Omega of Two Packs のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Zeth’s POVThe cold was eating us alive. Xander and I rode hard through the snow, our wolves half-shifted because nothing else would keep the frost out of our bones. Fur along my jaw. Claws under my gloves. Breath coming out in white plumes that froze before they hit the air. “ASHTON!” Xander called again. His voice cracked over the wind. No answer. The trails were gone. The storm had buried everything. All we had was his scent, thin and fading, barely there under the snow and blood and fear. I hated that I could not smell him stronger. I hated that it meant he was weak. My chest felt like it was being squeezed. What if he was hurt? What if he had already given birth alone in the cold? What if something had gone wrong and I was too late? “What if he is hurt,” I asked. My voice sounded wrong to me. Too quiet. Xander did not look back. He was a little ahead of me, shoulders rigid. “He is not,” he said. “I can still feel him. Faint. But he is there.” A thin line of smoke

Ashton’s POV“You dare question the law, Alpha Xander?” The voice came from the doorway. It sounded cold and final. “I... I am the law,” Xander spat back. He did not move, but the whole room seemed to shift around him. The air went heavy. “You will not touch them.” “No, you are not,” another council member spat. He was old, with a scar across his cheek. He stepped forward like he wanted to be the first to strike. “The Council is the law and the law says traitors burn.” Derren’s face was red. “Cease them,” he shouted. “Now.” The guards moved too fast. Hands came for me and for the baby before I could even breathe. I pulled the child closer to my chest and stumbled back, but there was nowhere to go. The wall was behind me. “No,” I said. My voice broke. “Please. Don’t take him. He has done nothing. Please.” A guard grabbed my arm. His grip was iron. Zeth moved. He hit the guard across the jaw so hard the man went down and did not get up. “Get your hands off my child,” h

Brenda’s POVWatching Xander struggle to save that lowlife made something inside me flutter. It was the feeling I had been chasing for years.Not love or happiness, something darker. The satisfaction of finally seeing Xander hurt the way I had hurt when he chose Ashton over me. The way his shoulders bowed when the guards forced him back to his seat, the way his hands came up to his face like he could hide the shame of it, the way that omega looked back at him with those wet, pleading eyes as they dragged him and the child into the darkness beneath the arena. It was satisfying. It was better than any victory I had ever imagined. They dragged him down the stone steps anyway until the torchlight swallowed him whole. Zeth walked beside him in silence, his face so still he could have been carved from the same stone as the dungeon walls.And Xander, my Xander, my King Alpha, sat there with his head in his hands while the entire court watched him fall apart. Derren called for order and tr

Xander’s POVSomething in me shifted when Zeth touched that child. The way the gold left Akim’s eyes and sank into Zeth’s hand like it belonged there. The way Ashton looked at him, with relief.I wanted to break the door down and get in there. I wanted to hold them both and tell Ashton that I would burn this entire kingdom before I let anyone touch him again. But the guard called my name, and the war room was waiting.I walked. The war room was already full when I arrived. The long table of black oak was surrounded by every member of the council, all seated and patient and watching me like vultures waiting to see if the King would finally crack. I hated them. Derren was at the head. Lord Merrick to his right. Three elders and Brenda. She was sitting straight, her hands folded in her lap, her face the picture of concern. But her eyes were too bright. I took my seat at the head of the table and did not speak. I let the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable. One o

Xander’s POVThe vibration started in the floor. It moved through the bones of the war room table first, then up through my boots and into my teeth until I could feel it in my jaw. The council members noticed it at the same time I did. Derren’s cup rattled against the wood. Lord Merrick went completely still. Brenda’s hand shot out and gripped the edge of the table like she was afraid the room would fall out from under her. Everyone in the room became nervous. My wolf was already awake. There was something wrong in the stone beneath us, something that did not belong. I did not speak. I just sat there and listened to it. The vibration was not coming from the walls. It was not coming from outside the palace. It was coming from beneath us. From under the dungeons. “Report,” I said. My voice cut through the quiet and made two of the elders flinch. A guard burst through the doors before anyone could answer me. He was breathing hard and sweat was running down his face like h