All Chapters of THE RISE OF A WORTHLESS OMEGA: Rescued By Three Alphas : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ayla POVI wake before sunrise. For a moment I don't move because today of all days I do everything I usually avoid doing to avoid getting punished. I remain on the bed and wait, listening for the sound that usually follows my waking up.I wait for footsteps coming from the corridor, loud and heavy, a door slamming open or my name shouted angrily from downstairs but nothing comes.My life is usually chaotic. I've never been allowed to exist in a peaceful environment. I’m usually required to stay still, small and quiet while they continuously create and cause chaos around me. However, today, there is no chaos. No noises, no voices. Even after laying on the bed for one extra hour, no one is barging into this large room demanding breakfast or calling me useless before the day has even properly started.It is completely still and silent. For the first time ever since my mother died, I am allowed to lay back in bed and in silence, which is so unusual that it makes my chest tighten.I slo

Ryker POVI notice the change in the atmosphere before she does. Most people think fear is loud, and they assume it looks like panic, raised voices, or people scrambling to get out of the way. But it is not. Real fear is quiet, and real fear changes the way a room breathes. I am standing outside the academy building when Ayla walks through the front entrance carrying three heavy books against her chest. The hallway is crowded with students moving in groups, talking, laughing, and filling the space with the usual noise that comes with the start of classes. Then she appears, and the noise shifts entirely. A girl whispers something to her friend, laughs and walks away then another boy steps into her path without looking. I shot him a glare and he goes still immediately. Word must have gotten around in school that she now belongs to us. But I don't care about that. The people fear us and that means I can use that fear to protect her. His eyes flick toward me, then back to her, and

RYKER’s POVWe are ten feet against the house when she stops. Just ahead, I can see the logs of wood placed there specifically for sitting. I look at her. “Why did you stop?”She crosses her arms over her chest, the oversized jacket sleeves swallowing her hands. The gauze on her forehead catches the light, a stark white against her dark hair. My fists tighten at my sides. "How long were you following me?" she asks. Her voice carrying a quiet challenge, instead of fear. "From the window," I answer. My tone comes out rougher than I intend. She blinks and surprise flickers across her face like starlight. "You watched me the whole way here?" I don't say anything for a long time. If only she knows what it does to my body when she walks away. I remember standing at the window, arms crossed over my chest as the compound settled into silence. The glass felt cool against my forearm and moonlight spilled across the lawn like silver water. She thought no one noticed but she was wrong. "R

POV: CaiusThree weeks have passed since the dungeon.I count them every morning the way other men count victories or losses. Twenty-one days of clean bandages, careful silence, and the slow closing of skin that once looked like it would never heal. The gauze is gone now. The word that sat raw and angry across her forehead has settled into a pale, closed scar. The edges no longer lift. The skin no longer shines with that fresh, painful heat. It is faded enough that most people would miss it if the light did not catch it just right. It is still there. It will always be there. But it no longer looks like an open wound, and that fact alone has changed something inside me that I refuse to name.I stand in the doorway of her room longer than I should.She sits on the edge of the bed with her back to me. Her hair is still damp from a shower, dark strands clinging to the curve of her neck. She wears one of the soft shirts we left for her weeks ago. The fabric hangs loose on her frame, slidin

Ayla's povWhile I stand by my locker, my fingers slowly traces the edge of the dark green jacket I am wearing today. The embroidered flower on the inner lapel brushes against my wrist like a secret and the hallway buzzes with the usual morning energy, but something feels different today. Almost, heavier.I look back without really meaning to and that is when I see her.Nova sweeps through the main doors like she owns every tile on the floor. Her blonde hair falls in perfect waves, catching the light. That weaponized smile stretches across her face as she waves to a group of girls rushing toward her. Students rearrange themselves instantly, parting like water around a queen returning to her throne."Nova! You are back!" a girl squeals, falling into step beside her."Of course I am," Nova replies in a very loud and warm voice making sure that they wrap around the hallway like honey. "Did you miss me? I missed all of you."Laughter ripples through the crowd as more students join her or