Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Enigma's Omega Bride. : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Selena Pov.The first rays of dawn came too quickly.Mist clung to the pack’s territory, floating through the air like restless spirits, and it pulled me from a sleep that hadn’t truly been sleep at all—just a long, exhausting night. My eyes fluttered open to the dim light slipping through the cracks of my wooden window.I didn’t feel rested.I felt… heavy.The trial loomed closer with every passing hour, its shadow stretching over me, suffocating.And the moment I became aware—truly aware—I felt it.Not pain.Not yet.Something deeper.My body was restless… like something beneath my skin was waking up, stretching, pressing against the surface. My wolf—silent for so long—stirred with a growing impatience that matched the storm building inside me.I pushed myself upright, gripping the edge of the bed as a sharp pulse shot through my spine.My breath hitched.“Not yet…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.But I knew.It was coming.I could feel it in everything—in the way my senses sh

The heat between them felt like a storm on the verge of breaking—Kael's hands firm on Elian's hips, their bodies together in that desperate grind, breaths mingling in ragged harmony. Elian's mind spun, a whirlwind of sensation: the rough stone at his back, the unyielding press of Kael's arousal against him, the way the Engima's tongue claimed his mouth with a hunger that made his toes curl. But just as Kael's fingers tugged at the hem of Elian's shirt, going upward with possessive intent, something shifted.Kael froze.His grip tightened for a second—nails digging into Elian's skin through the fabric—before he forced himself back. A low growl rumbled in his chest, not of anger but of control, Aries snarling in protest inside him. He pulled away just enough to create a little space, his blindfolded eyes squeezing shut as if blocking out the world could block out the bond's relentless pull."Not... not yet," Kael muttered, voice coming out rough.His hands slid down to Elian's waist, st

The forest welcomed Selena like it always had, the canopy above a tangled veil that filtered sunlight into dappled patterns on the mossy ground. The air hummed with its impatience, urging her onward, but the woods seemed unnaturally still. No rustle of small game, no distant calls of birds. It was as if the creatures had sensed her turmoil and fled.Why is everything hiding? she thought, holding her hunting knife tighter. Her boots crunched softly over fallen leaves, each step a quiet defiance against the growing unease. Instead, she pressed forward.I need to bring something back, she thought.Her mother’s smile flashed in her mind—the warmth in her eyes, the way she had offered to train with her without hesitation.A small smile touched Selena’s lips.“With you by my side…” she murmured softly, almost like a promise.“I’ll prevail.”Her posture shifted as she moved. She needed also needed this hunt—to ground herself, to feed the wild hunger gnawing at her before it consumed her ent

The hideout's stone walls seemed to cradle them in a pocket of quiet intimacy, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and the faint, lingering trace of Elian's herbal mask—now faded, exposing the raw, alluring essence that had drawn Kael like a moth to flame. Elian now sat cross-legged on the worn rug, his quill scratching softly against the parchment Kael had given him. His brow furrowed in concentration, words flowing from his heart to his family.Kael watched from his perch on the edge of the cot, one knee drawn up, his intense gaze tracing the curve of Elian's neck where the partial mark pulsed faintly—a secret thread that let whispers of Elian's thoughts drift into his mind.He's pouring his soul into that letter, Kael thought, a felling of possessive warmth blooming in his chest. The wolf within him rumbled contentedly, savoring this stolen peace after the chaos of discovery.Elian's presence grounded him, a balm against the kingdom's endless demands. He leaned forward, temp

The heavy oak doors of the meeting room creaked open under Kael's firm push, revealing a chamber bathed in the golden flicker of hearthfire and the soft glow of enchanted lanterns. Ancient tapestries lined the walls, showing snarling wolves under moonlit skies and ethereal figures weaving spells amid swirling mists—reminders of the kingdom's storied past.At the far end, seated on a carved throne of dark walnut, was Elder Thorne, his silver hair falls like a waterfall over shoulders hunched by centuries of wisdom. His eyes, sharp as flint and clouded with the haze of age, fixed immediately on Elian, nostrils flaring subtly as the young man's unmasked scent wafted into the room like an invisible banner.Kael's hand remained steady at the small of Elian's back. The touch grounded Elian amid the sudden rush of exposure. What if they see right through me? Elian's thoughts fluttered into Kael's mind, laced with a quiet dread that twisted like vines in his chest. Kael squeezed gently, his p