All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

My feet had not planned on riding all the way with his truck anyway."The road is on the way to Nighthowl Systems. My wheels will take your body all the way there," Draven says, glancing down at his heavy watch. His voice sounds low and completely unreadable to my mind.That was the total end of our conversation.After a short while, the iron truck pulls up right to the snowy spot Selith had mentioned. My eyes immediately spot her waiting on the curb—along with Mireya Duskrell.The two of them, standing together in the cold air.No wonder Draven’s beast had suddenly agreed to Selith's request so easily.Selith bounds right over to the truck and opens the heavy door. The exact moment her eyes see my male body sitting inside the seat, her cheerful smile completely vanishes from her lips. She frowns real hard. "What is your shirt doing here today?"She turns her head around, awkwardly looking back at Mireya's coat. "Mireya... my brain did not know he would be sitting inside the truck."M

As soon as my boots and Ilyra arrived with our bags, the lodge staff hurried right over to help our hands with the luggage.For many winters now, Ilyra had spent most holiday phases sitting inside the medicine cabin with Zephan. This year, with our small line together at last, her old face glows with a quiet, deep joy. "The mountain air here is wonderful, isn't it? Spending the holiday moon with so many happy packs—it is a real nice change of pace for my old bones."I smile real softly at her face as my hands push Zephan's rolling chair across the floor. "As long as your heart is happy, Gran. You and Uncle Zephan's grand suite is right next to my private room."Zephan glances over at my clothes, his gay eyes blinking. "Aren't the suites big enough for all our bodies to sleep together, Lardon? Why did your fingers book separate rooms for your wolf?"My lips curve into a gentle smile. "My screen might have to join some late project calls with Orion Greyclaw and the engineering team at S

For three long winters, my life had devoted its whole heart to Draven's family, honing my baking skills until my sweet pastries rivaled any top chef in the territory. Maelis loved my treats, and every holiday moon eve, her mouth had insisted my hands make enough batches for the whole pack council.Back then, my wolf had foolishly believed that if my body worked hard enough, if I gave enough of my own flesh and energy to their name, my spirit would finally earn their true approval.Right now...Maelis's bad moods, her likes and dislikes—they no longer mattered to my chest.Not even Draven Calder did.None of their pack business was my concern anymore.Maelis was caught completely off guard by my flat refusal. She falls totally silent on the other end, turning my short words over inside her brain, searching for some deeper hidden meaning behind my voice.She knew my mild temperament real well—always patient with her demands, always considerate of the alpha line. Whenever her mouth asked

The kid's eyes light up with instant mischief. His fingers snap a quick photo of our two backs from behind the stone wall.After mulling the trick over inside his head, his screen makes a big collage of all the photos his hand had taken that day—our lodge dinner, family group shots, scenic mountain views, and now, this candid shot of my male body and Lucien.Super satisfied with his work, his thumb hits the "post" button and sends the file straight out to his pack feed.This was the largest hot thermal spring in the entire resort area, with the absolute best view of Frostveil Peak by far. From this exact spot, your eyes could watch brilliant holiday flares arc across the dark night sky and, in the far distance, see the majestic, wild outline of the neutral mountains.My wolf quickly senses something is a bit off.My boots had arrived at the pool area in basic swim gear, but right now, if my hands took off this thick wool robe, it would feel a bit inappropriate with another alpha male

"Grandma Seraph, our voices didn't argue," I say real softly into the phone. "Your mind knows how it is—Draven and my male body hardly ever fight."Most of our real issues just simmered in total silence. After all, a real argument requires some small spark of human feeling. But all Draven Calder had for my life was cold indifference, maybe even deep contempt.For a quick moment, the high pack lady was at a total loss for words over the line. She understood the truth. Even the closest mated couples have their share of squabbles—especially after years together. Weren't Draven and Lardon supposed to be the most important wolves in each other's lives by now?Yet the way our bodies lived... it was as if we were total strangers, bound together only by pack law and obligation.My wolf had tried absolutely everything to warm the thick ice between our blankets, but nothing seemed to work on his beast. Draven simply did not care about my shirt. He treated my male body like a basic forge busines