All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LARDON VEXLEY POV"I spent far too many winters playing a weak, compliant omega for the Harcourt pack, for Aziel Crowbane, and then for Draven Calder's sheets," my voice vibrates through the quiet library, my knuckles turning white as I grip the ancient leather-bound tome. "I am done letting superior Alphas dictate my territory and my body. It is time I hunt for myself, Orion."Orion Blackthorn pauses, his fierce gold eyes locking onto mine, his chest swelling with silent respect.Scholar Magnus Thornvale slams his heavy palm onto the oak table, letting out a deep, booming laugh that rattles the vials of glowing lunar-core fluids. "Now that is the raw Vexley bloodline talking! It is never too late to reclaim your fangs and master the Moon Scholar Rank, no matter which Alphas have tried to break your spirit. But do not think my training is a lazy run through the meadows, boy! I demand absolute blood-sweat in my laboratory, so do not go making promises your young bones cannot keep!""Ex

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Your little house-slave belongs in a breeding pen, not at our academic council," Tavros Kane snorts, his heavy Alpha scent thick with disdain as he takes his seat beside Draven Calder."His bloodline is none of your business, Tavros," Orion Greyclaw snaps back, his gay scent flaring furiously as he wraps a heavy arm around my waist, pulling my body tight against his side to stake a public claim. "Lardon holds more authority over Nighthowl Systems than any useless Alpha at this table."I feel Draven’s burning, possessive stare drilling into the back of my neck the second Orion’s fingers press into my belt, but I keep my jaw set and eyes straight ahead.Mireya Duskrell takes a delicate sip from his silver goblet, a graceful, innocent smile curving his lips as he lets the insult hang in the air without saying a word.Naylor Whitaker leans back in his carved chair, his lazy gold eyes drifting over my face. He glances at Draven, who is silently typing away on his comm-pa

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Five hundred million silver coins," Orion Greyclaw spat, slamming his fists onto his massive oak desk in the Nighthowl Systems war room. "That is the price of total military independence from the Calder Dominion. But every high council investor in the northern territories is terrifyingly scared to cross Alpha Draven Calder.""They are waiting for you to strip my name from the Lunarcore Innovation blueprints, Orion," I said quietly, my hand resting over the sharp, throbbing scar on my chest where Draven's mate mark used to burn. "They want Mireya Duskrell to take my place so the Dominion controls our borders."Orion leaned his massive, muscular frame over the table, his deep voice heavy with anger. "Mireya does not possess half your mind for Skyfang Rift Engineering, Lardon. Draven is using his position to crush you, and the council is letting him do it."I adjusted my heavy leather combat vest, my gold eyes locking onto Orion with dead, cold certainty. "What if I pu

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Let us make this interesting," Tavros Kane sneered, throwing his heavy broadsword onto the wooden table with a loud clatter. "Since we have two omegas present today, why not a small combat arch match to test our territory skills?"Draven Calder and Scholar Magnus Thornvale both looked up from their parchment scrolls.Lucien Mordane arched a dark eyebrow, his golden eyes filled with quiet curiosity. "What are you setting up now, Kane?"Tavros shot a loaded, mocking glance toward me, then turned his gaze to Mireya Duskrell. "Well, Master Duskrell is top-ranked from Shadowpine Lunar Institute. Let us see if Nighthowl Systems' new lead engineer can match him, or if he is just a useless mouth relying on Alpha Greyclaw."I froze with my cup halfway to my lips. Every dominant wolf at the high table had their eyes fixed directly on my face.Mireya let out a soft, melodic laugh, his sweet scent filling the air as he twirled a polished hunting bow between his manicured finger

LARDON VEXLEY POVThe ancient dragon-fire forges were already burning red across the northern territory, but Darius Fenrir couldn't stay quiet for another second.He spun around to face Thalia Raventhorne inside the high council pavilion. "What in the mother moon is happening with Nighthowl Systems? Who funded their vault?"Thalia didn't even look up from his tactical ledger. "What does it matter to you, Darius?"Darius growled, his golden eyes flashing with impatient Alpha heat. "Thalia, I am your brother by bloodline. You are part of the Raventhorne clan. Do you not think you should share a little inside intelligence? The Skyfang Rift Engineering project is about to secure the entire northern border. I want to buy into their research board and claim a stake."Thalia let out a cold, sharp laugh, tossing his stylus onto the stone table. "The moment the territory kill is brought down, you cannot wait to sink your fangs into it, can you? Now you want to swoop in with your pack silver? Y