All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

LARDON VEXLEY POVI knew the matriarch had always favored my cooking over the heavy, unseasoned roast meats prepared by the manor slaves.After simmering the nutrient bone broth over the hearth fire to a rich, golden perfection, I sat at Ilyra Moonveil’s bedside, feeding her spoonful by spoonful as we spoke of the old border wars. When the wooden bowl was scraped clean, the matriarch patted my hand gently and instructed me to fetch an ancestral birth-moon offering from the private quarters I used to share with Draven Calder.As I descended into the lower living chamber, I caught sight of Draven sitting at the long oak table, quietly finishing a bowl of the exact same broth I had brewed, his claws scrolling through tactical scrolls on a glowing glass slate. He ate with the same terrifying, disciplined restraint he brought to the battlefield, not a single drop spilling onto the carved table.My wolf stirred with cold irritation at the sight of him eating my food.He had returned to the

LARDON VEXLEY POVDraven Calder finally pulled a thin dried stem of blue mountain root from his belt and ignited it with a spark of lightning magic.Tavros Kane rubbed his clawed chin, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling whisper. "You are not seriously planning to march Lardon into Lord Thornvale’s birth-moon feast, are you? That high hall will be packed with every Warlord and Clan Chief across the seven territories. Walking in beside him is the same as declaring him the absolute Sovereign Luna of the Calder Dominion. If you ask my opinion..."He shot Draven a suspicious look, his wolf eyes glinting under the torchlight. "Lardon would leap at the chance to claim his rightful throne beside you in front of the entire High Council. Is that not what every unbonded mate wants? I bet my entire pack yield that when the horn blows, you will not even need to send a rider for him. He will show up at your gates waiting to walk at your shoulder." Tavros let out a harsh grunt, speaking from de

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Draven Calder brought Mireya Duskrell on his arm to the Grand Council Feast!"Orion Greyclaw's golden wolf eyes flashed with a lethal, amber fury as his broad chest heaved against his dark slate battle tunic. "So from the very beginning, when he demanded you present yourself at Lord Thornvale's ancestral feast, he had already intended to parade Mireya as his primary consort before the elders! If I had not offered to escort you as my chief strategist, you would be standing in the middle of the Great Sovereign Hall entirely unbacked. If any Warlord asked whose flag you were under, you wouldn't even be able to claim a pack!"Every wolf in this grand stone courtyard was a warrior of severe importance—the true Alpha bloodlines and military minds of the seven territories.And Draven’s chosen escort? Mireya.With our formal severance contract sitting unsealed before the High Elders, I would have been stripped of all rank, forced to watch Draven stand before the council wit

"Consider it a favor repaid," Lucien Mordane murmured, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable weight as he stepped back into the shadows of the feast hall.I did not think I was close enough to Lucien to linger any longer in his presence. Once we cleared up the tactical terms, I gave a polite, stiff nod and turned on my heavy boot heel, walking away into the vast stone corridors.Lucien watched my retreating figure for a long moment, the absolute decisiveness of my stride leaving him with a complex, unreadable expression as his gaze drifted across the crowded room toward Mireya Duskrell.The ancestral stronghold of the Thornvale Pack was massive, its towering arched hallways stretching into the black heart of the mountain.With minutes to spare before the formal summit, I wandered through the outer gallery, but a sudden, violent chill crept into my hands and clawed feet, leaving my core feeling deeply unwell. My wolf stirred weakly beneath my ribs, whining in reaction to t