THE OMEGA'S VOW의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

LYRA POVI should have been walking into a honeymoon suite, not being dragged through hospital doors.My wedding dress brushed against the white floor; the hem was already becoming very dirty, as the smell of antiseptic filled my nose.I tried holding the dress up a bit, and while doing that, my veil slipped off my shoulders. This night could not be more frustrating. And the more forward we moved, the faster my heart beat, so it felt like it wanted to escape my chest.Darius held my hand in a tight grip, but I did not pull away. His voice was filled with desperation as he spoke to the doctor in the hallway.“Doctor, please, hurry. Do not let her die. Please do not let my sister die.” He begged.Sister.The word felt surreal in my head. His sister. On our wedding night, my husband was begging for another woman’s life.I swallowed slowly. “Darius—uhm, what exactly is wrong with her?”He turned around and moved closer to me; from this view, his eyes were red, and his face was soaked with

LYRA POVThey discharged me the next morning.Not because I was fine nor because I was ready. But because they said I was stable enough to leave. That phrase followed me everywhere now.‘Stable enough.’I didn't have to be healed or safe. Just strong enough to be moved out of sight.A nurse helped me into a wheelchair. I did not argue anymore. Arguing required strength, and I had very little of that left. My body felt unfamiliar and fragile, as if one careless move could split me open again.“Your husband will be waiting outside,” she said.I did not respond. Husband huh. The same one who was with his sister the entire time his wife was in admission.The hallway smelled the same as before.Clean. Cold. Empty.I kept my eyes forward because I did not want to see that glass wall again. I did not want to remember how small I felt lying there while the truth stood on two healthy legs beside my husband.Darius stood near the exit when we reached the front. He looked rested and much better

LYRA POVMy knees scraped against the concrete, and pain kept moving through my side. I tried to crawl, but my arms shook badly, and my body refused to obey me.The shadow moved closer.“Please,” I whispered. “I will sign it. I will sign anything.”The figure did not respond. He raised his blade higher, and I screamed.But the sound barely came out. Before the knife could reach me, a loud crack came from behind him. The man holding the blade flew backward and hit the wall with a heavy thud.I stared in shock.Another figure stepped out of the darkness.Tall. Broad. Calm.The second attacker rushed forward. He did not even finish raising his weapon. The stranger grabbed his wrist and twisted it until the bone snapped. The scream that followed was short.The man dropped to the ground, shaking.“Leave,” the stranger said quietly.The third attacker hesitated.“Now,” he repeated, and they ran.I sat frozen on the ground, my chest heaving.The stranger turned to me.I could not see his fac

CHAPTER SEVEN~ LYRA ~Crash it.The words bounced around my skull, refusing to settle.I stared at the empty doorway where Kael had just disappeared. My hand was still gripping the velvet box, the heavy ring now loose on my finger.Tonight.He wanted me to face them tonight.I looked down at my legs. They were shaky, bruised, and I was pretty sure the stitches in my side were one wrong move away from tearing open. I wasn't a threat. I was a walking disaster."He's insane," I whispered.But even as I said it, I knew I was going to do it.Because the alternative was lying in this bed, staring at the ceiling, and waiting for Darius to spin the narrative that I was crazy. If I didn't show my face, he won. If I stayed hidden, I was guilty.I walked to the window. The city was waking up, lights flickering on in the skyscrapers against the darkening sky. Somewhere out there, Darius was adjusting his tie. Selene was probably laughing, touching her stomach, playing the perfect, glowing mother

~LYRA~The adrenaline crash was brutal.My legs finally gave out when we got back to the penthouse. Kael didn't say a word. He just scooped me up, carried me past the dark living room, and set me down on the guest bed."Don't move," he said."I can't," I whispered.He left the room and came back with a glass of water and two pills."Painkillers," he said. "Take them."I swallowed them dry. My throat felt like sandpaper. The silence in the room was heavy, but it wasn't the suffocating kind. It was the quiet after a storm."Did you mean it?" I asked, my voice barely audible.Kael stopped at the door. He turned, his silhouette dark against the hallway light."Mean what?""About the war."He looked at me for a long moment. His grey eyes were unreadable in the dim light."Darius Venn isn't just an ex-husband," he said. "He's a symbol. You challenged that symbol tonight. Publicly. Humiliatingly. He won't let that slide.""I don't want him to," I said. The anger was still there, simmering un