All Chapters of Omega:Claimed by the Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

Hazel’s PoVThe next morning starts with his hand , warm on my ribs. Right over the cut he cleaned last night. Thumb moving back and forth. Like he’s checking I’m still real.I’m awake before him. That never happens. Usually he’s up first, sword in hand, scanning for threats before the sun’s even brave enough to show. But today the tent is light and quiet and he’s still. His face is softer asleep. No Alpha. No war. Just Alaric. I let myself look. The scar on his eyebrow from the gate fight three years ago. The new one on his jaw from yesterday. The way his lashes are too long for a man who kills for a living.“Staring,” he mumbles. Doesn’t open his eyes. But his mouth twitches.“Admiring,” I correct him. He finally looks. Gray eyes, hazy with sleep. With peace. That’s new too. “Dangerous habit.”“Worth it,” I say. Steal his line from Rook.He rolls, and suddenly I’m under him. Wrapped in his arms, his weight. Not trapping. Holding. “Ribs?” he asks. All serious now as he checks my

The gates of the pack had not opened for an outsider in a long time. Not since the night the victims of the old rules were rescued .So when the iron bars groaned upward at dawn, every wolf in the courtyard froze. Even the guards. Even the wind.Ella stepped through first.She hadn’t changed. Still tall. Still composed. Still wearing white like she owned the snow. Her dark hair was braided with silver cords , the mark of a pack envoy, not a rogue. The scent of pine clung to her cloak, sharp and deliberate. She wasn’t here to visit. She was here to claim after being exiled.Behind her, two council elders from our pack followed, their expressions grave. One carried the ceremonial scroll bound in blue leather. Pack law. Nothing good came wrapped in blue leather.Hazel felt it before she saw it. Then she felt a pull. The mate bond. Alaric was already moving.He appeared on the stone steps above the courtyard, shirtless, hair still damp from training, a sword strapped to his b

The moon was high when the council doors opened. Moon light spilled across the stone floor of the great hall. It made the wolves’ shadows stretch against the wall.Hazel stood in the center of the circle. Alone.No seat. No shield. No Alaric beside her. Pack law was clear , during a trial, the accused stood unprotected. The Alpha could speak for her, but he could not stand with her. It was meant to prevent bias. Right now, it felt like abandonment.The seven council elders sat in a semicircle above her, their robes dark, their faces half-hidden in shadow. Ella sat at the center, on the seat that had once belonged to Alaric’s father. She hadn’t been offered it. She’d taken it. No one had stopped her.Alaric stood to the right of the circle, tall and still as stone. His hands were clasped behind his back, but Hazel could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was locked tight. He wasn’t allowed to interfere unless she was directly sentenced. Until then, he could only wat