Todos los capítulos de Forsaken Omega: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

FIVE YEARS LATER.. The sound of bone meeting bone cracked across the training yard. I tasted dust in my throat “Feet, Ivy. You’re thinking instead of moving,” Alpha Lucian called from the edge of the ring, arms folded over his broad chest. His voice wasn’t harsh, just firm-the kind of firmness that had rebuilt me and my mental state of mind piece by piece over the years Across from me, Mara-third best fighter in the pack-grinned like she enjoyed knocking me down a little too much. “She’s getting slow, Alpha.” “I’m getting tired,” I shot back, pushing to my knees. My braid had come loose, sweat sticking dark hair to my neck. “There’s a difference.” Lucian didn’t smile, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. “Again.” Five years ago, an order spoken by a different Alpha would have ended my life. Now another Alpha was teaching me how to rebuild it I rose, rolled my shoulders, and cleared my head the way Lucian had trained me to. Don’t fight angry. Don’t fight scared.

(Ivy POV) The drums started before sunrise. Shadow Fang used them for ceremonies-three slow beats, then a pause, then three again. The sound carried over the roofs and into my chest Pack Games season. I hated how my hands trembled while I braided Mira’s hair. “Too tight, Mama,” she complained, kicking her legs from the stool. “Sorry” I loosened the tie and kissed her crown. She smelled of soap and the mint leaves Mira liked to sneak into the bathwater. “You’re supposed to be helping me stay calm.” Mira grinned. “You’re the warrior, not me.” She chuckled From the doorway, Arin watched us with his serious eyes,too serious for a five-year-old. He held his wooden practice blade the way Lucian had taught him, careful, respectful. “Uncle Lucian said the visitors will fill the whole valley,” he said. “Even the upper roads.” My stomach folded. Visitors. Alphas. Packs I’ve only heard about in rumors And one name I had spent half a decade burying in the past I fo

(IVY POV) The sun had climbed high up enough, reflecting off the polished stones of the central arena. The crowd hummed with excitement, the drums beat with passion I stationed myself at the edge of the games, my eyes scanning the crowd, but all I could see was her. Ivy; She moved with a predator’s grace now, every step precise, controlled - but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes that pulled at me. My wolf growled low in my chest, restless. She’s changed, stronger, bolder. But she’s hiding something… The bell rang. Ivy stepped into the ring, shoulders squared, jaw tight, across from her, a burly warrior sneered, clearly expecting an easy victory. I could almost hear him muttering under his breath about “ The omega who thinks she can fight.” The fight began. Ivy’s opponent lunged, and I watched every movement like it was a chessboard. She dodged, countered, but he was relentless, pushing her to her limits. My gut twisted as I realized how hard she had to figh

Ironhaven pack The border looked smaller than I remembered. Maybe fear had made it larger in my head all those years. The wagon wheels rattled over the last stretch of road, and the Ironhaven banners came into view — dark cloth, silver crest, the same symbol that used to give me goosebumps. I kept my hands folded tightly in my lap so the twins wouldn’t see them shaking. Mira pressed her face to the window opening. “It smells different here.” Arin nodded beside her. “Like rain and old stone.” Like ghosts, I almost said. Four days of travel and I still hadn’t found a single lie good enough to calm my heart. I had rehearsed strength, practiced indifference, but the closer we came, the thinner those costumes felt. Lucian rode ahead with the other Shadow Fang representatives. He hadn’t asked me again why I’d tried to refuse the journey. He only said, You’ll be safe under my banner. He believed that. I wasn’t sure I did. ... The gates swallowed us whole - the gate is

(Ivy POV,) I didn’t have to look to know he was watching I felt it before I saw him. That cold awareness crawling up my spine, settling at the back of my neck like something breathing on it but can't see it, only sense it Mira was tugging at my hand, pointing toward the vendors lined near the lower stands, but my attention drifted beyond her shoulder. Across the open grounds. Toward the elevated platform where Darius stood. And there he was. Five years, and my body still reacted the way it did when he was visible He wasn’t moving, wasn’t speaking. Just watching. Watching me. Watching Lucian. Watching my children - I try to hide them immediately, but his already got a glance at them - my heart pounded, he was the last person I wanted to see them My grip tightened around Mira’s fingers. “Easy,” Lucian’s voice came low beside me. I hadn’t realized how rigid I’d gone until his hand settled at the small of my back “You’re shaking,” he murmured. “I’m not,” I li