Semua Bab The Omega He Banished : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Reylap's POV"Seraphina, look at me," I commanded, my voice tight with a desperate edge. I reached out, my fingers hovering just inches from her trembling shoulder. "You’ve already told me this much. You can’t stop now. Who is looking for me? What name are you afraid to speak?""I won't say a word," she whimpered, her voice cracking as she pressed her face further into the pillow. "I can't. If I tell you, I’m as good as dead. They see everything. They hear everything.""I am the Luna of this pack," I said, trying to ground my voice in an authority I didn't entirely feel. "I can protect you. Eliott can protect you. But I need the truth." I let my hand drop, making firm contact with her arm to draw her attention back to me.The moment my skin touched hers, a violent, sickening jolt shot through my palm. It wasn't just heat—it was a repulsive, oily surge of energy that felt like a physical blow to my chest. "Get back!" Seraphina shrieked, but the sound was strangled.I was thrown backwa

Reylap's POV The air in the Great Hall was thick with the scent of unwashed fur and rotting patience. Every time I walked through the corridors, I felt the weight of a dozen different gazes pressing into my skin, none of them friendly. The visiting Alphas were no longer even pretending to be guests; they were vultures circling a wounded beast."How long are we expected to wait for a resolution, Eliott?" Alpha Vance’s voice boomed from the center of the courtyard as I rounded the corner. "You have a dead servant, a poisoned High Priestess, and a Luna who spends more time playing detective than producing an heir."I froze behind a stone pillar, my hand instinctively dropping to my swollen stomach. "Watch your tone, Vance," Eliott growled, his voice vibrating with a low, dangerous frequency. "This is my pack. My business.""It becomes our business when your incompetence puts the northern territories at risk," another voice chimed in—Alpha Kael of the Iron-Claw pack. "The rumors are spr

Reylap POvThe smell of burning flesh and cedarwood hung heavy over the courtyard, a cloying, oily scent that made my stomach churn. Tradition was a cold master. Because the prisoner had died of unforeseen, shadowed circumstances, he couldn't be returned to the earth. It was taboo to bury a body tainted by such a dark, unnatural end; the ground would reject him, and the rot would spread to the pack's spirit.I watched through the window as the last of the flames licked the night air. Eliott stood by the pyre, his silhouette rigid against the orange glow. Once the fire died down to white-hot embers, the warriors gathered the ashes into a plain urn. They didn't say a word as they marched toward the outskirts of the pack’s territory, scattering the remains into the wind. He was gone, blown into the brush like soot, leaving us with nothing but a pile of unanswered questions.The atmosphere in the Great Hall was even colder. The visiting Alphas, who had come for the summit, were already pa

Elliott's POVThe sound of Reylap’s screams was a physical blow, a jagged blade tearing through the heavy oak door of the birthing chamber. I stood in the hallway, my hands balled into fists so tight my claws threatened to break the skin. Every instinct I possessed—every Alpha command in my blood—screamed at me to burst through that door and take the pain from her.The door creaked open just an inch. Rika, the head midwife, began to slip out, but I was on her before she could even plant a foot in the hall."Let me in," I growled, my voice vibrating with a depth I didn't recognize. "I need to be with her. She’s calling for me, Rika."Rika placed a firm, steady hand on my chest, her eyes hard with professional steel. "Alpha, stay back. You cannot be in there right now. The room needs to be clear for us to move.""She is my mate!" I snapped, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "She’s terrified. I can smell the fear coming off her in waves. Let me in there, damn it!""

Reylap's POVThe world was a fractured glass, edges sharp and colors bleeding into a muddy, oppressive heat. I felt the sweat slicking my skin, the humidity of the room clinging to me like a wet shroud. Every time I tried to focus, the image shattered."Breathe, Reylap. Just breathe. Match me," a voice said.It was Rika. I knew it was Rika, but her voice sounded like it was vibrating through deep water, distant and distorted. I could smell the sharp, medicinal sting of crushed herbs—wintergreen and yarrow—mingling with the copper tang of blood. The pressure in my midsection wasn't just physical anymore; it felt like a mountain was sitting on my hips, grinding my pelvic bones into powder. The pain didn't feel like a labor contraction. It felt deeper, like something was trying to claw its way out of my soul rather than my body."I... I can't," I gasped, the words catching in my throat."You have to," Rika’s voice came again, sharper this time, though it still felt miles away. "Focus on