All Chapters of The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

POV: JACKSON "I'm not entirely sure yet, but I suspect Evelyn is involved too. She acted really strangely when we visited Blake the other day. I genuinely believe she knows that Blake was the small whisperer," Saint said to Chris and I as we sat in my study. He recounted what Tom had shared with him about Blake being the child in his head, as well as Mateo's suspicions regarding Sam. He also mentioned Mateo claiming to have seen Sam hiding behind the trees the day Ava attacked him. This only reinforced what Owen had said: Sam is behind all this chaos. One of my trusted friends. But why? Sam, Chris, Lyn, Samantha, and I all grew up together. During our teenage years, we spent a lot of time together, even though he and Samantha were a few years older than us. We got along well, which is why it was easy to choose who would lead alongside me. I had already decided that Chris and Sam would be my beta and delta, respectively. Sam and I never had any conflicts during our teenage yea

POV: JACKSON"What's happening?" I asked a warrior as I walked up to him. He was sitting by himself under a tree, which puzzled me. They were supposed to be in groups, and the sight of him alone, legs stretched out and posture relaxed, set off a small warning bell in the back of my mind before I'd even reached him.He nodded slightly before responding, "I decided to take a break before moving on." He stood up as he spoke, brushing dirt and leaves from his pants, looking slightly embarrassed to be caught resting."Where are the others? Why are you by yourself?""He told us to spread out when we arrived, so the others have gone pretty far," he explained. Looking closely, I realized he seemed more like one of the younger warriors and not someone who was well-trained, his frame still lean with youth, lacking the hardened bulk of the veterans I usually sent on serious patrols."What group are you in?""Under 17," he answered, and something in my chest tightened at that. Children. Sam had s

POV: SAINT "Should I tell you a horror story?" Evelyn asked, then she proceeded. "When I was seventeen, I felt both nervous and excited about finding a mate. Almost every day, I prayed for a kind and loving partner. I dreamed of having lots of pups running around the house while I yelled at them to stop making a mess. That was what I wanted." She looked at Blake, gently dusting his hair, even though it wasn't dirty. "When I turned eighteen, I met my mate, Sam. I already knew him from before. We weren't really friends, but we had chatted a few times. At first, I was a bit upset. You know why? Sam was two years older than me, so I wondered why he hadn't told me we were mates. No sign at all that he knew we were mates. But I let it go." She gave a humorless laugh. "It didn't matter. The important thing was that I had found my mate, and I was supposed to be happy. And I was, really. But... Sam? I sensed that he wasn't happy being my mate. It was just a feeling, a silly feeling, but I c

POV:SAINT "Don't you think you're moving a bit slow for someone eager to be rid of me?" Evelyn remarked, raising an eyebrow with a condescending smirk. There was something almost admirable in the way she still managed to sound unshaken, even now, even with everything stacked against her. Sam yanked her hair, pulling her up while Blake started to cry, clinging to his mother's dress, his small fingers twisting into the fabric as though it might anchor him against whatever came next. "You really believe I can't kill you?" He laughed loudly, as if the situation amused him, the sound echoing unpleasantly off the cramped walls. "Do you think you matter to me? I would easily ruin your pathetic life if it weren't for having to take care of my precious Blake, you foolish woman." He tossed her onto the floor. Her scream of pain made it clear she had landed hard on her hands. I quickly got back on my feet and rushed over to assist her, my own body still protesting every movement after the bea

POV: SAINT We took a different path, believing it would keep us safer from being discovered, and it worked. For a while, the three of us moving quietly through the underbrush, Evelyn carrying Blake against her hip despite her weak arms, every rustle of leaves making my pulse spike. I kept glancing back over my shoulder, half-convinced I could still feel eyes on us even though the trees behind us stayed empty each time I checked, the silence somehow more unnerving than if we'd heard footsteps outright. Evelyn moved with a quiet determination despite her exhaustion, her eyes fixed forward, occasionally murmuring something soft to Blake to keep him calm. For a few minutes, it almost felt like we might actually make it, until Evelyn suddenly collapsed, causing Blake to tumble off her. She began to scream as she rolled on the ground, her body twisting in a way that told me instantly this wasn't exhaustion or a stumble but something deliberate, something being done to her. I quickly t