บททั้งหมดของ Shadow of Loyalty: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Chapter 1 Discarded"You're not my son," said Jhonatan's father, his voice echoing through the family room that was usually warm, now feeling like a courtroom.Jhonatan stood stiffly in front of the dining table, the differentiation test results still gripped in his father's hand, the edges slightly crumpled from being clenched."Father, I—" Jhonatan tried to explain."Silence," his father cut him off, throwing the paper onto the table. "Omega. You're an Omega.""I didn't choose this," Jhonatan said, his voice breaking at the end of the sentence."No one cares what you choose," his father shot back, standing up, the wooden chair scraping loudly against the marble floor. "For eighteen years I raised you as the heir. I taught you how to lead, how to fight, how to be this family's pride. And now—" he pointed at Jhonatan's body as if pointing at broken merchandise, "—now you're not even something I can show off in front of our allies."His mother stood in the corner of the room, unmoving,

Chapter 3: HuntedJhonatan stepped back, his heart pounding. "What debt? My father never told me about—""Of course he didn't," Glenmorrin cut in, standing, walking away toward the window. "A man like your father wouldn't admit to his own son that he mortgaged his family's life to cover up his failing business.""You're lying," Jhonatan said, his voice trembling."I don't need to lie," Glenmorrin answered, turning, his gaze calm but cold. "I have the contract. Signed by your father himself, three months ago.""What contract?" Jhonatan asked, stepping closer despite his still-trembling body."A contract stating," Glenmorrin answered, "that if he failed to pay within the agreed time, I have the right to take whatever I deem equivalent from his family.""And you chose me?" Jhonatan's voice was barely audible."I didn't choose you," Glenmorrin said. "Fate chose you, tonight, when you collapsed right in front of my door."Jhonatan shook his head, stepping back again. "I'm not merchandise t

Chapter 5: IgniteThree figures stood in the doorway, weapons already raised toward the room."Lower your weapons," said Glenmorrin, his voice flat, without a trace of fear. "You don't even know what you're dealing with tonight.""We just need the Omega," said the man in the middle, apparently the leader of the three. "Hand him over, and you can go on living peacefully, Glenmorrin.""I don't negotiate with hired help," Glenmorrin answered. "I only deal with whoever sent you.""He doesn't want to meet you directly," the man said, smiling thinly. "Too afraid.""Unfortunate," Glenmorrin said. "Because that means the three of you will bear the consequences tonight."Jhonatan stood stiffly behind Glenmorrin, pistol raised, but his hands had started shaking hard. He'd never faced anything like this before—years of training against paper targets never felt like this."Jhonatan," Glenmorrin said, not turning, his voice calm but sharp. "When I say shoot, you shoot the one on the far right. Don