Todos los capítulos de Forsaken Omega: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The corridor smelled of iron and sleeping bodies. I stood outside my door, listening to the castle breathe. Somewhere below, a chain rattled. Closer, a guard coughed. The dust rested quiet beneath my skin, folded like a creature of the night afraid of daylight. I thought the word again. Fuego. Warmth slid along my arms and vanished, pulling the light with it. I looked at my hands - nothing - no skin. Just air Invisible. But my heartbeat sounded loud enough to wake the dead. So I try to control my emotions. I try thinking of something to cool my mind. But found nothing I took the first step. The stone was cold through my toes. my breath, the whisper of cloth, the small protest of my joints. I walked like someone inside a dream, half sure the floor would swallow me. At the corner a guard leaned against the wall, spear on his shoulder. His eyes were heavy with slumber, I froze.Watching Don’t see me, don’t feel me, I am not here. I whispered to myself The dust t

With the thought of Kellan just behind me, following my footsteps from the shadows, I use the dust, but it still felt like he could see through even though. I ran to my room. The guards clearly hears footsteps and feel presence, they now are on high alert, searching the area. The dust made me feel untouchable Just until it began dimming. Fragments of my body visible. Panic flood my mind as I hurried to my part of the kingdom. I reached my room. That was close As I got to my room. I didn't even realize when I collapsed and fell asleep. I guess the dust takes a lot from a person I fell into a deep Dream... One moment I was staring at the cracked ceiling of my room, Rowan’s kiss still burning on my lips, the next I was standing in a forest I had never seen-yet somehow familiar The trees were too tall. The moon too close. It felt unrealistic Silver light bled through the branches like liquid glass, and the air smelled of rain that hadn’t fallen yet. “Ivy!” The voice

The guard did not knock. He only opened the door and said, “The Alpha requires you." The Alpha’s private chamber smelled of iron and winter incense. Curtains the color of old wine blocked most of the light. At the center table lay the circlet-black iron woven like thorned vines, polished to look gentle. It did not look gentle to me. Kellan was already there. He stood near the window, shoulders stiff, dressed in ceremonial black instead of armor. For a moment our eyes met, he didn’t smile, he didn’t say a word he only looked The Alpha turned from the balcony. “My Luna,” he said, as if tasting a new title. “Come closer.” My feet obeyed even when my heart didn’t. He studied me the way merchants study cloth-searching for flaws, testing value. “You clean well. The tailors have done wonders with their… material.” Kellan shifted. “Material?” I repeated before I could stop myself. The Alpha smiled thinly. “An expression. You are an investment of Ironhaven. Rare blood

Darius. That was the name they whispered with awe and fear, but only I, the Alpha of Ironhaven, truly understood the weight it carried. Nine months, nine months I had searched for Ivy. Nine months I had burned through forests, villages, and smaller packs in pursuit of the one who had humiliated me, who had stolen herself from my grasp on the night of her so-called “Luna ceremony.” I paced my private chamber, crimson curtains drawn, boots scuffing the polished stone. The thought of Ivy, my supposed-to-be Luna, alive, free, running wild in the forest, while my present Luna sat obedient beside me, was a fire burnt up my pride. Larisa, my new Luna, knelt at the edge of the dais, hands folded, eyes lowered. She was perfect for the public eye: loyal, submissive, predictable - unlike Ivy. I glanced at her, tasting the bitter reminder of the ghost that had slipped through my fingers. Every time I looked at her, I felt the ghost’s defiance. "What's on your mind my Alpha" She throws

The forest floors bit into my knees, mud sticking to my palms as I crawled toward the faint glimmer of moonlight filtering through the trees. Pain exploding in me, but I forced myself to move, one trembling hand after another. My breath came in ragged gasps, and every heartbeat reminded me of the life inside me, fragile yet fierce, but not ready to die, not yet Somewhere behind me, the sound of pursuit had quieted-but my instincts screamed that it hadn’t gone. Wolves moved like shadows in the dark, and these ones weren't just any wolf, this was rogue wolves, darkness is their greatest ally. Their eyes glinting in the dark light, voices threatening. My body wanted to give in, my legs wobbled beneath me, my back ached, my swollen belly burned with every movement. But surrender wasn’t an option, not for my child, and not for myself. I pressed myself against a moss-covered tree trunk, listening. The wind carried sounds-snaps of twigs, shallow breaths, a faint metallic glint. Whoever