All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Look at how the whole warrior crowd moves for his boots," Orion Greyclaw murmurs gayly, his eyes tracking the big entrance doors.The main pack crowd had barely glimpsed Draven Calder's arrival before a massive wave of warmth spread right through their ranks. Every high alpha warrior greeted his face enthusiastically, ushering his heavy frame and his pretty companion into the absolute heart of the grand hall.As their boots walked down the stone path, the compliments flowed out completely effortlessly from the elders' mouths. "Lady Seraph Kain and Master Calder make a truly stunning pair for the territory. Having your two high names here tonight is a massive honor for TerraCore Technologies.""Master Calder, Lady Seraph, please follow my paws—your front seats are completely ready by the fire."Suddenly, my own loud voice cuts right through the polite chatter, catching every single wolf completely off guard."Draven, my wolf needs a word with your face! Can your ears

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Master Crowbane, has my wolf offended your high face in some way?" my own tongue asks him directly, not backing down from his cold look for a single second.Even my wolf, with my usual quiet calm, feels a fast flash of total surprise and big annoyance at Aziel Crowbane's mean words. My mind genuinely does not understand why his beast holds my clothes in such total contempt. I look him straight in his gold eyes, keeping my voice super steady and calm.My gaze is as cold as winter frost on the trees, but my words never lose their even pace. There are zero sharp retorts from my mouth. No raised voice at all.But Aziel does not attribute my calm voice to a good temperament; in his high alpha mind, my wolf is simply too guilty to confront his shirt openly. After all, his own eyes had seen my body earlier—what his brain calls my seductive behavior around the high alphas."No, Master Vexley, your shirt and my line barely know each other," Aziel answers real curtly, his hea

LARDON VEXLEY POV"My eyes could never mistake that specific silver band on the stage screen," my own mouth whispers to the empty air.It was the ancient pack heirloom my grandma had given my mother, Winifred, winters ago—worn as a sacred wedding ring ever since. When the Crowbane family's territory resources hit a super rough patch, Darius Fenrir had sold the ring behind everyone's back to keep their pack line afloat. My mother had been completely heartbroken for months.Darius never consulted her heart. By the time Winifred realized the ring was gone from the drawer, it was far too late. No matter how many scouts searched the woods, it had vanished. That deep wound between my parents never quite healed, not even as their marriage finally unraveled into nothing. My grandma never spoke of it, but my wolf knew her mind still thought about that ring—my eyes could see the sad look in her face.And yet, after all these winters, fate had brought it straight back, right here at this high ch

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Draven Calder will not actually stand up and walk to those keys with her, will he?" Thalia Runehart says real fast, her fingers pressing into my white sleeve as her face looks super scared for my male pride. "That would give Mireya Duskrell the perfect chance to show his big wolf off right in front of your own eyes.""My tongue does not care what his boots do tonight, Thalia," my mouth answers her right away, keeping my voice real quiet and calm so the other warriors do not hear my chest shaking.My gold eyes watch the front row of seats as Mireya's voice fades away into the big hall. Every single warrior turns to look at Draven, their faces full of huge surprise and happy smiles. If the great alpha of the Calder Dominion truly says yes to her request, every single wolf in this room will think their ears are super lucky to hear it. My own head cannot help but look over at his big shoulders, and a super weird feeling creeps right into my skin. After three long winter

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Your alpha name better keep your big paws off my skin, Aziel," my mouth snaps out real fast, my gold eyes shooting a sharp look straight into his face.My head turns to look at Draven Calder, whose body stands off to the side of the dark hall with an expression as distant as the winter stars. Whatever bad words just passed between my tongue and Aziel, Draven’s beast couldn't have cared less about my safety. But my mind noticed a tiny thing—perhaps it was that specific word "mate" that Aziel's mouth had just thrown into the air. For a super short second, Draven’s thick brow twitches. Before his lips can speak a word, his phone buzzes loud in his black coat. His gold eyes glance down at the digital screen: Mireya Duskrell is calling his name. He answers the line right away, his whole alpha face turning super soft."Yeah, my boots will be back at the main pack house soon," Draven says into the phone.The fast change on his heavy face and the gentle tone in his deep voi