บททั้งหมดของ Omega of Two Packs: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Ashton’s POVThe war room smelled like steel and old maps.Xander stood at the head of the long table, his hands flat on the wood, and every wolf in Noctaryn and Aurion was watching him.“We have seven days,” Xander said. “Seven days until the ceremony of ascension. We will make it memorable."The Moon Goddess was said to appear during every Ascension. Both Sun and Moon wolves believed her presence brought luck to the pack that hosted her. It was one of the few traditions we shared.Seven days. I counted them in my head and hated every number. Zeth and his men would have to leave. The thought hurt more than I wanted it to.One of the Aurion soldiers at the far end of the table cleared his throat. “Alpha,” he said. “Since we are together now, since this alliance has not happened in forever, why can’t we hold the ceremony together? Sun and moon, side by side. It would mean something.”Murmurs moved through the room. He wasn’t wrong. It would mean something.Xander didn’t answer right aw

Zeth’s POVThe camp was already coming apart when I arrived.Tents were being pulled down. Weapons disappeared into leather cases. Fires were stamped out one by one.We were leaving. And for the first time since I came to Noctaryn, I wasn't sure leaving was the right decision.Daro fell into step beside me. He was young. “What happens now, Alpha?”I kept walking. “We leave.”Toren’s voice came from behind me. “Will we be safe going back? The Crescent wolves are getting stronger. They’re calculating now. They don’t just run and bite anymore.”I glanced over my shoulder at the line of men behind us. “We’ll survive.”Another man asked from the line. “And the ascension ceremony?”I stopped for half a second. “We’ll do it when we get home. Sun and moon can wait seven days to share the sky.”I saw my tent ahead. And I saw Brenda. She was walking past the Aurion camp, slow, as if she owned the ground under her feet.She looked wrong. Her clothes were dirty, and there was blood on the edge o

Xander’s POVI was leaning over the maps on the table, tracing the line from Noctaryn to the ridge with my finger, when the first horn cut through the stone.It was our horn.It was sharp and wrong. I was already on my feet before the second horn blew. The door to the war room crashed open and one of my scouts fell in.He had blood on his mouth and on the front of his tunic. He tried to speak and coughed instead.“Alpha,” he said. “We’re under attack.”I grabbed his arm and pulled him upright.“Who?”“Three of them,” he said. “Crescent Wolves. But they’re not fighting like wolves. They’re fighting like rogues. Like they don’t feel pain. No one can stop them.”Three. Three wolves had the entire courtyard in chaos.“Get healers to the gate,” I said. Then I was running.The cold hit me as soon as I stepped outside. The camp was already torn apart from the move, and now it was worse.Tents were overturned. Fires had been kicked into the snow. Men were shouting and bleeding and Aurion wolv

Xander’s POVNothing is more important to me right now than saving Ashton and my baby. I was running through the palace with Zeth beside me, and behind us the entire war band moved like a storm breaking through stone.Doors were being kicked in one after another. Every room we entered was empty. The beds were cold, the corridors were hollow, and the smell of smoke and iron from the courtyard still clung to the back of my throat. “Can you pick up his scent,” Zeth asked me between breaths, his voice low but urgent. I hesitated because I did not want to admit it out loud. “No,” I said. “The smell of blood is all over the place.” It was true. Men were bleeding in the halls from the fight, and healers were dragging the wounded past us on stretchers. Underneath all of that was something else, something copper and wrong that made my stomach turn and my wolf rise without permission. We kept moving deeper into the palace, past the war room where we had argued, past the armory. My che

Ashton’s POVThe healer held my legs steady because I no longer had the strength to do it myself.“Push,” he said. His voice did not shake, but his eyes did. “You have to push now.” The pain was in my waist and in my opening and in every place between. It was tearing me open and sewing me back wrong. I was weak. My arms trembled. My vision was gray at the edges and closing in. I could feel my heart beating too fast and too thin, like it was running out of blood to move. “Push,” Mara said at my head. Her fingers were crushing mine. “You are almost there. I can see him. Push, Ashton.” Tears cut down my face because I did not know if I had anything left. My body was empty. The contractions were coming faster and there was no space between them to breathe. The healer leaned over me and pressed his palm to my stomach. Heat moved through me that was not mine. “He is taking too much,” the healer said. “He is drawing you dry. If you do not push now, there will be nothing left of yo