All Chapters of The Omega He Banished : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Eliott's POVThe silence of the pack house was a lie. I was sitting on the floor just outside the heavy oak doors, my head in my hands, when the rhythm of the room changed. It wasn’t a scream this time. It was a frantic, wet thud of movement and the sharp intake of breath.I was on my feet before my brain could process the sound. I threw the doors open, the wood groaning on its hinges."Reylap!" I roared, my heart hammering against my sternum like a trapped beast. The scene was pure chaos. Rika was leaning over the bed, her hands stained red, while the two midwives were frantically shifting basins of water. Reylap lay there, her head lolling to the side, her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed. She looked like a ghost, her skin a translucent, sickly grey."Get back, Eliott!" Rika screamed, not even looking at me. She was pressing two fingers into the side of Reylap’s neck. "She’s not responding! Reylap, wake up! Look at me!""What happened?" I demanded, rushing to the beds

Rika's povI kept my hand on Reylap’s neck for one last second, feeling the steady, rhythmic thrum of her pulse. It was faint, like a distant drum, but it was consistent. She was holding on. "She's stable, Eliott," I whispered, though he looked barely conscious himself. "The bleeding has stopped. Her body is accepting the blood."I didn't wait for his response. I couldn't. I turned my back on the parents and hurried toward the small wooden cradle tucked into the far corner of the room. The midwives stepped aside, their faces grim and shadowed by the flickering candlelight.My heart sank the moment I looked down. The baby boy was so tiny he seemed swallowed by the linens. He wasn't crying. He wasn't even squirming. His skin had a translucent, bluish quality that made him look more like a porcelain doll than a living pup."He’s barely moved since we cut the cord," one of the midwives whispered.I reached in, my fingers feeling oversized and clumsy as I touched his chest. "His breathing

Eliott's povThe weight of him was nothing, yet it felt like holding the entire world in my arms. I adjusted the blanket, pulling the soft wool tighter around his tiny shoulders. Reylap was still pale, propped up against the pillows, but her eyes never left us. I could feel her gaze—soft, reflective, and heavy with a debt I didn't want her to owe me."Eliott," Rika murmured, reaching out. "You've been holding him for three hours. My arms are tired just watching you. Let me put him in the bassinet so you can eat."I pulled back instinctively, shifting the baby to my other side. My heart did a nervous little gallop in my ribs. "He’s fine right here, Rika. He’s finally deep asleep. If I put him down, the air in this room might be too cold.""The room is sweltering," Rika countered with a dry smile. "And his breathing is perfectly rhythmic. You’ve checked it every two minutes.""It was two minutes and forty seconds," I corrected, my thumb tracing the line of his velvet-soft cheek. "And he

Eliott's povI stared down at the messy bundle of cloth and the wailing infant on the table, my hands trembling with a frustration I hadn't expected. The smell alone was enough to make my wolf retreat to the back of my mind."I have this under control," I muttered, mostly to myself, as I tried to navigate the folds of the fresh diaper. "Just stay still. Please, just stay still."The baby did not stay still. He kicked a tiny, surprisingly strong leg, knocking the clean cloth to the floor. I groaned, reaching for another, but as I leaned back in, a warm, steady stream arched through the air. "Oh, you have to be kidding me!" I yelled, jumping back as the liquid soaked directly into the front of my tunic. The boy let out a sharp, gurgling cry, seemingly pleased with himself. I stood there, dripping, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. I almost lost it. I wanted to storm out of the room, to shift and run into the woods until I couldn't remember the scent of ammonia. My pulse thrummed in m

Seraphina's povThe air in the great hall felt thick, heavy with the metallic tang of fear and the sharp, piney scent of agitated wolves. I stood in the shadow of the arched doorway, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Every word the Elders and Eliott had exchanged felt like a serrated blade slicing through my composure."They move as one," Kael was saying to a group of younger warriors near the hearth. "It isn’t like a normal skirmish. There’s no snarling, no posturing. Just a synchronized rush. They don’t even look like us. Their fur is matted, grey like wet ash, and their eyes... they don’t have that spark of sentience. Just a flat, dead hunger."My knees nearly gave out. I gripped the cold stone of the wall, my knuckles turning white. *Grey like wet ash. Synchronized. Brutal.*"Wait," I whispered, though the word felt lodged in my throat. I stepped out of the shadows, my voice gaining strength as the horror crystallized in my mind. "Kael, tell me exactly how t