Todos los capítulos de The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

The message came through the clinic's internal staff system at 11:17 a.m.Not a phone call. Not a personal number. A short, plain note attached to a supply request that should have been routine.*Need to know you're still you. Five minutes. Same old place after your shift.*Brie.I deleted the note, finished the request, and kept working. My hands were steady. The collar felt heavier than it had that morning.I did not stay late. I left at exactly 3:00. The detail followed at the usual distance. I let them. Two blocks from the clinic I stopped at a small pharmacy that had a narrow rear exit used by staff. I had noticed it during my second shift and never mentioned it.I used it.Brie was waiting under the overhang of a closed laundry, hands in the pockets of her jacket, shoulders hunched against the wind. She looked tired. When she saw me she didn't smile."You look different," she said."I'm fine.""That's not what I asked."I stopped a few feet away. The bond was quiet for the momen

The argument about the bar followed me long after Xavier left for his meetings. I tried to occupy myself that afternoon. I showered, changed clothes, opened a book and managed to read the same paragraph four times before giving up. Nothing held my attention. Every room in the penthouse seemed to remind me of something I no longer had. The clinic had been a compromise. Brie had been restricted, the network shut down, and now the bar was gone. I had spent weeks accepting one restriction after another because I believed there was still something worth protecting. Apparently, I had been wrong. Ciel wasn't helping. She moved restlessly beneath my skin, occasionally pressing against the remnants of Xavier's wolf. I couldn't tell whether she was angry with him or simply tired of being pushed aside. Perhaps both. At 7:12, the private elevator opened. Xavier entered while looking at his tablet. He removed his jacket, placed the device on the console and finally turned toward me. "You'r

The quiet after the conversation felt different.It was not the controlled silence Xavier usually imposed, and it was not the tense quiet that followed one of our fights. This one sat heavier, like both of us had spent something we did not know how to replace. I moved through the next day in small, careful motions. Xavier worked from the study with the door open. He answered two calls in a voice that was shorter than usual. When Mrs. Gable asked about dinner, he only said, "Whatever is fine."Ciel noticed before I fully did.She remained close to the surface all afternoon, not agitated exactly, but watchful. Every time Xavier passed through the main room she tracked him. When he stood too long at the glass wall, staring at the city without really seeing it, she made a low questioning pull through the bond. He did not answer it.By evening the shift in him was impossible to ignore. The perfect, organized calm he had worn since the political threat ended was thinner. His movements were

I lasted until mid-morning.Xavier spent the early hours locked in the study on successive calls. Kaelen came and went once without looking at me. Mrs. Gable set coffee down and left again. The penthouse felt like a held breath.When he finally stepped out, I was waiting in the hallway."Talk," I said.He looked at me for a long second, then nodded once toward the study. I followed him in and shut the door myself."The file," I said. "All of it. Not the version you decided I could handle at one in the morning."Xavier walked to the desk and rested both hands on the edge. He did not sit."It is a mirrored archive from one of your father's external channels," he said. "It should have died with the rest of his network. It did not. Someone copied it years ago and kept it offline. It surfaced on a closed market two nights ago.""What's on it?""Surveillance and medical logs covering your six years after the disownment. Locati

The package arrived at 4:17 p.m.No logo, no return address. Though screened by security before reaching the private elevator, the plain black envelope Mrs. Gable brought into the study immediately shifted the room's atmosphere.Xavier took it without a word. He opened it with a letter knife, glanced at the contents once, and went completely still.I watched the shift from the doorway."What is it?"He did not answer immediately. He turned the single sheet of paper so only he could see it, jaw locked hard enough that a muscle jumped in his cheek. The bond flooded with pure, ice-cold rage so abrupt that Ciel flinched."Xavier."He looked up. His eyes had gone dark in a way I had not seen since the foundation tunnels."They sent it here," he said. "To the building. To this floor."He placed the page on the desk facing me.It was a photograph printed on heavy paper. Grainy, night-time, slightly overexposed from a str