Semua Bab The omega second chance : the lycan's mercy.: Bab 1 - Bab 6

POV: Elara (The Protagonist)The air in the dungeon of the Iron Claw Pack didn't just smell like damp stone and rot; it smelled like betrayal. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of my throat, reminding me with every shallow breath that the man I had loved the man I had kept secrets for was the same man who had just shattered my soul.Kaelen. My "Alpha."I leaned my head against the freezing wall of the cell, my body trembling so violently that the chains around my wrists rattled against the floor. The sound was deafening in the silence. Only weeks ago, those same hands had held mine under the moonlight. He had promised me that once he consolidated his power over the southern territories, we wouldn't have to hide anymore. He had called me his "Little Omega," a pet name I thought was out of affection.I was a fool."You’re nothing but a tool, Elara," his voice echoed in my mind, cold and sharp as a blade. The memory of the rejection ceremony in front of his inner circl

**POV: Elara**Opening my eyes i felt like I'm dragging myself through thick, warm honey.My last memory was the roar of the Black River and the bone-chilling cold of the water. I remembered the sensation of being shattered, of the silver in my blood turning into ice. I had expected to wake up in the afterlife, or worse, back in the Iron Claw’s dirt-floored pits.But the air here was different. It didn't smell like damp stone or the iron-tang of Kaelen’s anger. It smelled like a winter forest—crisp, clean, and deep.I didn't open my eyes. I couldn't. My body felt heavy, my limbs weighted down by a strange, blissful exhaustion. For the first time in weeks, the constant, sharp throb of my back the site of so many "lessons" from Kaelen’s guards wasn't a scream. It was a dull, distant hum.Something or someone was near me.I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. My heart, still conditioned to expect a blow, began to pick up speed. I waited for the rough grab of a hand or the cold splas

**POV: Elara**Waking up was different this time. The fog of the silver fever was starting to lift, leaving behind a strange, heightened clarity. I was aware of the weight of the blankets, the warmth of the fire, and most prominentlythe massive presence beside me.I didn't move. I didn't even open my eyes. I could feel the heat radiating from Silas’s body, a steady, furnace-like warmth that made the cold memories of the river feel like a lifetime ago. He wasn't touching me, not exactly but he was there. I could feel the mattress dipped under his weight, his arm resting on the covers just inches from my waist.He smelled like safety. That was the only way I could describe it. In the Iron Claw, the Alphas smelled like sharp ozone and aggression. Silas smelled like earth, ancient trees, and a deep, comforting musk that made my wolf want to curl into a ball and purr.But the habit of fear was hard to break. My heart began a slow, steady thud against my ribs. I waited for the shift in the