All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LARDON VEXLEY POVOrion Blackthorn could not hide the violent twitch in his jaw as he took in the full extent of the betrayal.He had assumed Draven Calder had brought Mireya Duskrell to the pack hall merely to consult on minor territorial maps, at most. He never imagined the high Alpha had his sights set on stealing the Chieftain’s coveted apprenticeship slot.Orion’s golden eyes flicked instantly toward me, heavy with concern.That high-ranking position as Chieftain Magnus Thornvale’s sole scholar had always been carved out for me.Yet here was Draven, using all his resources and political weight, swooping in at the final hour to tear it away and hand it to his secret lover.I swallowed down the sudden metallic taste of raw anger, forcing my wolf to stay quiet under my ribs. My eyes remained cool, steady, and dead as I looked at the two of them standing side by side.I gave a subtle, sharp tug on Orion’s heavy leather sleeve, signaling for him to keep his fangs hidden.Mireya looked

LARDON VEXLEY POVWhen we pulled into the courtyard of the Frostfang healing sanctuary, Lucien Mordane cut the vehicle's engine and turned his head toward me. I had dropped off into a light sleep, but even in rest, my brow stayed tight, my wolf pacing nervously beneath my ribs as if senses refused to calm down.He hovered in the seat beside me, hesitant to cross the space between us.Instead of touching me to wake me up, he just waited in silence, his heavy breathing filling the quiet cabin.My wolf stirred instantly at the break in motion, and my eyes snapped open.I glanced at the illuminated glyph on the dash, my face immediately smoothing into a cold mask. "Thank you for the ride," I said, keeping my voice clipped and distant.I shoved the heavy iron door open and stepped out into the freezing night.Lucien gave a single nod, his dark eyes locked on me as I marched up the stone steps into the apothecary vaults.When I emerged ten minutes later clutching the sealed satchel of moon-

LARDON VEXLEY POVOrion was fuming.When he went to retrieve the ceremonial moon-cake, the roast pit out back had been a riot of raucous laughter and boasting. Draven was there, surrounded by Mireya, Tavros, and the rest, everyone acting like they ruled the entire frost territory without a care in the world. Orion had overheard a piece of gossip from Lucien Mordane of the Nighthowl Systems: apparently, Mireya had spotted magical fireworks going off over the frozen harbor, got a gleam in his eye, and Draven—always the attentive Alpha—had paid a fortune to launch a full sky-fire display just for his new lover.Everyone was orbiting their precious new star.Did Draven even remember today was my sacred birth-moon?How could he be out there, playing the attentive Alpha to another male on his mate's birth-moon?I watched the magical fireworks blaze across the icy night sky, their colors reflecting like shattered dreams in my eyes. The spectacle outside brought back memories I had shoved int

LARDON VEXLEY POVWhether it was myself or Mireya, Lady Maelis treated both of us with the same distant, razor-sharp courtesy—as if neither male was truly worth her personal attention.Draven caught the subtle shift in Maelis's expression before responding coolly, "Lardon has always carried himself with dignity. You do not need to worry about him causing a scene."Only if he were truly pushed to the brink would Lardon ever make trouble. Otherwise, he would never air his grievances in front of the pack elders.Maelis hesitated, but in the end, she accepted her son's assessment.She fixed her gaze on Draven and asked, "Have you made up your mind? Mireya's standing at the Shadowpine Lunar Institute really is impressive. In his field of high-tier rune research, warriors are watching him closely, and there is every chance he could rise all the way to the High Council. But his family background is rather ordinary—no pack territory, no noble bloodline to speak of."Maelis had already looked

LARDON VEXLEY POVI placed the top ranking mark across my parchment scroll, the gold ink reflecting the harsh light of the war room.If things had played out differently—if I had surrendered my rank to remain bound as Alpha Calder’s quiet Luna—Chieftain Magnus Thornvale would have roared until he choked on his own blood pressure brew.Back when I was still unranked at the Silverclaw Academy, the Crowbane pack Elders never cared about my technical drafts. After I was bound into the Calder Dominion, they ignored my mind entirely. To them, I was just like my uncle Emile—obsessed with fundamental rune physics, a field they deemed useless to the expansion of pack territory.Once the mating mark was carved onto my neck, my worth to the Alpha elders boiled down to a single question: when would I yield and provide a bloodline heir for the Calder Dominion?Eventually, even my intellect had to be put through pack trials to confirm my bloodline was "qualified" before I could be trusted to carry