All Chapters of Omega's Claim, Alpha's Surrender 2: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

No sooner had Jeffrey mounted his black war-beast than Grant Walker tapped his broad fist against the driver's side saddle leather. "What is the true conflict stirring between your wolf and Jessa Moore?" he asked, his voice a low Alpha rumble.Though Grant hadn't overheard the hushed conversation between Mars and Jessa at the border platform, it didn't take an elder's wisdom to figure out the tension revolved around Jeffrey's relentless pursuit."Nothing. His eyes are set on another formal mate inspection arranged by the clan, and my inner beast is burning with rage.""Your claws do not hold a sacred mate claim over his body yet, Jeffrey. Your actions are overstepping border law," Grant chided him softly, his golden eyes narrowing.Jeffrey raised a dark brow, a sharp smirk cutting across his scarred face. "Are my battle axes not bound to your pack lineage? Is your Alpha aura truly that terrified of crossing Mars Reed?""Yeah, utterly terrified."Jeffrey shook his head in disbelief, le

The evening feast inside the private chamber of Pacific Crest Resort was meant to be a quiet, grounding moment for the pack—a simple gathering of meat and ale to let our spirits settle after the border patrol duties. But as the heavy silence stretched across the stone hearth, every breath in the room felt strained, thick with unspoken territorial tension.Jeffrey Walker barely picked at his roasted stag before pushing his oak chair back, excusing himself with a blunt lie about urgent border defense business at Walker Enterprises Tower, and stroking out into the dark.Once the timber doors clattered shut behind the warrior's retreat, I let out a long, quiet exhale, leaning my shoulders against the carved armrest. "My spirit holds zero anger toward Jeffrey. If Jessa's wolf actually craved his scent, my tongue would never stand in their way. But his mind has made it crystal clear—he refuses to bow to a playboy Alpha who thinks every warrior in the pack is his to claim.""I understand you

Grant could sense the heavy unease creeping into my chest as we stood inside the timber den, a dark discomfort he never intended to foster.Lost in his own violent surge of Alpha jealousy just moments ago, he had failed to consider the awkward position he had placed me in before Kenneth."It is not as if my tongue spoke an insult, right?" Kenneth stuffed the heavy wax-sealed scrolls back into the leather saddlebag, then looked up at Grant with a cold, level gaze. "My wolf has zero need for your high-born charity, Alpha Walker, because my protection was given to Mars, not to your pack. You possess zero reason to hand me hunting grounds or war-beast herds. These deeds mean absolute zero to my spirit."If Kenneth had craved territory power or silver wealth, his claws could have easily carved out a domain in the mountain borders years ago, but his heart chose a different path.Not because his wolf lacked the strength to rule, but because his only desire was to lighten the crushing weight

"Yeah, our boots are back on this ground."I remembered the absolute first sun cycle my feet ever touched the cobblestones of this territory, my neck craning up at the soaring timber towers and my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. All my young mind could scream back then was, It must be glorious to hold such Alpha power! Back in those dark moons, my spirit even envied whichever high-born male was fortunate enough to capture Grant Walker's golden eyes.And now, the moon had spun a full circle, and my wolf was envying its own reflection.Hand in hand with Grant, my boots crossed the iron threshold into the main hall of the Walker Ridge Estate. Inside, Abigail and Langston were already locked in a wild, tumbling play-fight across the fur rugs, wooden training daggers and toy war-beasts scattered across the entire stone floor.My face went through a rapid flash of pale panic as my jaw tightened, my voice snapping out hard, "You two pups, gather those weapons and clear t

"Decided what your wolf is in the mood for?" Levi asked as he buckled his leather harness and nudged the transport beast forward into the cool night air.I held the heavy bundle of blood roses tight in my lap, my chest still thumping from Jeffrey’s threat. "How about the roasted boar tavern on the ridge?""Perfect! The place on Rising River Avenue is the talk of Silverwood territory right now," Levi said, his eyes sparkling with a eager, youthful glow. "Their wild game roasts are incredible. My transport will take us straight there."His simple, earnest words and slightly awkward posture made my mind hesitate.I met his clear gaze, taking a slow breath before asking quietly, "If my mouth isn't being too blunt... have your boots never walked through a courting bond before?"Levi looked caught off guard. He instinctively ran his hand through his short hair, a faint red flush creeping up his neck. "Well... there was a young guard scout during my early training suns, but my father ended t