally, Rhydian. Let the academy’s standards handle it.”Something shifted in Rhydi

THIRD PERSON’S LIMITED POV (AURELIAN) Aurelian moved through the ruins of Lunar Temple, his footsteps silent on moss-covered stone. He’d walked this path countless times over the years, knew every crack in the foundation, every place where blood had soaked into the earth and refused to wash away. This place was a graveyard without bodies, a monument to people the world had forgotten.Two figures waited for him in what remained of the temple’s inner sanctuary. Moonlight spilled through the collapsed ceiling, illuminating them in shades of silver and shadow.Dylan was one of the figures and he stood with his arms crossed. His expression was serious, thoughtful—so different from the easy charm he wore like armor at the academy. Beside him, the sage, Kaidora, sat on a fragment of broken altar, her aged hands resting on her knees. Her face was lined with old age and grief, her eyes sharp. She looked up as Aurelian approached, and something ancient and sad flickered across her features.“

“All servants are dismissed with immediate effect,” Alpha Lucien declared at the dining table, his bandaged shoulder a stark reminder of the attack. “Until we identify who’s working with the insurgents, no one outside the royal families enters this palace.”Astarian exchanged glances with Rhydian and Tavian. The palace without servants? They would have to cook, clean, and manage their own quarters. The inconvenience was staggering.“This is a security matter,” Alpha Soren added, his tone brooking no argument. “The attack on Alpha Lucien proves we have traitors among us. Trust no one.”“But Dad—”As Rhydian started speaking, Alpha Kael shut him up with a deadly glare. He knew better to keep quiet than to continue.~~~~~Later after dinner, Astarian sat at his desk, staring at the economics assignment spread before him. He had read the same paragraph four times and retained nothing.He gave up, leaning back in his chair.Aurelian.Even the name felt delicate in his mind. Those violet ey

The figure stepped forward, and moonlight finally caught his features.Aurelian’s breath hitched. Darius.He is Dylan’s younger brother. The resemblance to Dylan was there—in the strong jawline, the confident posture—but everything else was different. This man’s hair was darker, his eyes a deeper brown.“It’s been years.” Aurelian muttered.Darius moved with careful grace, his smile gentle despite the grief radiating from him like heat from a wound. He had lost his brother hours ago, yet here he stood, composed. Controlled.The smile was a lie. Aurelian could see it in the tightness around his eyes, the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.“I’m sorry,” Aurelian said, the words inadequate. “I’m so sorry about Dylan. If I hadn’t—”“Don’t.” Darius’s voice was softer than Dylan’s had been, but no less firm. “Dylan made his choice. He knew the risks.”Darius wrapped his arm around Aurelian in a tight hug. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Kaidora separated between them. “Darius will

TAVIAN’s POVI spotted the rose that morning on my way to the academy with Astarian.A street vendor had set up near the gates, selling flowers for Valentine’s Day—a human tradition that had somehow infected our world. Most of the blooms were wilted or garish, but one rose stood apart. Deep crimson, petals perfect, stem thornless.“That one,” I had told the vendor, pointing.Astarian raised an eyebrow. “For who?”“Dylan.” The name slipped out before I could stop it. My friend’s smirk was insufferable. “You’re pathetic.”Maybe. But the rose was already in my hand, wrapped in simple paper, tucked carefully into my jacket.I had been waiting at the reception for twenty minutes when I saw them through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Dylan and Rhydian. Walking from the parking lot hand in hand, their heads bent together like they were sharing secrets. Dylan said something that made Rhydian throw his head back and laugh—actually laugh, not that cruel bark he usually made when tormenting s