Semua Bab The Omega's Thirty-Billion Debt: Bab 11 - Bab 20

"You are out of your mind, Nyla!" Ronan roared, slamming both fists onto the stone strategy table so hard the heavy oak groaned under his strength. "You can’t just resign! You signed a five-year service pledge to the Ashclaw Pack!""Read section four of that pledge, Ronan," I replied, my voice chillingly smooth as my inner wolf bared her teeth, humming with lethal satisfaction. "The moment you brought an external PR head into the Mooncrest Dominion without unanimous board consent, my contract was legally nullified under pack territory law. I am a free agent."Seraphine’s delicate, painted face twisted with panic, her fake, innocent front slipping for a fraction of a second. "Ronan... what is she talking about? She can't take her security clearance! If she revokes her network access, who is going to handle my image release for the birth-moon celebration?"Julia stepped forward, her dark eyes flashing with sharp irritation as she sneered at me. "Do not let this unbonded brat threaten yo

Pack law dictates the transfer, Selene," I said, my voice cutting through the tension of the Alpha Citadel’s side lobby like a drawn blade. "Your brother signed the territory release forms himself."Selene Thornmoon scoffed, her fingers twitching near her belt where her bone dagger hung. "My brother was coerced! The Ashclaw Pack doesn't cede border territory to a discarded she-wolf who carries no mark. Hand over the ledger.""The ledger stays with me," I replied, holding the leather-bound book firmly against my ribs. "Garrick Wolfhart stamped this with the Grand Wolf Assembly's seal twenty minutes ago. If you want the land back, take it up with the Council."Selene’s eyes flashed a dangerous, predatory amber as her inner wolf growled, the vibration rattling through the polished stone beneath our feet. "You think because you survived the rejection you can stand tall in Moonhaven Ridge? You’re an unmarked omega without a pack house to shelter you. You’re nothing, Nyla.""I am the she-wo

The next evening, the Silverclaw pack warriors gathered at the Grand Timber Keep.It was eight o'clock when the Blood Moon rose, signaling the start of the ceremony.Though the gathering was just beginning, most of the pack's powerful Alpha figures had already arrived. Inside the high stone hall, decorated with iron torches and fresh wolf furs, dozens of warriors clinked bone goblets under the glowing braziers.Tonight, Seraphine Blackthorn wore a lilac silk tunic that clung tight to her waist, showing off her curves. The hem stopped just above her boots, layered with soft fur that swept the stone floor as she walked.She moved through the crowd with a silver goblet of mead, flashing a sharp, triumphant smile at every high-ranking wolf she passed.Subtle whispers rippled through the hall."Seraphine carries herself like a true Luna," an old warrior muttered. "No wonder Alpha Ronan Ashclaw favors her.""She has the backing of both the Blackthorn line and the Ashclaws," another added. "

"It is Supreme Alpha Lord Magnus of the Saltwood Moonfang Pack!"The chaotic roar inside the Saltwood Alpha Keep instantly died, the air thick with tension as the crowd parted like frightened cattle. At the end of the grand hall, a imposing silhouette stepped into the torchlight, radiating pure, suffocating Alpha power.My entire body shuddered, my vision blurring as my golden eyes widened.Magnus Saltwood walked with deliberate, predatory speed. His dark, almond-shaped eyes burned like cold midnight jade, his arched brow sharp enough to cut through glass. Behind him stood Beta Commander Garrick, flanked by heavily armed Saltwood pack enforcers who sealed the grand entrance. Garrick stepped forward alone, delivering a golden ceremonial offering to the pack steward before falling back."Supreme Alpha Lord Magnus... why is he here?" a low-ranking wolf whispered, his voice trembling across the stone hall. "He never attends ancestral gatherings outside his own territory!"The entire assem

"It was yellow snake grass laced with mountain wolfsbane," Healer Wills said, packing her silver needles back into her leather kit. "It locks the vocal cords and suppresses her internal wolf so she cannot shift, but the paralysis fades as her blood purges the toxin."Magnus Saltwood nodded once, his golden eyes cold as glacier ice as he signaled Beta Commander Garrick Wolfhart to escort the healer out of the Alpha Citadel.When the heavy oak door clicked shut, the chamber fell dead silent.Nyla Ravensalt lay still beneath the heavy furs on the massive carved bed, her breathing slow and steady, her pale skin still holding a faint, rosy flush from the lingering heat.Magnus stood watching her for a long beat. He turned without a word and walked into the adjoining washroom.A few seconds later, the rush of cold spring water echoed from the stone basin.Nyla fluttered her dark lashes open, her gaze tracking his towering shadow as he re-entered the bedchamber."You need to cool your blood