Semua Bab Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Bab 31 - Bab 40

"Hey, Lardon Vexley does not care about you at all, Jarrod!" I laugh really loud and take a big drink of my mountain root beer. "Look at him. He is just using Orion Greyclaw to make your inner wolf mad.""He is doing all those fake tricks to show he can find other alpha males," Tavros Kane whispers to Draven Calder while we sit by the big fire pit. "He wants you to run back to his territory.""Mireya is way better and smarter," Mireya Duskrell giggles softly, holding his head up high like a proud scholar wolf."Your deer meat is getting totally cold, Tavros. Why don't you shut your mouth and eat?" I snap really fast, pushing two big wooden sticks of hot mountain beef right into his face so he stops talking bad about Lardon."The Nighthowl Systems pack is getting super strong these days," Draven Calder says, ignoring everyone else while he watches Orion Greyclaw pour a big cup of sweet berry juice for Lardon. "I heard your squad signed three new border contracts, Orion?""We are doing

Lucien Mordane POV"There is absolutely zero data left for my wolf to process with your line, Lucien," Lardon Vexley says, keeping his male voice completely flat as he looks at me."That is exactly the answer my beast expected from your boots," I reply, pressing my lips together as my gay instincts flare up. "Glad to hear it.""Is there any secondary tactical requirement your vanguard demands from my station, Mr. Mordane?" Lardon asks, his golden eyes reflecting the cold winter stars."No, that is the entire perimeter check," I say, shaking my head. "I will leave your masculine form in peace.""Is that your private leather tent, Warlord Calder?" Mireya Duskrell’s velvet voice floats through the dark trees, filled with high-frequency laughter as I watch from the shadows."The entry flaps are cleared, Mireya," Draven Calder’s deep baritone rumbles, his massive, broad-shouldered alpha frame ducking inside the insulated hide structure first, with the scholar sliding right behind his cloak

Lardon Vexley POV"Is that your communications device buzzing at this hour?" Mireya Duskrell asks, her voice cutting through the early morning fog on the open frequency."The audio feed is locked," I growl, my knuckles turning white as Draven Calder’s massive, fur-lined arm wraps around my chest from behind."Give me the transmission link, Lardon," Draven commands. His deep baritone rumbles against my spine as his heavy warrior frame pulls my back tightly into his solid chest."No," Draven speaks directly into the receiver, his amber eyes flashing with absolute dominance as he strips the crystal from my grip."Then explain why your male mate is answering your private line while the pack guards are watching," Mireya snarls, the communication link crackling with intense fury before Draven severs the feed with a sharp flick of his wrist."I will handle her frequency later," Draven murmurs, releasing his grip and stepping back to give my male frame physical space."My apologies, Warlord C

Lardon Vexley POV"The High Master has not sent a single communication rune back to my network," I tell Orion Greyclaw, my fingers tightening around my leather armor plates as we pace the main hall of Nighthowl Systems. "He is probably still furious with my winter choices.""Magnus Thornvale does not soften his spirit overnight, Lardon," Orion replies, his gay voice carrying a soft, sympathetic tone. "Hearts that turn cold inside the pack require time to melt again.""I understand that freezing weight all too well," I mutter, thinking of the three winters my wolf spent locked inside Draven Calder's indifferent cabin."Warlord Calder, your escort unit has arrived at the valley gates," a fortress guard announces a watch later, throwing the iron doors open as Draven strides into the assembly hall.I freeze as Draven's sharp amber eyes lock onto my male form, his gaze unusually heavy and unreadable today, completely devoid of his usual dismissive glare."Why is Mireya Duskrell not trailin

Lardon Vexley POV"Are you trying to faint into the snow again, Lardon?" Lucien Mordane asks, catching my shoulder."I am fine," I say, pulling away from his grip. My heart is beating too fast and my chest feels tight."Does Alpha Draven know your inner wolf is sick?""Do not speak his name to me," I snap.I do not sleep at all that night.When the sun comes up, my bones feel heavy and my fur feels itchy with fear. The big problem with my mother's sacred grounds is like a silver blade hanging over my neck. I can cannot ignore it. I have to fix this myself before the Calder Dominion rips my life apart.I use my device to call Draven Calder. It rings and rings. He does not answer. He just does not care."I am going straight to the Calder Dominion territory," I tell myself.I walk into the giant pack house. I worked for this pack for three years. The guard at the front gate knows my face. I call Ronzek Hale up in the high executive office. His voice sounds like ice cubes in a cup. "Alpha