Lahat ng Kabanata ng Omega of Two Packs: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Ashton's POVThe mountain was finally behind us, but I couldn't bring myself to look back at it.I had spent the last few hours expecting something else to happen. Another attack. Another explosion. Another shadow crawling out from beneath the rocks. After everything that had happened inside that mountain, peace felt almost as frightening as the fighting had been.The surviving soldiers were scattered across the forest, helping the wounded and carrying the bodies of those who hadn't made it out alive. Some of the soldiers had blood covering their clothes, while others limped as they moved between the trees. Nobody spoke loudly. Nobody celebrated.There was nothing to celebrate.I had watched too many people die in that mountain, even my dearest Aunt Hessa, and now I was standing among the survivors wondering why I was still here.Except I wasn't really standing. I looked down at my paws.White fur covered my legs, clean in some places and stained with dirt and blood in others. I stare

Xander’s POVNoctaryn should have felt like home the moment we passed through the gates, but I couldn't find anything familiar in the place anymore.The courtyard was too quiet, and the usual movement of soldiers, servants, merchants, and palace workers had almost disappeared. The guards who remained stood at their posts, but most of them looked exhausted, with bandages wrapped around their arms and dried blood still visible on their armor.Nobody celebrated when they saw us. Nobody even smiled. They simply watched us enter as though they were still trying to understand how many of us had actually made it back.I couldn't blame them.Too many wolves had gone into that mountain. Too many had died there.I looked ahead and saw the palace rising beyond the courtyard, its tall walls untouched by the destruction that had taken place.Zeth rode beside me with Akim in his arms. The baby had been unusually quiet, sleeping against Zeth's chest while one tiny hand remained curled into the fabri

Zeth’s POVAkim had been awake before sunrise.I knew because the little boy had spent the last hour grabbing at my shirt while I tried to feed him.“Slow down,” I muttered, pulling the bottle away when he nearly swallowed it whole. “You're not fighting a war now... My little prince.”His little hands waved at me. I sighed and gave the bottle back. “Of course. Forgive me, Your Highness.”Akim settled almost immediately. I leaned back against the chair and watched him drink. For the first time in days, nobody was screaming. Nobody was running through a corridor with a sword in their hand. Nobody was announcing another attack.It was almost strange. Almost peaceful.I looked down at Akim. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?”His golden eyes blinked up at me. I shook my head.“You have no idea how much trouble you've caused.”He made a small sound and continued drinking.“Exactly.”By the time he finished, he was already half asleep. I lifted him against my chest and carried him toward Xa

Ashton's POVHe is not trapped by magic. He is trapped because he is protecting himself. Hessa's son's voice was still in the room even after he stopped speaking.His small hand was still on my head, between my blue eyes. Warm. Too warm for how cold I felt inside this fur.I stared at him. At those old eyes in a six-year-old face. He wasn't lying. I felt it like a knife sliding into exactly the right place. My wolf hadn't been taken. It hadn't been cursed away. It had hidden. Because I hid.I remembered all the years of hands on my shoulders in training that never led to anything. The whispers when I walked through the courtyard. Wolfless. Weak. Omega. I remembered the first time I looked in the mirror after a full moon and saw nothing change while everyone else bled and broke and came out with claws.I remembered the nights when uncle Corvan would hit me, tear my clothes off to have his way. He said I was useless and weak. Not Darian... That bastard used every opportunity he had to

Ashton's POVIt had been so long since I had been able to touch Xander like this, and now that I finally could, I didn't want to let him go. I was just grateful that I had my family.I was sitting on the floor, Xander's blanket finally pulled properly around my waist, my hair still damp against my face. My hands were shaking, but not from cold. From being human. From being able to feel again without fur in the way.Xander stayed beside me the whole time. He didn't let go even for a second. One arm was carefully arranging my hair, pushing the wet strands off my forehead. He kept looking at me. In his other arm, he was holding the baby.Hessa's little boy Noah had given him to Xander. Noah had climbed onto the low stool by the window with Akim in his arms and very seriously, like he was handing over a crown, placed Akim into Xander's lap. Akim went without a fuss, his golden eyes wide, his little fists grabbing at Xander's loose shirt.Then Xander looked at Akim. "He is beautiful like h