Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE RISE OF THE CURSED OMEGA : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 8

"Yes Stormy... Yes right there, don't stop." Liora moaned softly, her claws digging lightly into his shoulders to demand he maintain the pace. In less than three minutes, their combined scent filled the air as they both climaxed. The affair between Liora and Storm was no secret to the staff. Well... except to the naive omega lying in the opposite wing of the Castle, fast asleep in La- La land. "Would you like me to join you in the bathroom Stormy baby?" Liora purred. She slipped out of the sheets and approached a stark naked Storm. As he turned toward the shower to wash up, she planted a lingering kiss on his chest and neck, her fingers tracing the rigid lines of his abs. No matter how much his conscience pricked him, Storm felt completely hypnotised. He tried to look away, but her intoxicating scent appealed to his masculinity in ways he couldn't comprehend. "Yes... please?" he breathed, his voice sounding less like an answer and more like a plea for permission Her eyes glaz

Meanwhile, Tatsumi sat on the cold, musty ground of the dungeon. The air stunk heavily of rotten flesh and stagnant water, a stark contrast to the pine and earthy scent of the pack house above. In the dark corners of the cell lay piles of ancient bones, dark reminders of the prisoners who had come before her. The suffocating air forced her to press her face against the iron railings just to breathe in a draft of fresh air. It was still musty, but it was manageable. Just last night, she had fallen asleep dreaming of her upcoming wedding. She had seen Storm holding her in his large, protective arms, kissing her so tenderly she hadn't wanted to wake up. Yet, in a cruel twist of reality, he had burst into her room hours later, ordering for her to be thrown into prison for a heinous crime she knew absolutely nothing about. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion. As the Grand Heiress, she was meant to perform the pack ritual and bless those thirty precious pups. Now, they were all go

Tatsumi watched her sister closely, the crushing weight of the silver chains on her wrists completely forgotten as the pieces of the puzzle violently crashed together in her mind. The suffocating, musty air of the cell no longer mattered. The piles of ancient bones in the corner blurred into nothingness. The terrifying fear of being unjustly executed, of being dragged to the gallows for a slaughter she had absolutely nothing to do with sent a massive jolt of fury through her veins. It was an awakening, for someone who had spent twenty-five years being passive, submissive, and quiet. 'Why did Liora know the exact minutes the pups died before the pack healers even finalized the autopsies?' 'Why was she wandering the royal corridors so late, completely ignoring a childhood bedtime routine she had fiercely defended for over a decade?' 'Why was she so desperately, fiercely eager to point the finger, jumping to the conclusion without a single shred of hesitation?' The twisted logic

The wind roared in Roran’s ears as ascended, his knees almost giving away from running. He didn't care about the pain. He didn’t care about the fractured bones or the bruised muscles. His dark irises were locked entirely on the elevated wooden platform where Tatsumi knelt, her fragile body trembling under the weight of the silver suppression chains. He fought his way through the suffocating crowd like a man possessed, his massive shoulders throwing screaming pack members aside. He had to reach her. He had to stop this madness. "Get out of the way! Move!" Roran bellowed, his voice raw, flaring to clear a path. When he finally breached the perimeter of the royal guards and scrambled up the wooden steps of the scaffold, the sheer horror of Tatsumi's state struck him like a physical blow to the chest. It broke him completely. She was a shell of herself. Her knees were scraped and bleeding from being dragged across the rough wood. The heavy silver collar around her neck was biting d