Todos os capítulos de Rogue's Omega: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

The old councils had sent everything they had. Not just soldiers—beasts, constructs, things that weren't wolf or human. And at their head, a figure in a gray cloak. Voss. Still alive. Still fighting.I felt the assault through the suspended bond web like a drumbeat of terror. The valley above us was burning. The white forest screamed, its glowing trees pulsing with frantic light as the creatures Voss had brought tore through the undergrowth. They weren't wolves. They weren't even animals. They were things made of shadow and teeth, constructs of dark magic that had no minds to reach, no bonds to feel.Ilyra stood at the mouth of the pass with her blade drawn, her white wolf flickering under her scarred skin. The defenders had been fighting for six days, and they were exhausted beyond reason. Orin could barely lift his sword. Maren's shattered collarbone had turned her left arm useless. Serin's broken arm hung in its sling, and her ear was a crusted wound. But they stood. All of them."

I could kill him. I should kill him. But I'd spent my whole life being what other people wanted. I wasn't going to let Voss turn me into a killer too. My spirit-wolf stood over him in the trampled snow, my jaws still wet with his blood, my body blazing with the Luminara's silver fire. Every instinct I had screamed for vengeance. This man had tried to burn me alive. He had stabbed me on the Conclave platform. He had stolen thirty years of my aunt's life, harvested children from the Delta, and built an empire of suffering that stretched back decades. If anyone deserved death, it was Aldric Voss. But I had spent my whole life being what other people wanted. The weak omega who couldn't shift. The bait they threw away. The weapon they tried to forge. I had been shaped by other people's expectations since the day I was born. I wouldn't let Voss shape me into a killer too. I released him and stepped back. My spirit-wolf's form shimmered, fading at the edges, but I held myself steady. The d

The valley behind us was no longer white. The trees had turned green, ordinary, their glow faded. The Luminara's sleep was over, and the forest was just a forest now.I rode at the front of the column with Bastian on one side and Kellan on the other. Archer was a few paces behind, his healer's hands still glowing faintly from the effort of mending the wounded during the battle. The morning sun was warm on my face, and the air smelled like pine and damp earth instead of silver light and ancient magic. It was strange. Disorienting. Like waking from a dream that had lasted seven days."The forest is sleeping now," Ilyra said, and she pulled her horse alongside mine. She looked different. Stronger. The frailty that had clung to her since her rescue from the Thornhaven vault was still there, but it was fading. Her gold eyes were bright, and her white wolf flickered under her skin with a restless energy. "I can feel it. The trees are just trees again. They'll wake if they're needed, but for

Bastian closed his eyes and tracked a sparrow across the entire territory. "It's nesting in the old bell tower. Three eggs. One of them is cracked."The training grounds were quiet in the early morning light. A light frost still clung to the grass, and the air was sharp with the promise of approaching winter. I stood near the weapons rack with Kellan at my side, watching my alpha mate do something that should have been impossible.Archer lowered the bandage he had been rolling. "You can hear a sparrow's eggs from three miles away?""I can hear the heartbeat of the chick inside the cracked egg. It's struggling to hatch. The mother is distressed." Bastian opened his eyes, and his gold gaze was distant. Focused on something far beyond the training grounds. "I could track it if I wanted to. I could find that nest in complete darkness, through a blizzard, with my eyes closed.""That's incredible," I said. "And also slightly terrifying."Bastian's mouth curved. "I'm still getting used to it

"I'm tired," I admitted. "I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of being the one who has to solve everything. I just want to watch my children grow up."The words fell out of me before I could stop them. We were alone in our quarters, the fire burning low in the hearth, the children asleep in the next room. Bastian sat in the chair by the window, his gold eyes reflecting the firelight. Kellan was at his desk, a map of the southern territories spread before him. Archer was on the couch beside me, his warm hand resting on my knee.It was Archer who spoke first. "You've been carrying too much. You've been carrying too much for years.""I don't know how to stop. Every time I think we've won, something else rises. Voss. The Frostborn. The old councils. Now the Shade." I pressed my palms against my eyes until I saw stars. "I woke the Luminara because I thought it would end the fighting. Instead, it just opened another door."Bastian shifted in his chair, and the old wood creaked under his weight