Alle Kapitel von The Omega He Banished : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Fourteen Syrn's POV The silk of the evening gown clung to my skin, a soft prison I was desperate to escape. The moment the lock clicked into place behind me, the world outside faded, replaced by the hushed luxury of my chambers. My hands went to the zipper, tugging it down with a fierce urgency. The fabric slid away, pooling at my feet, and I was free. Free to see them, to feel them. Dark, pulsating lines snaked across my skin, a vibrant tapestry beneath the surface. They throbbed with a life of their own, an undeniable power that hummed in my veins, a constant tremor beneath my flesh. They were stronger than ever, closer to breaking through. Each beat of my heart sent a jolt of raw energy through me, a delicious agony that promised so much. It was tearing me apart, yes, but it was also building me anew. What was a little pain for true, unyielding power? Eliott, the fool, believed himself next in line. Alpha. He was soft, weak, incapable. A puppet. The thought sickened me. I had g

Syrn’s Vision The silk of the gown clung to my skin, a soft prison I longed to escape. The moment the lock clicked shut behind me, the world outside faded, replaced by the quiet luxury of my chambers. My hands reached for the zipper, pulling it down with a fierce rush. The fabric slid away, pooling at my feet, and I was free. Free to see them, to feel them. Dark, pulsating lines crept across my skin, a vivid tapestry beneath the surface. They pulsed with a life of their own, an undeniable power that resonated through my veins, a constant shudder beneath my flesh. They were stronger than ever, about to burst. Every beat of my heart sent a powerful energy through me, a delicious agony that promised so much. It tore me apart, yes, but it also built me up again. What is a little pain for real, hard power? Eliott, the fool, believed himself to be next in line. Alpha. He was soft, weak, and incapable. A puppet. The thought sickened me. I had left, they all thought, to mourn my brother’s w

Reylap's POV “No.” The words were whispered, barely audible, but it was as if we were in the air, thick and heavy. I couldn't explain it any further. I couldn't. My throat felt tight, my voice raspy, and memories pinched me, threatening to pull me back into the darkness. Luckily, Camille didn't insist. Her eyes softened, a warm and soothing brown, as she studied my face. There was a glimmer of concern. “You look… sick,” she whispered, staring at my pale skin. "How about chicken soup? Mama's recipe. It cures everything." She didn't wait for an answer, and turned to the simple stove, and the smell of simmering spices began to fill the small, simple kitchen. As she moved, she introduced herself, her voice light and soft. "I'm Camille. Eliott's Beta's younger sister. And you?" “Reylap,” I managed to say, the name sounded foreign to my tongue after so long. “Reylap.” She repeated it, trying. “It’s a nice name. So, Reylap, where are you from? You don’t seem to be from here.” I hesita

Eliott’s POV I stood on my feet, arms outstretched, forming a barrier between the worried mother and Reylap. “Give her some space,” I said, my voice low but firm. The woman hesitated, her eyes flicking from Reylap to her pale child. “She needs to concentrate.” I knew who she was, of course. My careful inquiries confirmed her reputation. A healer, once respected in his old circle, before the whispers began to spread. My stomach churned, a shifting mix of suspicion and a desperate need for a miracle. Still, I let her work. The child, barely more than a toddler now, lay limp in Reylap’s arms, her skin a hideous shade of ash. A tense silence fell, broken only by the child’s shallow, fragmented breathing. The hour ticked by, each second like a weight of lead. Then, a shudder coursed through the little body. A cough, soft at first, then terrifying, violent. Her little chest heaved. I heard a wet, guttural sound. The child coughed again, and something dark and viscous splattered from her

Syrn’s POV“Just stand there, Camille,” I said, my voice sharper than I had expected. The night air was cold, a deceptive silence before it would finally fall. I just needed a moment, a breath outside these walls.Camille ignored me, though, and stepped through the door onto the porch. Her gaze was fixed, unwavering. “It won’t happen, Syrn. Not tonight.”I faced her, the familiar frustration building in my stomach. “What’s wrong with you? I’m just going to walk.”“A walk that will become a run, like last time,” she replied, her arms crossed over her chest. “No. I’m coming with you, or you’re not leaving this house.” Her jaw was set, and I knew that look. It meant granite, unmoving.A groan escaped me. I couldn’t bear it. “You can’t be serious.”“Oh, I’m serious,” he replied, a hard glint in his eyes. “I am. So, what’s going to happen?”The thought of staying inside, trapped in this suffocating silence, was worse than being with him. Worse. I sighed, a long, laughable sound. “Okay. But