All Chapters of Forsaken Omega: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Chapter 2Between Straw Keeping a secret in a pack is like keeping a spark in a stack of tinder: everything wants to catch. My hut was a square of stolen privacy; The walls wept with age and the roof shivered as rain fell, but it was mine by custom if not by law.I spread the blue scrap on my knees and tried to talk myself into sense. He had been there and then he had been gone — the world returned to its ordinary cruelties. Why should a scrap of cloth matter?Because someone else had noticed. On the third day after I found him, I returned to the outer gardens to fetch nettles and a handful of wild thyme when Maris and two of her cronies circled me like predetor ambushing preyMaris’s nails had grown long and poisonous; her smile was honey that had gone bitter. “You’ve been sneaking out,” she said, like a truth she had been dieing to say. “Tell me who you met, Ivy.”“I—” My breath sanked . “No one.” “You hides things,” Maris hissed. Her hands dug into my hair and she yanked my head ba

Dawn found me shivering on the window ledge of the kitchen, watching the village wake up by the slow diligence of those who had no other choice. My hands were numb from the night’s cold and from the memory of Kellan’s palm closing around the scrap of blue. I had expected Rowan to return like a story’s hero, like this thing of ones imagination: sudden and triumphant. Instead I felt only a hole left by his absence. The morning brought an envoy — not the usual petty officials, but men in black cloaks with silver chains and a seal I had seen only in rumors: a crown ensnared by thorns. Word spread like wild fire. The Alpha’s son had summoned the royal house: a delegation from the King’s court itself had arrived. There were whispers of unrest at the borders, of rogues mutating with strange beasts, of political debts owed and unpaid. The hall itself smelled of mummur and fear Kellan moved differently that day: not like a prince, but like a man who had chosen a weapon and could not put it

The palace was a labyrinth of gold and stone, where every corridor whispered secrets and every smile felt like a calculated move. I’d been a ward of the King for three days, and already the weight of it pressed me. Just as I reached the gardens for a breath of fresh air, a servant approached, bowing low. “Lady Ivy, the King requests your presence. Now.” My stomach tightened. The King’s summons were never casual, I followed the servant through the passages to a door adorned with the crown’s thorn sigil. The guards didn’t blink as I entered. The King sat behind a massive desk, his eyes sharp as he gestured me closer. “Ivy of Ravencroft. Your…mercy toward the rogue has reached me.” His voice was smooth I curtsied, trying to read his expression. “Your Majesty.” “Stand. I have a purpose for you here. The court values loyalty, and your story—a forsaken omega showing kindness—is useful. You will attend the upcoming Harvest Ball, and you will make an impression.” he demanded “I…t

I stiffened, clutching the bronze bowl as my pulse rattled in my ears. Kellan’s eyes narrowed, scanning the yard, scanning me. He was about to say something when I cut him off “I… I couldn’t sleep,” I said nervously forcing the words out, my voice shaking. “I wanted to… see the old shrine. T- t- to think.” His gaze sharpened. “To think, he saids with a little smile in his face almost like he can see throw my lieing soul "At this hour?” His voice was quiet, “Alone?.” I swallowed, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “I needed… air Reflection. Nothing more.” Kellan’s lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t say anything more, just stared, there in silence. For a heartbeat, I thought he might see through me "Are you done thinking?" "Yes" I replied immediately" I would like to go back to my room now, I'm tired" I faked a yawn stretching my hands and managing to collect the dust from the table. Kellan eyes flicked towards my hands but said nothing. He gestured towards the door a