All Chapters of The Enigma's Omega Bride. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

★Elian pov★ The walk home stretched out longer with each step heavier than the last. The streets of our Silvermist Pack lay hushed under the moon's silvery light, but the silence did nothing to ease the pressure in my chest—the echo of the council hall's judgment follows me like a shadow. Whispers seemed to trail in my step, even though no one dared speak them aloud. Word had spread like wildfire through the pack: Orion Silvermist's omega son, me, Elian, had just offered myself up as the Enigma's bride. The weight of that choice pressed harder with every breath. My mother, Lyra, walked beside me in utter silence, her presence a quiet storm. I could sense the tremor in her steps, the way her fingers clenched at her sides. When we finally reached our modest wooden home, she pushed the door open with a hand that shook just enough to betray her. The moment we crossed the threshold, the walls she had built in the hall crumbled. "You shouldn't have done that!" Her voice broke like fr

The throne hall of Moonveil Citadel falls into a heavy silence after King Kael Draven's final words. Elian’s pulse thundered in his ears. The king stood before him, tall and immovable like a dark pillar of power. Even with the blindfold covering his eyes, his presence felt overwhelming. Then, Kael's spoke again his voice smooth as velvet over steel. “I will not touch you for the next three days.” Elian’s breath caught, his omega instincts flaring with a mix of relief and aching curiosity. Why hold back? Kael’s lips curved faintly, though no warmth reached his tone. “Until the full moon rises high.” A shiver rans down Elian’s spine, cold as the citadel’s winter winds. The full moon—whispers in the villages spoke of it as a night when alphas unleashed, when bonds falls into place with savage force. His body tightened instinctively, heat pooling low in his belly despite the fear. Kael shifted, the subtle creak of his boots on the marble floor echoing like a warning. “Use these day

The knock came suddenly, making him flinch.He quickly straightened.“C-come in…”The door opened gently.And for the first time since arriving in the castle—Someone smiled.She stepped in with a tray of food, balancing it carefully in her hands.Unlike the others, she didn’t look terrified.Just… cautious.But warm.“Good evening!” she said softly, placing the tray down on the table. “You must be Elian.”Elian blinked, a little surprised by her tone.“…Yes.”She turned to him with a small bow.“My name is Mary. His Majesty has assigned me as your second personal maid.”Elian’s eyes widened slightly. “My… maid?”Mary nodded, then leaned in just a little, lowering her voice conspiratorially.“Yes—but don’t let the title scare you,” she whispered with a playful smile. “It just means I’m the only one brave—or foolish—enough to come near you.”Elian couldn’t help it.A small laugh escaped him.Soft.Barely there.But real.---Mary’s eyes lit up.“Oh! There it is! You can smile!” she sai

Elian woke slowly.Not peacefully—no. There was a strange heaviness in his body, like sleep had held him too tightly and only just let go. His brows drew together as he shifted beneath the covers, the silken sheets cool against his skin.Something felt… off.His lips hurt.He frowned, lifting a hand to touch them gently. A sharp, unfamiliar soreness lingered there, like a bruise that hadn’t fully formed. He pressed lightly, confusion knitting deeper across his face.“…What?”It didn’t make sense.He hadn’t fallen. Hadn’t been in a fight. And yet the sensation was real—subtle, but impossible to ignore. As though something had happened… something his mind couldn’t quite reach.A faint unease settled in his chest.Before he could think further—Knock. Knock.Elian startled slightly, sitting up.“Come in,” he called, his voice still filled with sleep.The door opened, and a familiar figure stepped inside.Mira.She entered with her usual gentle brightness, balancing a tray in one hand, tho

The castle felt different without him. Quieter, yes, but the silence carried an undercurrent of unease, like the hush before a storm. Elian moved through the long corridors with deliberate slowness, his boots whispering against the polished stone floors. The servants he passed averted their eyes, offering hurried bows before melting into the shadows, their footsteps fading as quickly as they appeared.So this was belonging, he thought bitterly. Not with open arms or warm glances, but with this cold tolerance, as if he were a ghost haunting the halls rather than a living soul within them. He turned into another hallway, directionless, his mind adrift in the labyrinth of ancient walls. Yet an inexplicable pull tugged at him, a quiet instinct blooming in his core, urging him onward like a siren's call he couldn't quite decipher.Then, a breath of fresh air caressed his skin. Elian halted, his gaze locking onto a door slightly ajar at the corridor's end. Golden sunlight poured through t