Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE OMEGA'S VOW: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

~ KAEL ~ "It's not opening," I said, frustration roughening every word as I worked my fingers deeper into the seam. "There's a mechanism here. Something's jammed." "Let me try," Lyra said, unsteady but pushing off the wall anyway, determination steadying her voice despite the exhaustion written plain across her face. "You're barely standing." "I'm standing enough," she said, sharp enough that I didn't argue further. She pressed her palm flat against the seam the way I'd watched Aelindra do it a dozen times tonight, though I doubted she had any real instinct for what she was reaching for. Nothing happened for a long moment. Then, faint, gold bled thin around the edges of the seam, and something inside the wall clicked with a sound like a held breath finally released. "That worked," Rafael said, disbelief cutting sharp through his voice. "Barely," Lyra said, swaying hard enough that Aelindra caught her elbow before she went down. The seam widened into a narrow gap, dark beyond i

~ LYRA ~ "Corin. Sweetheart." The voice crackled out of the radio at Kael's hip, and every one of us stopped moving. Rafael's hand froze on the shelving. Darius straightened so fast he knocked a rusted tool off the ledge, and it clattered against stone like a dropped plate. Kael pulled the radio free. His thumb was already on the button when the voice came again. "You're remembering, aren't you? I thought you might be." "Where are they," Kael snarled, fury scraping every syllable raw. "If you've touched Gideon, I swear to every god you've outlived—" "Nobody's been touched," the woman said, mild as tea. "Alpha Hart is bleeding on your floorboards, which is his own doing. Your Elijah is standing very still. I asked him to." My stomach turned over. "Why are you telling us this," I demanded, my voice cracking harder than I wanted it to. "Because Aelindra deserves to hear it. She's been looking for the wrong thing for fifteen years, and I'm tired of watching." Aelindra hadn't mo

~ KAEL ~ "Don't touch it," I rasped, one hand clamped around Lyra's wrist. My knee had hit stone and I couldn't remember going down. The bond roared in my chest, so loud it drowned the lamp's hiss and Tobiah's breathing. Every beat of Lyra's heart landed twice inside me, once in her pulse and once in mine. The stone pulsed gold in time with both. "It doesn't hurt," Lyra whispered, wonder trembling through her voice. She stared at the thing in Tobiah's palm as if it had called her by name. "Kael, it's warm. It feels like..." "Like what?" "Like someone's holding the door open for me." Fear closed around my throat. I dragged myself upright on her arm, and the room swung once before it settled. The tether pulled against my sternum like a rope with a weight at the other end, and the weight was growing. "Put it away," I snarled at Tobiah, fury cracking the words down the middle. "Wrap it up. Now." "I can't." He looked ashamed of that. "It's awake. It won't sleep again for me." "Th

~ DARIUS ~ “Don’t let go, dear,” the woman murmured, kneeling beside Lyra with the patience of a nurse at a bedside. “You’ll want to keep him warm.” I was still on my feet, and she hadn’t spared me a single glance. People always looked at me first, because assessing the threat was the courtesy everyone paid, so being ignored felt worse than being aimed at. “What did you do to it,” Lyra choked out, her voice splintering as her hands shook beneath Kael’s, still locked around the stone. “I reversed it.” The woman patted her wrist as if soothing a child. “Before, you poured warmth into him faster than the stone could drain it. Now it drinks from him first and takes whatever is left from you.” The gold in the chamber had turned slow and heavy, pulsing in time with Kael’s labored breathing. Every push of heat Lyra sent down the tether came back doubled as a loss, and his knuckles had gone grey against hers. “Let go, Lyra,” Kael wheezed, each word dragging out of him like it weighed so

~ ELIJAH ~ “He’s cold, Elijah,” Dell whispered, his voice breaking. “He’s so cold.” I couldn’t answer yet. My arm had only just come back to me, pins and needles racing down it as the woman’s invisible grip let go, and the blade I’d dropped lay on the floorboards three feet away, too far to reach. The front door still hung open on the dark. Of the woman herself there was no trace, only a faint ripple in the air above the threshold that smoothed itself out while I watched. “She’s gone,” Gideon rasped from the table, half collapsed over the edge of it, his fingers still locked around a blade he had never managed to lift. “Elijah, she’s gone, go to the boy.” I was already moving, though I glanced once at the packing along his side, soaked dark through the cloth, and understood I was choosing between two men with only one pair of hands. Corin lay where the woman had left him, curled on his side beside the overturned table with one hand flung out toward the door. The wound across his