Todos los capítulos de THE RISE OF A WORTHLESS OMEGA: Rescued By Three Alphas : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Ayla's povNova's broken claw burns a hole in my jacket pocket all through the morning classes. Every time I shift, it pricks my thigh like a warning I cannot ignore.Zane leans over during history, his breath warm against my ear. "Stop touching it. You're making me want to snap her neck in the hallway."I glance at him only to realize that his usual smirk is gone, replaced by something sharper. "It's just a threat, Zane. She has actually done worse."Ryker's hand lands on my knee under the desk, heavy and steady. "Not anymore.".His voice is low, meant only for me. "If she comes near you again and we're not there, I'll make sure that she regrets every smile she's ever faked."Caius doesn't look up from his notes, but his pen stops moving. "Just focus. She's testing boundaries, so don't give her any."The bell rings and students pour into the hall. The crowd parts wider than usual around us and Nova waits by the fountain outside, surrounded by her usual flock. She laughs at something

Ayla's POVI wake up tangled between them. My skin is still humming from what they did to me last night. They didn't hurt me in any way, no. Rather they claimed every inch of my body, exploring me in a way that made my body explode with pleasure and left me trembling long after they were done. Ryker's heavy arm pins my waist, Zane's breath warms my neck, and Caius lies on his side, one hand possessively cupping my thigh even in sleep. The brand on my forehead throbs faintly under fresh gauze, but the ache between my legs feels... different. It feels good like I’m owned.Then reality hits. They stir almost at the same time, pulling away like professionals after the end of a meeting. No morning kisses or soft words like someone after a night with someone they own.I sit up and clutch the sheet tighter to my chest. "Good morning."Caius dresses very quickly and by the time I’m looking at him he is already half-dressed, buttoning his shirt with precise movements. "Breakfast in ten. Don'

*POV: Ayla*The morning after the confession, the silence in the room felt heavy and thick. It pressed down on Ayla like a living thing. She sat up slowly. The thin sheet pooled around her waist. The air still carried the heat from the night before, but now it clashed with the cold truth settling over everything. Her skin remembered their hands, their mouths, their bodies moving together, yet her mind replayed one word that had slipped out at the worst moment.Caius stood near the window. His back was rigid, shoulders tense. Ryker stayed on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. Zane lingered by the door. He could not even look at her.Ayla swallowed hard. Her throat felt raw. "The Fracture," she said, her voice raspy. "You said it mid-thrust, Caius. Like it was a secret you were trying to keep even from yourselves."Caius turned around. His face showed practiced control. "It is a generational curse, Ayla. It is bleeding our wolves dry. It strips us of our shifting ability, our lo

POV: AylaThe letter feels like a heavy, suffocating weight in my hand. I do not open it right away. Instead I cross the hallway on silent bare feet and shove the envelope toward Caius. He stands by his desk scrolling through a digital map of the compound perimeter.Caius looks down at the parchment without touching it. He leans closer. His eyes narrow as he studies the crimson wax seal. It looks crude. A messy, hurried imitation of a crest that was once sharp and deliberate.“It has been compromised,” Caius says. His voice drops into that lethal low register that makes the air feel brittle.“Someone has read it,” I say. My voice sounds hollow.Caius does not answer immediately. He reaches for his phone. Within minutes Ryker and Zane enter the room. The space already cramped now feels crowded with the raw, vibrating tension of three powerful men on the edge of violence.Caius lays out the facts in short, clipped sentences. The seal is broken and resealed. The implications hit hard. So

POV: AylaThe same jagged mark that appeared on the night my mother was murdered now scars the ground just outside the walls where I sleep, a chilling reminder that the alphas understand this fight runs far deeper than my father or Nova ever could. It was something ancient and merciless, and it has finally found me.Caius calls an emergency war council without hesitation, and the four of us gather around the heavy table while he spreads the archive papers flat across the wood like battle plans.“This faction is real,” he says, his voice steady but grave. “It stretches back centuries, operating in the shadows across countless packs, pulling strings no one else can see.”“What do they want?” I ask, pressing my hands flat against the table to keep them from trembling.“They want to kill every White Luna before she fully wakes,” Caius explains, his eyes locked on mine. “A fully realized White Luna can shatter corrupt alpha bloodlines and rewrite the very laws that bind our packs together.