Semua Bab The Omega He Banished : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Reylap's POV The heavy thud of the door closing behind Eliott felt like the final strike of a gavel. My chest was tight, my lungs burning as if I had been running for miles, and my stomach churned with a nauseating mix of adrenaline and dread. I couldn't do this anymore. The screaming, the public humiliation, the physical violence between siblings—it was too much. *He is our mate,* my wolf, Katya, snarled inside my mind. Her voice was a low, jagged vibration that made my teeth ache. *He defended us. He bled his own kin for us. We belong by his side.* "No," I whispered into the empty room, clutching my stomach. "I can’t. Every time he comes near, something breaks. Stress isn't just a feeling anymore, Katya. It’s a threat to the baby. I have to stay away from him. I have to stay away from everything that brings this heat to my blood." *You would weaken us?* she countered, her mental hackles rising. *It is Syrn who must be broken. It is the pack who must learn to bow. You are carrying

Malik's POV I beckoned Corin further into the room with a sharp, impatient flick of my wrist. The rage hadn't left me—it had merely solidified into something cold and utilitarian. I paced the length of the rug, my boots thudding against the floorboards. "Sit," I commanded. "We are changing the approach. The original plan stands in principle—she will be brought back here. I will see her finish what she started, which is her life under my heel. She thinks she has escaped? She is a rogue by nature, and she deserves to be punished for this insolence. She will live like the stray she is until I decide her time is up." Corin nodded quickly, his eyes darting to the shattered glass by the fireplace. "Of course, Alpha. But Duskrun is a fortress. Breaking in to snatch a pregnant female—" "I’m not finished," I snapped, cutting him off. I leaned over the desk, my shadow stretching long across the maps spread out before us. I had spent the last hour thinking of the bond she supposedly shared wi

Reylap's POV The heavy velvet curtains were my only shield against the world, but they couldn't drown out the sound. From the courtyard below, the rhythmic thumping of drums and the high, melodic trill of flutes drifted upward, mocking my solitude. I stayed in my bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, listening to the muffled roar of the pack. Curiosity, a traitorous thing, finally forced me upright. I padded softly to the window, pulling the edge of the curtain back just enough to peek down. Below, the clearing was a blur of movement. Dozens of wolves were locked in a dance-off, their bodies swaying with a primal, coordinated grace that made the ground seem to vibrate even all the way up here. "Look at them," I whispered to the empty room. I’d heard the whispers from the maids earlier. These gatherings weren't just about politics or territory. "It’s a hunting ground," one had giggled while scrubbing the floors. "Half the unattached Alphas are down there right now, looking for a

Reylap's POV I was almost to the safety of the stairs, the weight of the ceramic bowl in my hands a comfort against the sudden, eerie silence of the palace interior. The scent of the grilled meat wafted up, making my stomach growl, but the sound of my name being called shattered my focus. "Reylap." His voice was a low vibration that seemed to travel through the floorboards and straight into my marrow. My wolf, who had been sulking in the back of my mind since the humiliation at the bonfire yesterday, suddenly jolted awake. She paced behind my ribs, her tail flickering with a traitorous sort of recognition. I froze, my boots rooting to the polished stone floor. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. If I looked at him, I might lose the thin mask of indifference I’d spent all evening perfecting. I heard his footsteps—heavy, deliberate, the gait of a man who owned everything he looked at. I stayed perfectly still, staring at a tapestry on the far wall, waiting for him to bridge the gap. I

Eliott's POV We sat there in the quiet of my study for a long moment, the air finally clearing after the weight of our agreement. Reylap leaned back, her eyes still a bit puffy from the tears, but her gaze was sharp, focused on something else now. "Eliott," she said, her voice dropping to a serious tone. "We need to talk about Syrn." I felt my jaw tighten instantly at the mention of the name. My hand, which had been resting on her knee, twitched. "What about her? She’s exactly where she needs to be." "In the dungeons?" Reylap shook her head, a frown marring her features. "It isn’t right. It’s unfair to keep her locked up down there like a common criminal. The cells are cold, Eliott. They’re damp." I let out a harsh, jagged breath and stood up, pacing the small space behind my desk. "Unfair? Reylap, I am sick and tired of her. Truly. I’ve reached my limit with her interference and her venom. If it weren’t for Camille, I would have banished her from these lands months ago. But I ca