All Chapters of Abandoned Omega Turns Out To Be An Hybrid Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Crystal's POV​The heavy oak door of Kenneth’s private quarters clicked shut, cutting off the frantic shouts and rushing footsteps of the warriors outside. Finally, the oppressive tension of the battlefield gave way to a heavy, quiet solitude. ​The moment we were isolated, Kenneth’s rigid Alpha composure crumbled. A low gasp escaped his lips, and his knees buckled slightly as he leaned his broad weight heavily against the wooden edge of the washing vanity. Sweat beaded across his forehead, gleaming under the warm dim glow of the wall sconces. ​"Kenneth!" I moved instantly, catching his arm and guiding him toward the edge of the large bed. ​He sat down with a heavy groan, resting his elbows on his knees, his broad shoulders rising and falling in ragged breaths. The tears in his leather jacket revealed the ugly truth beneath: his dark skin was viciously scored with deep, jagged silver-burn scars left by Lucas’s dark blood magic. The flesh around the wounds was inflamed, pulsing w

Crystal's POVBy midday, the air inside the Silver Moon smelt of cold iron, wet leather, and the bitter copper tang of lingering dark magic. The heavy oak doors of the courtyard burst open with a resounding, thunderous crash as three exhausted envoys rode straight through the frosted iron gates. Their horses were lathered in white, foamy sweat, their sides heaving violently in the freezing air, while the riders were caked in dried mud, blood, and road dust.In the grand strategy room, Kenneth, Jordan, and I met them before they could even dismount. The news they brought was definitely not good with their long faces across the parchment maps spread over the table. While the Sun-Fang pack had honorably agreed to send a full battalion of seasoned vanguard warriors under the ancient blood oaths, the Shadow-Run pack had cowardly bolted their iron gates shut. Their Alpha had refused to send a single wolf into a war against Lord Lucas’s dark, blood-weaving covens."Cowards," Jordan growled

Crystal's POV Night fell over the Silver Moon territory, bringing with it a biting, glacial frost that coated the stone courtyard in a thin layer of glittery ice. The campfires scattered across the perimeter burned bright orange, their smoke curling into the starlit sky as warriors sharpened broadswords, polished steel chest plates, and murmured quiet prayers to the Moon Goddess. The air hummed with a breathless tension, the quiet before a storm that would reshape the world forever. Inside the strategy room, the long oak table was clear of map rolls, leaving only a single flickering oil lamp at its center. Kenneth, Jordan, Stella, and I stood around table, putting the finishing touches on our deployment. "The Sun-Fang vanguard will hold the left flank near the river," Jordan explained, his finger tracing a line on the parchment. "The Eastern Coven will take the high ridge overlooking the pass, using their magic to shield our frontline from Lucas's blood-weaving artillery. K

Crystal's POV The collision of the two armies shook the canyon walls like an earthquake. Steel screamed against steel, bone cracked, and the primal roars of hundreds of wolves echoed off the high slate cliffs. At the center of the fray, Kenneth was a force of nature. His broadsword whistled through the freezing air, his golden Alpha aura flaring so brightly that enemy wolves flinched back before his blade even reached them. Beside him, Beta Jordan fought like a relentless machine, his broadsword sweeping through corrupted Blood-Moon attackers, his sharp eyes constantly checking the flank to ensure Kenneth and I were fine. High above on the rocky ledges, Priestess Selene and the Eastern Coven rained down bolts of dazzling silver fire, incinerating Lucas’s vampire blood-weavers before they could hurl their dark artillery into our ranks. My power surged through my veins and completely aligned with my wolf. I moved across the blood-slicked stone like a shadow, my blade flash

Crystal's POV We launched into the air, illuminated by the blinding celestial white fire radiating from our blade. Lord Lucas snarled at us as we crossed the distance, raising both of his shadow-blades to intercept our descending strike. He poured dark, corrupted blood magic into his defense, weaving a dense shield of obsidian shadows around his body. But against the full power of ancient witch magic, wolf power, and the divine mate bond moving as one his dark sorcery was nothing more than dry leaves before a hurricane. The celestial broadsword cleaved through his shadow-blades like thin ice, shattering the ancient metal into a shower of harmless grey dust. In the same fluid, devastating arc, the white-hot steel sheared clean through his leather chest plate, driving deep into his dark, corrupted heart. Lucas froze on the stone ledge, his jaw unhinged in silence. Brilliant shafts of silver-and-gold light erupted from within his chest, bursting outward through his pale skin