All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lardon Vexley POV"The old master put on a big show today, barking questions about your Nighthowl Systems project," Orion Greyclaw says over my device around noon. "Truth is, his wolf is just curious about your design direction now that you are sharpening your claws again. Pull your weapon blueprints together and fling them into his digital scroll. His brain won't be able to resist."My inner wolf jumps up. This is the perfect path to clear the air with the old scholar. If Magnus Thornvale can see the weapon power I can build right now, maybe his wolf will finally let go of the deep grudge he is holding against me.But my paws shake with nerves. Winters ago, I had my heart set on entering his top-rank Moon Scholar program—until the world cracked open. I threw my whole career into the mud to save Aziel Crowbane from the council, only to end up traded off to the Calder Dominion like a piece of cheap pack property, losing my entire future.I do not stop to cry about the past. I pack up e

Lardon Vexley POV"The old Luna ate three full bowls of meat broth tonight, Lardon, her wolf spirit is coming back fast," the kitchen servant says, wiping a wooden spoon.The heavy clay pot I left boiling over the fire is completely empty now. Even Draven Calder dipped his spoon in for a second help. I do not feel surprised by his big appetite; his alpha tongue always loved the wild mountain roots I throw in the soup.When the sun drops behind the trees, Draven stands up and steps out onto the stone patio to speak into his device. I let five minutes tick away, then my boots follow his tracks outside.I find him leaning against the stone pillar, blowing gray smoke from a fire-weed stick. I wrap my thick leather blazer tight against the winter wind and walk straight into his space. "Do you have a free minute, Alpha?"My wolf needs to talk to his face about running the big memorial hunt for my mother next week.When his eyes catch my vest moving in the dark, Draven turns his smoking stic

Lardon Vexley POV"The healing wing for old wolves is just past the back clinic garden, Lardon," the chief clerk says as I walk up to the iron counter.My paws are shaking real bad from the radiation light beam, but I still slide twenty thousand pack credits across the wood to pay for my uncle's bed.The second my name is signed on the sheepskin scroll, the nurse wolf looks up at my vest. "Male Vexley, would your wolf mind moving Mr. Emile to a completely different corner of the lodge?"My ears twist back, my chest getting tight. "Move his body?"The nurse wolf speaks real fast, trying to look friendly. "A powerful alpha just came in and showed a giant interest in your uncle's stone room. They want to talk about trading spaces with you, and their pack is ready to pay any resource price your mouth asks for."This is the top-rank healing lodge in Bloodmoon Iron Hold, after all. High requests from big wolves are always handled with trades and credits.I pull my eyebrows together, my wolf

Lardon Vexley POV"My wolf body feels a tiny bit better now, Uncle Emile," I whisper, tucking his heavy wolf-skin blankets right under his chin.I stay by his high cot until the noon meat is cold, waiting for the burning sickness from the radiation light beam to stop twisting my guts, and then my boots run back to Nighthowl Systems to lock up my tech scrolls.Draven Calder has not sent a single text to my device.The next sun arrives.Just as my fingers are about to shut down my design slate at the end of the shift, my grandmother clicks my line. "Lardon, my beautiful boy, what time are your boots leaving the tech office?""My claws are just closing the file, Grandma," I say, packing my vest."Perfect! I ordered Draven to drive his pack vehicle right to your gate. Run down to his seat after work, I need both of my boys inside the mansion for a major family talk."My eyelids blink real fast, my wolf feeling totally shocked. "Grandma, actually my paws have—""His iron wheels are already

Lardon Vexley POV"Are your old eyes satisfied now, Luna?" Draven Calder says, pulling his thick wrist back with a fast, cold shake before giving our grandmother a flat look.The heavy bands of worry on the old woman's face loosen up a bit, but her hand still waves at a kitchen servant, who trots over right away carrying a smoking clay mug. "Chirp down this vital pack broth, boy. It is good for your inner beast's hunting blood."Seeing how stubborn her old jaw is set, Draven does not waste his breath fighting her mouth. He does not even ask what wild roots the medicine wolf mashed into the liquid—he just lifts the clay mug and gulps the bitter juice down his throat in one massive hit.A bright, happy smile splits across our grandmother's wrinkled face, looking totally pleased. She turns her eyes straight to where my boots are glued to the stone floor, my mind drifting away in dark circles. "Lardon? Step over here, my beautiful boy. Let Elder MacLeod press his thumbs against your wrist