All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

Draven Calder glanced sideways, his golden wolf eyes cool and unreadable as he rested his heavy chest against the elevated iron frame of the hospital bed."Thanks for stepping in, Lucien," he said quietly, his baritone voice carrying a low, dangerous vibration that made the air in the medical chamber hum.Lucien Mordane nodded toward Draven’s heavily bandaged right arm, where thick linen wrapped tight over cracked bone and shredded hide. "Do you need the Moon-healer to change those blood-soaked dressings anytime soon?"Draven murmured an affirmative, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line.Tavros Kane let out a long, dramatic sigh, slumping his broad shoulders as he leaned against the heavy stone wall. "You really went all out for a male who isn't even your marked mate, didn't you, Alpha? You were so terrified of Mireya getting mangled by that stray war-drone that you didn't even care about your own skin."The Wraithfang Recon Unit—complete with its heavy iron war-payload—weighed at least

Draven Calder sat motionless in his leather armchair, his golden eyes cold, unreadable, and completely void of warmth as he stared straight through me. His massive, muscular frame remained totally still, his posture rigid like an ancient stone monolith inside the high hall of the Bloodmoon Iron Hold. There was a lethal chill radiating off his massive wolf shoulders—aloof, towering, and utterly indifferent to my presence.I had already stated my position with absolute, razor-sharp clarity. I had zero intention of lingering in his space for another second. I turned on my heel, my boots clicking firmly against the polished flagstones as I walked toward the archway.Passing right by Mireya Duskrell, I did not even blink. My dark gaze remained locked straight ahead, cutting right past his delicate frame as if he were nothing more than a ghost in the corridor.Mireya frowned deeply, his grey eyes flashing with sharp irritation. He had clearly not expected me to brush past him with such icy

"You expect me to sign away my bloodline's freedom with your broken right hand?"I slammed my palms onto the cold iron table, the scent of fresh wolfsbane ink stinging my nostrils. Across from me, Draven Calder didn't so much as flinch. His dark silver eyes locked onto mine, dead and unreadable, mirroring the ruthless aura of the supreme Alpha sitting before his court."You will sign it, Lardon," Draven said, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrated through the floorboards. "Or the Calder Dominion pulls its perimeter guards from your family's eastern border by moonrise."My breath hitched, a sudden spike of panic clawing at my throat. My inner wolf thrashed against my ribs, desperate to tear past my skin and sink its fangs into his throat. He knew my weakness. He knew my brother, Zephan, was out on those borders right now, guarding our vulnerable packmates alongside his mate, Darius Fenrir. If the Dominion dropped their shields, the rogue packs would shred them both to pieces.I

"I never expected a Warwick pureblood to treat a male rogue like a human being," I said, leaning back against the wooden chair as the bitter herbal tea warmed my throat.Elias Warwick didn't flinch. His sharp grey eyes held mine across the table at the Frostveil teahouse, entirely untouched by the arrogant pack hierarchy that usually consumed high-ranking Alphas."I don't judge a wolf by his pack ties, Lardon," Elias replied smoothly, his voice low and grounding. "And I certainly don't take Tavros Kane's word as gospel."I remembered the brutal conflict at the Silverclaw Academy two winters ago. Tavros had tried to put his heavy, suffocating Alpha hands on me, and I’d drawn blood right in front of the entire student body. Elias had been standing in the shadows of the stone archway that day, watching the whole bloody mess. Tavros had dragged my name through the mud afterward, calling me an unhinged, dangerous male who needed to be put put down. Yet here Elias sat, completely unbothered

LARDON VEXLEY POVOrion Blackthorn's golden eyes flashed with cold, dangerous satisfaction as he folded his muscular arms across his dark leather chest. "Looks like Alpha Calder is going to pay your penalty fees now, Seymour. No wonder your tail is wagging so high today."Orion was not the slightest bit concerned that Seymour might leak the structural secrets of Nighthowl Systems' new war-arrays.Because—The true core runic matrices from our last successful launch belonged strictly to me.Only the highest-ranking engineers on our council held that classified knowledge. Minor officers like Seymour were kept completely in the dark.Seymour unclipped his silver identification badge from his tunic and set it on the oak desk with a heavy clatter. "I simply desire a higher seat in a sovereign pack, Master Blackthorn. I hope you and Master Vexley can understand."Who among our kind would refuse a permanent equity stake in a faction backed directly by the Supreme Alpha?Nighthowl Systems had