All Chapters of The Blood Sovereign's Omega (MM Romance): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lucien POVThe ten-ton crystal chandelier hit the ballroom floorboards with a deafening roar.Shards of glass and twisted steel erupted outward in every direction, crushing the central fountain and cutting off the charging line of silver-armored enforcers. Dust and smoke billowed up to the high ceiling arches, obscuring the red emergency scanners.I kept my left arm wrapped tightly around Kael’s waist, shielding his body with my heavy navy coat as glass rained down around us.“Move!” I barked, my voice cutting through the ringing in his ears.Kael did not hesitate. He planted his boots, grabbed the hilt of his pulse blade, and sliced clean through the iron lock of the service door behind the orchestra stage. Sparks showered over his velvet coat as the panel swung open into the dark spiral stairwell beyond.Julian and Rin tumbled through the threshold right behind us.Rin was still clutching his tactical frying pan in one hand and his stolen rifle in the other, his green vest torn at t

Kael POVThe rain slammed against the thick glass panels right above my head.Lucien stood pinned against my space, his palm flat on the glass, his shadow completely covering my frame. His pitch-black pupils swallowed his crimson irises, his breathing heavy and ragged as the rich scent of my First Omega aura filled the enclosed room.The sweet smell of blooming lilies mixed with his dark cedar aura, turning the air between us thick, warm, and impossible to breathe.My heart hammered against my ribs like a wild drum.The sniper wound on my thigh throbbed, but the pain was completely drowned out by the white-hot heat surging through the mark on my collarbone. Our shared blood bond roared to life under my skin, pulling my body toward his like iron to a magnet.I looked up into his dark, glowing eyes.I did not step back. I reached out, my fingers locking tight around the lapels of his high-collared navy coat, and yanked him down until his lips smashed against mine.Lucien let out a low,

Lucien POVThe high-altitude rail cart hummed over the iron tracks, carrying us through the rain-slicked tunnels toward Sector One.Inside the private compartment, the air smelled of damp wool, clean rain, and the faint, sweet scent of lilies clinging to Kael’s skin. Kael sat on the leather bench across from me, his pulse rifle resting over his knees as he adjusted his navy velvet coat. The fabric still carried the faint marks of the conservatory night, but his posture remained straight and ready.Julian stood near the side console, plugging a small black data drive into his handheld reader. The blue light from the screen cast sharp shadows across his face as the device processed the encrypted files.“The encryption on the Raven network drive was heavy,” Julian said, his voice flat as the reader’s blue light flickered. “I bypassed the secondary security seals three minutes ago.”Rin sat near the window, holding a hot tin cup of synthetic tea while his iron frying pans clattered quietl

Lucien POVThe high rail cart shuddered to a halt in the dark maintenance siding below Sector One.Steam hissed from iron pipes along the tunnel walls, filling the small compartment with thick grey mist. I stood near the door, my gloved hand resting flat on the hilt of my broadsword. My skin felt cold, my chest tight as Kael’s words from moments ago hung in the damp air.Vane wasn’t just an enemy, Lucien. He was your friend.Kael sat on the leather bench, his face still pale from the memory surge, his silver-ringed eyes looking up at me with raw, ancient sorrow.Beside him, Julian held the black data reader, his rimless glasses reflecting the dim blue light of the screen.I looked down at the data drive. A heavy, dark weight dropped into my stomach.The truth I had buried for five centuries was finally rising.The memory hit me like an iron hammer, tearing through five hundred years of fog and blood.I remembered the First Era. I remembered the days before the Living City became a tom

Rin POVThe rail cart sat silent in the dark maintenance siding, its iron engine cooling with a faint metallic tick.Kael and Lucien stood near the front windshield, watching the distant neon searchlights of Sector One sweep across the rain-slicked tunnel mouth. Over the speaker box on the small table, Mara’s radio channel stayed open, buzzing with quiet static and the distant sound of human workers hammering iron pipes in the Sump.I knelt near my medical kit on the floorboards, sorting through our remaining supplies. The floor was cold under my knees, and the air still carried the faint smell of wet metal and ozone from the earlier escape.“Two rolls of linen,” I muttered, shaking a small glass bottle. “Three antiseptic wipes, and half a bottle of numbing gel. We are going to war with a glorified first-aid kit.”Beside me, Julian leaned against a steel support beam, holding a clean cloth to a long scrape on his right forearm. The black sleeve of his tailored suit coat was sliced ope