All Chapters of The Omega He Banished : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Reylap's POV "More?" I breathed the word against his lips, my heart thundering so loudly I was sure he could feel it through my ribs. "Eliott, I thought you were the one telling me to sleep." "I’m a liar," he growled, his hand sliding from my neck down to my waist, pulling me flush against his heat. "I’ve been trying to be a gentleman, Reylap. I’ve been trying to give you space because of the pregnancy, because of the stress, but if you look at me like that one more time, I’m going to lose my mind." "Then lose it," I whispered, my fingers tightening in his hair. "Please. I don't want space. I want you." He didn't need another invitation. Eliott flipped us in one fluid motion, pinning me beneath him against the pillows. His weight was a comfort, a heavy, solid reminder that he was mine. He attacked my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin near my scent gland, making me arch my back and cry out. "You’re so loud for someone who was supposed to be resting," he chuckled darkly a

Eliott's POV Reylap had been laughing just a second ago, the pink flush from Camille’s teasing still coloring her cheeks as she reached for a piece of toasted bread. Then, the laughter died. Her hand spasmed, dropping the bread onto the table, and her face went a sickly shade of grey. "Reylap?" I asked, my chair scraping harshly against the floor as I stood. "What is it?" She didn't answer. She doubled over, her hands flying to the underside of her heavy belly. A sharp, guttural cry tore from her throat, a sound of pure agony that made the hair on my neck stand up. "It hurts!" she gasped, her fingers clawing at the fabric of her shirt. "Eliott, something is—something is biting me! Inside! It’s biting me!" "Get Rika!" I roared, my voice booming through the dining hall. Camille was already on her feet, sprinting toward the door before I could even finish the command. Syrn sat frozen, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and something I couldn't decipher. I dropped to my knees beside h

Eliott's POV The air in the great hall was thick with the scent of roasted meat and the frantic, rhythmic pounding of drums. Music swelled, a wild tribal beat that seemed to pulse through the very floorboards."Look at them go!" I shouted over the din, gesturing toward the center of the hall.A group of Kinas had taken the floor, their movements a blur of synchronized precision and raw agility. They leaped and spun, competing in a display of strength that had the entire pack cheering. The joy was infectious. Even the most stoic of my warriors were grinning, their feet tapping to the rhythm."It’s beautiful, isn't it?" Camille asked, appearing at my side. She looked more relaxed than I’d seen her in weeks, her eyes bright behind her mask."It’s exactly what we needed," I replied, feeling a rare moment of peace. I scanned the crowd and spotted Reylap standing near a stone pillar, her hands clasped nervously. She looked breathtaking, but isolated. I started toward her, but Camille caugh

Reylap POV The heavy scent of the forest floor rushed past me, a blur of dark pines and damp earth. My lungs burned, each breath a searing rasp in my throat, but I couldn't stop. I shouldn't have been able to keep this pace—not with the weight I was carrying, the heavy pack of supplies thudding against my spine—but a primal, surging strength had taken over.*Push. Faster,* a voice that wasn't entirely mine snarled in the back of my mind.It was my wolf. She had surged to the surface, not fully shifting me, but threading her power through my muscles. My vision sharpened, the moonlight turning the forest into a high-contrast map of silver and shadow. I wasn't just running; I was predatory, eating the miles between the palace and Rika’s cottage."Almost there," I gasped, my voice a ragged growl. "I’m almost there."The small cottage appeared through the mist like a ghost. I didn't slow down. I vaulted over the low stone fence and hit the porch with a deafening crack. I didn't have the k

Eliott's POV I stood in the center of the war room, my hands braced against the map table, staring at the scattered herbs Reylap had thrown. The tension in my jaw was a dull ache that wouldn't quit. I hadn't even had time to process the look of pure betrayal she’d given me before the heavy oak doors burst open."Alpha!" Kaelen, my lead scout, was breathless, his chest heaving under his leather armor. "We have a situation at the northern border. Movement. A lot of it."I straightened, the anger at Reylap instantly cold-pressed into a hard, professional focus. "How many? Is it the neighboring packs pushing the boundary?""No, Alpha. Rogues," Kaelen spat the word like it was poison. "Dozens of them. They’re moving fast, crossing the river as we speak.""Rogues don't move in formations, Kaelen," I said, grabbing my heavy coat and snapping my belt into place. "Are they starving? If they’re looking for scraps, let the border patrol drive them back with a warning.""That’s just it, sir," Ka