All Chapters of The Wolfless Omega & The Alpha King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The moment Lucien said those words, every instinct inside me screamed that something was wrong. Not because he had found me. Because he expected to. As if this moment had been inevitable from the very beginning. The underground chamber fell silent except for the faint hum of the gate behind us. Silver light pulsed beneath the black stone structure, illuminating the ancient symbols carved across the floor. Lucien's silver eyes never left mine. Neither did mine leave him. Because beneath the calm expression and measured voice, I could feel something through the connection. Not hatred. Not fear. Conviction. The kind of conviction that made people dangerous. The kind that made them willing to destroy entire worlds if they believed it served a greater purpose. Kael took another step forward. Subtle. Protective. Placing himself between me and Lucien without fully blocking my view. "You've got five seconds to explain yourself." The threat in his voice was unmistakable. Lu

Nobody spoke for several seconds after Lucien's revelation. The silence felt different now. Not uncertainty. Shock. The kind of silence that follows a truth so large it changes the shape of everything around it. The First Anchor didn't create the gates. She closed them. The words echoed through my mind while the black stone gate continued pulsing quietly behind us. Every story I had heard. Every memory of the convergence had shown me. Every conclusion I thought I had reached. All of it suddenly felt incomplete. Or worse carefully edited. I stared at Lucien. "Why would history lie about that?" His expression hardened. "Because the truth terrified people." The answer came too quickly. Like he'd spent years repeating it. Maybe he had. Kael folded his arms. "That's not an explanation." "No," Lucien agreed. "It's not." The silver light beneath the chamber floor brightened faintly before settling again. Then Lucien looked directly at me. "Tell me something." I ha

The pulse hit me before anyone else felt it. A violent wave crashed through the connection, stealing the air from my lungs so suddenly that I staggered backward. The chamber blurred. The black stone gate trembled. Silver light surged through the ancient symbols beneath our feet. And somewhere far away something awakened. Not the Second Gate. Not the First. Another one. The Third Gate. The realization slammed into me with terrifying certainty. It wasn't a guess. It wasn't a theory. I knew. The way someone knows fire burns. The way someone knows they're falling before they hit the ground. The Third Gate had answered. And suddenly the world felt smaller. Much smaller. "Aflira." Kael's voice sounded distant. Concerned. But distant. Because the connection wasn't merely showing me something now. It was dragging me toward it. My vision darkened. The chamber disappeared. And the world changed. I stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking a black ocean. Massive wave

The moment Seraphine spoke those words, something inside me stopped. Not my heart. Not my breathing. Something deeper. The connection. It went completely silent. For the first time since the sanctum collapsed. No whispers. No emotions. No memories. Nothing. And somehow that terrified me more than when it screamed. Rain continued falling across Blackthorn's walls while thousands of Watchers stood motionless behind Seraphine. Waiting. The entire world seemed to be holding its breath. "The First Anchor didn't close the gates alone." The sentence echoed inside my mind. Lucien looked furious. Not angry. Afraid. There was a difference. And for the first time since meeting him, I wondered how much he truly knew. Or worse how much he wasn't telling me. Seraphine's silver eyes remained fixed on mine. Patient. Like she knew exactly what effect her words had caused. "You should leave." Lucien's voice carried across the wall. Cold. Sharp. Seraphine barely glanced to

For one terrible second, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The massive crack stretched across the night sky like a wound carved into reality itself. Silver light poured from within it. Not lightning. Not moonlight. Something older. Something is wrong. The sight froze everyone on Blackthorn's walls. Warriors. Watchers. The Hollow Order. Even Seraphine. Even Lucien. Because whatever was happening none of them had expected it to happen now. The crack vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. The night sky returned. The storm remained. The rain continued falling. But the damage was done. Every person present had seen it. Reality itself had split open. And deep inside the connection, something screamed. I dropped to one knee. Pain exploded through my chest. The connection surged violently enough to make my vision blur. Thousands of emotions crashed together. Fear. Confusion. Desperation. Not mine. Not Blackthorn's. The gates. The gates were afraid. The real