All Chapters of Divina: The Omega's Awakening: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Marcellous “You’ll need to start training, Divina.” The words had barely left my mouth when I felt the familiar, bitter knot tighten in my stomach. Fuck, I hated even saying it to her. The last thing on this godforsaken earth I wanted was to put pressure on her fragile, healing body, but time was a luxury we didn't fucking have. There was a storm brewing on our borders. Blade and his vast, ravenous horde of rogues were gathering in the shadows, growing bolder by the day. War was coming, plain and simple. I needed Draven Fortress fully prepared, and that preparation had to start with my future Luna. The moment the word "training" settled in the cold air of the stable, I watched her expression shatter. Divina’s face drained of every drop of color. Her dark eyes widened in sheer terror, her chest hitching as if someone had just plunged a dagger straight into her ribs. She didn't just look nervous—she looked utterly traumatized, like a ghost from her past had stepped out of the shado

Divina I woke up before the sun, staring blindly at the high stone ceiling above my bed. My mind was a chaotic storm, replaying every single word Marcellous had spoken in the horse stall yesterday. The word training still made an icy ball of dread settle deep in my stomach, making my heart flutter with quiet terror whenever I let my thoughts linger on it for too long. But there was one sentence—one quiet, unbelievable phrase—that kept echoing over and over in my head, drowning out the fear: “You decide when we begin.” It bothered me. It bothered me in a way I had never experienced in my entire life, poking and prodding at my brain until my chest felt tight. Nobody had ever given me a choice before. In the Black Moon Pack, choice was a concept reserved for the strong, for the wolves who had power, fangs, and rank. For the past two years, my life had been dictated by orders, demands, and violent consequences. I was told when to wake up, when to scrub the floors, when to endur

Marcellous A soft knock sounded against the door of my bedroom, cutting through the suffocating silence of the room. I didn't react at first. My head was pounding, buried in a mountain of intelligence reports detailing the chaotic mess along our eastern border. But then the air shifted. The faint, sweet scent of morning rain and soft night-blooming jasmine drifted through the crack beneath the door, hitting my senses like a sudden wave of fresh air. My breath hitched. Divina. She was standing right outside my door. My distressed, battle-weary soul instantly soaked in her scent, the dark, jagged edges of my mind calming down in a fraction of a second. I had been losing my mind all morning, my Alpha instincts raging under the constant reports of rogue incursions. Blade’s tactics were driving me insane. He was sending waves upon waves of untamed rogues across our perimeter, knowing full well my border patrols would butcher every single one of them. Most of them were practical

Divina The cold morning air bit sharply at my skin as I followed the quiet guard through the stone arches of Draven Fortress. My chest heaved with every step, my heart hammering a nervous, erratic rhythm against my ribs. We turned a wide corner, and the heavy thud of metal clashing against metal echoed off the mountainside. Oh, Goddess! The training grounds stretched out before us. It was a massive, sunken arena paved with packed dirt, bordered by high stone tiers and rack upon rack of lethal weaponry. Crimson banners fluttered in the freezing wind. Dozens of Lycan warriors filled the yard, their bare chests slick with sweat despite the cold. They sparred relentlessly with longswords, heavy battleaxes, broad daggers, and brutal hand-to-hand combat. Every strike was vicious, precise, and terrifyingly strong. For the second time this morning, I exclaime: Oh, Goddess! My stomach immediately knotted into a tight, sickening ball. Panic clawed at my throat, threatening to drag me

MarcellousOn the small screen, a young girl lay sprawled on the cold stone floor of a filthy store room, cornered like an animal. Her body was covered in dark bruises, her clothes torn and caked with dried dust, but her chin remained lifted in defiance."Yes, you can kill me," her fragile voice echoed through the speaker, steady and laced with finality. "Like you said, the Moon Goddess has surely deserted me."The massive male standing over her snapped. His eyes flashed with a sickening, lethal fury. He lunged forward with brutal, unrestrained force, his heavy boots kicking her ribs, his fists raining down on her small body like she was nothing more than a piece of discarded trash.Bam!The final, vicious kick slammed directly into her chest, launching her frail body against the wall before she finally collapsed, unconscious and bleeding.I crushed the phone in my hand.Metal groaned, glass shattered, and tiny circuits exploded under the sheer, suffocating pressure of my grip. In l