All Chapters of The Blood Sovereign's Omega (MM Romance): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kael POVThe green glow from the glass tanks washed over the stone floorboards.Cold, chemical air filled my lungs as I stepped past the breached threshold. Thick copper tubes ran along the ceiling girders, pumping dark fluid into thirty cylindrical glass vats lining the cavernous hall.Rin ran up behind me, his medical kit banging against his hip. “Kael, don’t touch the—”He cut off mid-step.His tactical frying pan slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the damp stone. He stared at the glowing tanks, his face draining of all color under the harsh green light.Inside the glass, suspended in thick liquid, hung dozens of human bodies.Feed tubes were driven into their throats and wrists, extracting clear marrow into iron collection vats below. Their faces were still, pale, and frozen in quiet agony.“These are Sump workers,” Rin whispered, his voice trembling as he stepped up to a glass vat. “I know this man. He was a pipefitter from Sector Seven. He went missing three wee

Kael POVThe ruined vault lay submerged in cold, grey ash.Water trickled down from the shattered girders overhead, dripping onto the broken glass of thirty exploded cloning tanks. Dust settled over the flooded floorboards, turning the green preservative fluid into a dark, murky sludge.I leaned against Lucien’s broad side, my lungs taking in heavy, ragged breaths.The white fire in my veins had calmed down to a steady, quiet throb beneath my skin. My silver-ringed eyes swept over the wreckage, tracking the dark trail of copper fluid leaking from the destroyed central manifold.Lucien kept his heavy right arm locked around my waist, holding me flush against his hip. His navy coat was torn at the shoulder, covered in concrete dust, but his grip was solid, unyielding, and completely grounded.Beside us, Julian set his diagnostic pad on a steel crate, checking the wiring prongs with two fingers. Rin stood three feet away, holding his dented iron frying pan against his ribs as he shook gr

Kael POVThe heavy mahogany door of the safehouse bedchamber slammed shut behind us.Rain slammed against the glass balcony doors in a steady, deafening roar that filled the entire room. Cold water dripped off the hem of my tailored velvet coat, pooling over the dark oak floorboards in slow, dark circles. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, my jaw locked tight as I stared at the unlit fireplace across the room. The cold from the storm outside had settled into my bones, but the real chill came from the words Vane had thrown at me in the vault.Behind me, Lucien’s heavy boots clicked against the floor in a slow, measured rhythm.He unbuckled his broadsword harness, letting the heavy star-metal weapon drop onto the wooden bench with a loud, metallic thud that echoed off the stone walls. He did not take off his wet navy coat. He stood four feet away, his broad frame blocking the warm light from the hallway lamp so that most of the room stayed in deep shadow.His cold cedar aura was de

Kael POVThe rain had stopped over Sector One, leaving only the quiet trickling of water down the stone drainpipes outside the safehouse.I sat on the edge of the dark oak dining table, resting my left boot on a low stool. My leg still throbbed from the grazed sniper wound, but the thick bandage Rin had wrapped around my thigh held firm.Across the room, the kitchen was in absolute chaos.Lucien stood in front of the iron stove, his navy velvet coat removed and draped over a dining chair. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up past his elbows, exposing his broad forearms and the dark veins pulsing beneath his pale skin.He held a massive iron butcher knife in his right hand. On the wooden cutting board before him lay a single, plain brown potato.He brought the blade down with enough force to split a stone wall.The potato exploded into three jagged, uneven chunks, sending a quarter of it flying off the board to land near my boots."Vale," I noted flatly, leaning back on my hands. "Yo

Kael POVThe red numbers of the countdown timer hovered above our heads in the grand lobby of the Apex Tower.SANGUINE GAS CYCLE: 00:04:45Black-armored Council enforcers lined the upper balcony, their plasma rifles trained on us. High Inquisitor Vane stood at the center rail, his thin, pale lips curved into a cold sneer.My pulse rifle felt heavy in my hands. I raised the barrel, aiming straight for Vane's chest, but my vision suddenly flickered.A wave of dizziness hit me out of nowhere. The grand marble pillars shifted sideways. A deep, sour ache churned in the pit of my stomach, turning my mouth cold and dry.I stumbled back a step, my left knee giving out."Kael!" Lucien's arm locked around my waist before my boots hit the floorboards.His broad chest pressed against my side, his red eyes burning down at me with sharp, instant worry. His cold cedar scent flared up, trying to steady my pulse."I am fine," I gasped, pressing my palm against his broad shoulder. "Just a dizzy spell."