All Chapters of The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV: JACKSONI snarled at Sam as we slowly circled each other, the ground between us churned up with mud and torn leaves, the air thick with the scent of blood and fear. Every instinct in me wanted to end this immediately, but some colder, more deliberate part of me wanted him to feel every second of what was coming, wanted him to understand fully what it meant to have crossed me. I could sense his fear; he realized he couldn't compete with me, and something in me relished that realization settling over him. When I lunged at him, he turned and ran instead, his form clumsy with panic in a way I'd never seen from the composed delta I'd known for years. Without wasting any breath, I chased after him, I wasn't going to let him escape the consequences of his actions. Today, I would end this.I sprinted faster than he could and tackled him, my teeth sinking into his back while my paws clawed into his sides before throwing him off, the momentum sending us both crashing through a tangle of u

POV: SAINT Evelyn's funeral took place yesterday, and it was filled with sadness. Her colleagues, friends, and family gathered to say their final farewells. I found out that some pack members initially doubted Sam's involvement and instead blamed Evelyn. However, yesterday they expressed their goodbyes tinged with guilt. Tonight, Sam is scheduled for execution. I haven't visited him in the dungeon, and I have no plans to do so. The only thing I'm eager to see is his lifeless body. The votes are still being tallied, but the last time I checked, burning alive while being stoned was leading. I had just woken up from a nap when I headed downstairs. The house was very quiet except for some noise coming from the kitchen. "You're awake," Jackson said as soon as he spotted me. I nodded slightly and leaned against the kitchen counter while he washed some dishes. "Are you hungry?" he asked. When I shook my head, he smiled back at me. "Why don't you go relax in the living room? I'll finish he

POV: SAINT Sam was truly dead. Everyone in the pack was stunned that someone managed to slip past the guards and poison Sam. It didn’t take much to realize that this person must have used magic, which complicated things even further. We were left wondering why they chose to poison Sam instead of helping him escape. What could their motive be? This led us into another cycle of theories and confusion. This also meant the culprit was someone still within the pack. I recalled Evelyn mentioning a different route that Sam and that woman would use whenever they wanted to leave the pack. I shared this with Jackson, but we couldn’t find any trace of the route. It seemed like it had never existed. I had decided I needed to uncover the truth by speaking with Samantha's mate, Joshua. I prepared a list of questions focused on Samantha’s past and her connection with Sam. However, if I started asking Jackson these deep questions about his sister now, it would clearly show him that I'm suspicious

POV: SAINTAs I touched the empty sheet, it hit me that Jackson hadn't come home last night, the cool fabric beneath my palm a small, quiet reminder of how used to his warmth I'd already become. He had told me he'd be out overnight hunting at the borders, so I knew he wouldn't return until later. The room felt chilly without him, but at least his scent lingered, faint and familiar against the pillow, enough to keep the ache of his absence from settling too deeply. I lay there a moment longer than I needed to, letting myself pretend, just briefly, that he'd only stepped out for water and would slip back beneath the covers any second.Suddenly, there was a knock, and Tom peeked in. "Good morning, Uncle Saint!" he exclaimed with a bright smile before rushing over to me, his small feet padding quickly across the floor. I wrapped him in a warm hug and then pulled back to ask, "How are you? Did you sleep well?""Mhm," he hummed. "I came to your room, but you weren't there. Are you and Dadd

POV: Saint Joshua wasn't joking when he said he would disappear; he really did vanish without a trace, leaving behind nothing but the empty, too-tidy house and the unsettling weight of everything he'd written in that letter. I kept picturing him walking away that night, wondering how far he'd gotten, whether he was even still alive out there somewhere or whether the ropes I'd seen in his bag had ultimately served some other purpose after all. But Samantha never reported him missing, it was as if she didn't care at all. Besides, who would even notice? The man hardly left his house anyway, and the pack had grown so used to his absence over the years that his disappearance barely registered as anything unusual.As I read Joshua's letter, a storm of emotions surged through me, but one feeling stood out: the strong desire to reveal Samantha's true nature. Joshua's words confirmed many of my suspicions, if not all of them. It didn't surprise me to discover that she was Blake's mother; I h