Lahat ng Kabanata ng Omega of Two Packs: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Zeth’s POVThe earth was still wet when they lowered Lord Merrick and the lost Aurion and Noctaryn into it. Rain had come sometime in the night, washing the blood from the arena stones and turning the sand to mud. Now it hung in the air, heavy and cold, like the sky itself was mourning and didn’t know how to stop. I stood at the edge of the grave with my hands behind my back and watched as they buried my men. A part of me was buried with them.And Lord Merrick? One day he was arguing with Xander about pack law, voice sharp. The next, he was a body with a hole in his chest. I had not had time to process any of it. Not the trial. Not the Goddess. Not the way the world seemed to tilt when the Titan came through the wall. And not Akim. My son. I had barely learned the weight of his name, barely felt the shape of fatherhood in my chest, and now the Crescent Wolves had him. The thought sat in my chest like a stone. I kept returning to it between breaths. Was he frightened? Was he

Xander’s POVThe prison still smelled like blood when I walked away from the dead Crescent Wolf. His body lay where it had fallen, neck twisted, eyes open. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Zeth was right. I had killed the only person who might have told us exactly where Ashton and Akim had been taken. My hands were still shaking, but I forced myself to move. I couldn’t stand there regretting what I had done while my family was somewhere in the dark with those wolves. If I stopped, if I let the guilt in, it would swallow me whole. Then the guard told us Brenda was gone. For a moment, I thought I had heard him wrong. “Repeat that.” “L-Lady Brenda is missing, Your Majesty. We searched her chambers. She’s gone.” Brenda had been at the burial. She had been crying with everyone else, shoulders shaking. Her face was streaked with ash. She had looked broken after Merrick’s death. Now she was simply gone. I followed Zeth through the palace toward her chambers. My steps were too lou

Ashton’s POV“Aunt Hessa?”The name fell out of me before I could stop it. Her hands dropped. The invisible weight crushing Lord Void vanished. He stumbled forward, one hand slamming against the stone to catch himself. His chest heaved like he’d been drowning. I stared at her. Hessa. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She wasn’t supposed to be standing next to Brenda. My throat closed. “What is happening?” The words came out broken. “Why are you helping Brenda?” Hessa’s eyes met mine at last. For half a second I saw it. The same Hessa from home. She looked tired and scared. Then she looked away. Lord Void straightened slowly. A smile spread across his face, dark and pleased. “You should have kept holding me.” Hessa took a step back. Her shoulders trembled. Void lifted his head. The torches around the chamber guttered. “Shadow Lord.” Cold hit me first. It sank into my bones. Then the black smoke came, crawling up from the cracks in the floor like fingers. It wrapped aroun

Brenda’s POVLord Void’s claw was an inch away from the baby’s chest.I smiled. Finally...After everything Ashton had survived, after every time he had slipped through my fingers and walked away breathing, he was going to watch his son die.His chains rattled as he fought them, his whole body straining toward that black stone bowl, his eyes locked on the claws hanging over Akim.“Please,” he whispered.I almost laughed.The great Consort Ashton. His voice was thin and broken. It sounded beautiful.Void lowered his hand.Then Ashton growled. It was not a human sound.The chamber shook around it. Dust fell from the ceiling. The torches flickered and went out for half a second.My smile disappeared.Ashton’s back arched violently and the chains around his wrists pulled so tight the skin split. His fingers dug into the stone floor, nails scraping, and his body began to change.“What is happening?” I whispered.Hessa stared at him. Her face had gone white. “Ashton,” she breathed.His bon

Xander’s POV Zeth moved beside me, ready.Void smiled.Then the shadows exploded. I barely got my sword up before a black tendril slammed into it. The force drove me backward, my boots scraping across stone, my shoulders hitting the wall hard. My teeth rattled.“Xander!” Zeth shouted.Another one came from my left. I ducked without thinking.It ripped through the air where my head had just been and smashed into the wall behind me. The stone cracked and bled darkness.Zeth didn’t wait. He charged.His sword cut through two shadows before they could touch him. He moved like I’d never seen him move before, not like a king, like a father who was about to lose his child again.Void lifted his hand like it was nothing. The floor beneath Zeth cracked open.A wall of darkness shot up between them, thick and alive. Zeth jumped back at the last second, landing hard on his back. He rolled and got up immediately, blood on his lip.“Get the baby!” he shouted at me, his voice raw, breaking. I didn