All Chapters of Divina: The Omega's Awakening: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Divina Safe. For one fleeting, impossible second, wrapped in the suffocating heat of Marcellous’s heavy arms, I felt safe. His broad chest was an unyielding wall behind me, his scent of rain and dark cedar wrapping around my senses like a thick blanket. But the feeling was instantly swallowed whole by a spike of icy, paralyzing terror. The Black Moon Pack was at the gates. My entire body began to tremble violently, my knees threatening to buckle right there on the cold tiles. They’re here for me. They had tracked me down like a stray animal. I had barely tasted a fraction of a second of freedom away from that hellhole, and even this "freedom" was a terrifying mystery I couldn't comprehend. But I knew one thing with absolute, absolute certainty: I would rather tear my own throat open with my bare nails than let anyone drag me back to that territory. What did they even want from me? Were the mine servants so low in numbers that Alpha Darius needed to stack more broken bodies

Marcellous "My King... the Black Moon Pack are getting impatient." I snapped my head toward the doorway, my jaw locking so hard my molars groaned under the pressure. Standing there, trembling slightly with his head bowed, was a young, wet-behind-the-ears guard. The inexperienced one who had been stationed outside Divina's medical suite earlier. A dark, lethal silence enveloped the grand chamber. Water was still dripping from my hair onto my bare shoulders, the heat of the freshly drawn bath dissipating rapidly into the cold air. I had just stepped out of the water—my first real wash after spending five agonizing days glued to my mate's bedside, watching her fight for her life. And this insolent fool thought it wise to burst into my private quarters to tell me their timeline? If Nate hadn't mentioned earlier that the boy was a raw recruit, fresh out of the outer border patrols, I would have had his head resting on a spike outside the gates before he could draw his next brea

Divina “AAAHHHH! GODDESS, PLEASE! AAAAHGGH!”* The scream tore through the thick stone walls of the chamber like a violent crack of thunder. I bolted upright on the edge of the mattress, every nerve ending in my body going completely taut. My heart slammed against my ribcage, a frantic, rapid drumbeat of pure panic. I scrambled off the bed, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor tiles as I rushed toward the tall arched window overlooking the lower courtyards. The voice... Moon Goddess, that voice. It was a agonizing, high-pitched screech of raw, unadulterated pain—a voice I had heard thousands of times before, but usually, it was the one causing the agony, not enduring it. The sound echoed wildly across the expansive fortress, vibrating off the stone cliffs and bleeding into the sky. I couldn't see what was happening out there. From this angle, the window only offered a view of the distant pine trees and the towering outer battlements. I turned back toward the heavy wooden

Divina Two weeks. Two whole weeks had passed since I woke up inside Draven Fortress. Two weeks without someone dragging me out of bed by my hair. Two weeks without being slapped across the face because breakfast wasn’t ready fast enough. Two weeks without hearing Bernard’s heavy, terror-inducing boots stopping outside my bedroom door. It should have felt like freedom. It should have felt like breathing fresh air after drowning in a dark well for two years. Instead, it felt wrong. It felt terrifyingly, uncomfortably wrong. Every single morning, my eyes flew open hours before sunrise, my chest heaving and my heart already pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I lay there in the dark, paralyzed, just waiting for someone to burst through the door, grab me by my nightshirt, and remind me that peace wasn’t meant for people like me. No one ever came. I still couldn’t sleep properly. My body refused to relax, holding onto every drop of tension like a shield. I still jolted awa

Divina "Come on, Divina! You can't spend the rest of your life hiding inside four walls!" Kira grabbed my wrist—her grip gentle, yet surprisingly firm—and practically dragged me out into the grand stone hallway. I stumbled slightly, my silk skirt rustling against my legs. "Kira, wait—" "No waiting!" she chirped, throwing a brilliant smile over her shoulder. "My brother gave me strict instructions to make sure you get fresh air today, and I take my royal duties very seriously." I let out a soft sigh, resigning myself to my fate as she guided me through the massive labyrinth of Draven Fortress. For the past two weeks, my world had been confined to the sapphire velvet curtains and high stone walls of my bedroom. Seeing the rest of the palace felt overwhelmingly surreal. We walked past towering marble archways, long corridors lined with ancient oil paintings of past Lycan kings, and vast dining halls where sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Every servant we pa