บททั้งหมดของ I Was Your Dying Omega, Now I'm Your Sovereign Alpha: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lola's POVTristain cried in the car.Not the quiet kind. It was the kind that comes from somewhere deep. His shoulders were shaking, one hand gripped the steering wheel even though we weren't moving. He had walked me out of Dr. Callum's office with his hand on my back and held it together until the doors closed and then he just broke.I sat in the passenger seat and watched him."Hey." I reached over and touched his arm. "Tristain.""Don't." His voice was rough. "Don't tell me it's okay.""I wasn't going to."He turned to look at me, eyes red, and for a moment he looked so genuinely destroyed that I felt guilty for every small suspicion I had carried into that room. This was my husband. This was the man who had sat beside me through five years of negative tests and never once made me feel like a failure.He pulled me into his chest and held me so tight I could barely breathe."I'm not losing you," he said into my hair. "You hear me? I'm not."I closed my eyes and whispered, “Thank y

Lola's POVI stopped taking the pills on a Thursday.Not because I had made a decision. My wolf simply refused the next dose. I stood at the bathroom sink with the tablet on my tongue and my body said no with a certainty that had nothing to do with thought. I spat it into the sink, rinsed my mouth, and looked at myself in the mirror for a long time.Then I went downstairs to make breakfast that nobody would eat with me.The house had a new rhythm now and I was not part of it.Tristain came home earlier since Sofia moved in—after she came back and he said she had nowhere else to go, like that was the end of the discussion. His returning home earlier should have felt like something. Three months ago I was begging the universe for an evening where he walked through that door before eight. Now he was home by six every day, sometimes five thirty, and he walked past the kitchen where I was standing and went directly to wherever Sofia was.I heard them before I saw them most mornings.Her la

Lola Pov"Who is this?" I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white."I just told you." Williams sounded like he was sitting in a quiet office, his voice steady and calm. My heart hammered against my ribs. "How did you get this number? This is a private line.""Listen to me, Lola. You are in a house full of enemies. The woman…….""I have to go.""Don't hang up. If you stay there without a plan, you won't make it to next month.""Goodbye, Mr Schofield." I pressed the end call button and threw the phone onto the passenger seat. I sat in the silence of the car for a long time, watching a bird hop across the pavement. My breathing was shallow. Slowly, I reached down and hiked up the side of my skirt. I traced the small, pale crescent shape on my skin. I had always thought it was just a quirk of my biology. A mark of being a nobody from the orphanage.Memories hit me like a physical weight. The cold floor of the orphanage dorm, the headmistress telling me to keep

Lola Pov"I don’t know you. Get your hands off me right now." I yanked my arm back so hard the muscle in my shoulder twinged.Jax didn’t look embarrassed. He didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching. He just leaned in, his shadow falling over me. "Tristain is waiting for you at home, Lola. You’re not getting on that plane.""Watch me." I didn't wait for him to respond. I shoved past him, putting my shoulder into his chest with a strength that surprised both of us. He stumbled back a step, just enough for me to bolt toward the gate."Lola!" he barked behind me.I ignored him. I ran. I showed my boarding pass to the woman at the gate with shaking hands. She looked at my face, then at the man shouting behind the security line."Is there a problem, ma'am?" "He's a stalker," I said, my voice cracking. "Please. Just let me through."She scanned the pass quickly. "Hurry, we’re about to close the doors."I practically fell into the jet bridge. I heard Jax shouting something a

Lola PovThe next morning, the television in the penthouse was tuned to the Council’s emergency broadcast. I stood in front of the screen, my arms crossed, watching Tristain stand before the high elders. He looked smaller on the screen, but his voice was still that deep, commanding baritone that used to make me feel safe."The assets were built under the Herdez name," Tristain told the Council leader. "My wife is currently incapacitated by her illness. These movements of capital are erratic. They are the actions of someone who is no longer thinking clearly."I gripped my elbows. He was standing there, in the hall of power, trying to dismantle my life’s work with a straight face."She’s stealing from her own pack," he added, looking down at a stack of papers. "I am requesting an immediate injunction. We need to freeze all Nightwood Logistics accounts before she burns the entire foundation down."I turned away from the screen and walked to the dining table where my laptop sat. My hands