Lahat ng Kabanata ng Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Aziel!" Mireya Duskrell’s ecstatic voice sliced through the air like a silver whip. His designer boots clicked sharply against the stone path as he bypassed me completely, launching himself into Aziel’s muscular chest. Aziel caught him on pure reflex, steadying the high-ranking submissive wolf against his scarred frame as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Do you have any idea how many moons I’ve counted the sky waiting for this day?" Mireya purred, fierce possessiveness dripping from every word. "If those gates hadn’t opened, my sire would have dragged me north to bond with some foreign Alpha!" Aziel’s dark amber eyes locked onto Mireya’s flawless face. A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips as the smaller wolf pressed their mouths together in a heated kiss. "That frantic for my scent, little bird? Tell your driver to wait beyond the boundary. I’ll deliver your sire a personal tribute myself." Mireya laughed melodically, winding his arms tighter around Aziel’s nec

"Where is the omega stray, Lardon Vexley?" Selith Vayne barked, sauntering into the private room and dropping his leather hunting pouch onto the wolf-furs without a second thought.I slowly pulled my hands away from my tunic, tracking the seventeen-winter-old beta who was all clumsy limbs and arrogant amber eyes. Draven Calder adjusted the heavy iron throat-guard of his armor, casting a chilling glance toward his younger brother. "Is that the manner of greeting taught by the pack mentors, Selith?"Selith bared his small fangs in a pout. "You harbor zero affection for his presence, Alpha, so why should my tongue recognize him as the lodge master?"The high-matron of the Calder Dominion had drummed the rhetoric into the pack's ears often enough—Lardon was a low-tier wolf who had married up into the ruling lineage, clawing his way into the obsidian fortress where he ought to live in absolute servitude. The elders had a definitive title for an omega of that status.A glorified kennel keep

"Mireya Duskrell just cleared the Alpha-Prime's inner chamber, Lord Vexley," Ronzek Hale rumbled, his thick bared arms crossed over his chest as two lower-ranking omegas from the clerical circle scrambled to gather Mireya’s velvet traveling satchel. "High Matron Seraph Kain sent word that Alpha-Prime Calder is already holding the mid-day feast in the ceremonial great hall. He commanded us to escort Mireya the moment his spirit was rested from the border flight.""And here is the warm, spiced bone-broth Master Calder personally steeped for your journey, Moon Scholar Duskrell, so your beast may savor the essence on the path," another pack assistant whined, bowing low.Mireya’s delicate, sharp features wore only the faintest shadow of a superior smile as he accepted the submission of the dominion's hunters with practiced aristocratic grace. He radiated the calm, terrifying confidence of a high-born submissive who belonged exactly at the right hand of the throne, with every wolf in the st

"No need to adjust the territory arrangements, Alpha-Prime. My wolf is vacating the ridge," I stated, the patience in my chest worn down to raw bone. I possessed absolutely zero interest in lingering near their hearth to be a ghost at their mating feast.But as I swung my travelling cloak over my shoulders, a heavy, iron-grip closed firmly around my bare wrist. Draven Calder’s arctic gaze remained unbothered, his dominance pressing lightly against my pulse. "Your beast remains here, Lardon. I will relocate my furs to the lower levels."I bared my teeth, my lip curling as I prepared to wrench my flesh from his claws, but Draven released his hold first, deliberately widening the physical distance between our packs. "If your scent vanishes from the mountain now, the deception will be impossible to explain to the High Matron when she queries the patrol logs."So that was the true metric of this arrangement. I stared at him, my inner wolf letting out a silent, incredulous snarl. "You comma

"My inner wolf is merely shifting its tracking hours, Ilyra, nothing more," I stated, forcing my jaws to close evenly around the roasted bone marrow as the silver-rot vibrated like cold needles through my core. "The Frostfang Data Nexus required consecutive night patrols this moon cycle, and skipping meat rations became a habit."I had dropped a massive percentage of my physical mass since the rot took root in my veins. My natural appetite was entirely spent, and my body struggled to process any heavy proteins, but neither Draven nor Aziel had bothered to check the state of my health during the border campaigns.Only my grandmother, the single entity who truly guarded my spirit with uncorrupted pack loyalty, could detect the sickness beneath my scent markers within a single glance.But my tongue refused to pass the burden to her mind.Ilyra had survived too many winters, and after the death of my dam, her old heart was too fragile to endure another structural tragedy within our lineag