Todos los capítulos de THE RISE OF A WORTHLESS OMEGA: Rescued By Three Alphas : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

POV: AylaThe protocol hits us on a Tuesday morning. I am in the middle of breakfast with the three of them when Caius’s phone lights up. He reads the message once, then again, his jaw tightening in that quiet way he has when something is about to go wrong. Zane stops mid-sentence about the latest security report. Ryker sets his coffee down without drinking it.“It's time for the mandatory intersession,” Caius says. His voice stays even, but I hear the edge underneath. “We are returning back to our packs for the next three weeks. Every student at the academy has to return to their home pack and our packs are requesting that we must come back home. You can't go with us, you know that right?”I keep my eyes on my plate. The eggs have gone cold. I already knew this was coming. The integration rules are old and strict, written to stop powerful packs from hoarding students especially during the mid session. I watched the Alphas spend the last two days digging through every loophole they c

**POV: Caius**The medical report lands on my desk just after noon. I open the folder without hurry. The first page is clean, clinical. I read it once. Then I read it again, slower. The words do not change.Fractured rib, left side, healing stage consistent with injury sustained approximately ten days ago. Second-degree burn on the anterior collarbone, treated but still raw at the edges. Six separate contusion sites across the torso and upper arms, patterns consistent with repeated blunt force impact from fists and possibly objects. No internal bleeding detected at time of exam. Patient presented with elevated stress markers and signs of prolonged sleep deprivation.I set the pages down. The paper makes a small sound against the wood. I lean back in the chair and look at the clock on the wall. The second hand moves. I do not reach for the phone yet. I do not stand. Eleven minutes pass. I count them without trying. My wolf is very still inside me, the kind of still that comes right bef

POV: ZaneThe training field is quiet except for the sound of our breathing and the occasional thud of feet on the mats. We have been at it for almost an hour, the three of us moving through the usual drills. Ryker is spotting Caius on a heavy lift. I am circling, waiting for my turn to shift and test the perimeter like we do most evenings. The bond between us feels steady tonight, the same low hum it has carried since Ayla came back. She is in the main house. Safe. That is enough to keep my wolf calm even when the old restlessness tries to surface.I drop into a crouch and let the shift rise. It has always come easy for me, a clean pull of muscle and instinct. Tonight the pull stops halfway. There is no pain. No warning. Just nothing. My wolf reaches for the change and finds empty space. I stay human. My hands stay human. The fur and claws I expect do not come.I straighten slowly and look across at the others. Ryker has the barbell halfway up when his arms start to shake. Not the co

POV: AylaI ask them to meet me in the small sitting room on the second floor. Midday. Sunlight comes through the tall windows and lands on the four chairs I arranged in a loose circle. No bed. No low lights. Just four chairs and a table with nothing on it. I want this to feel like what it is. A conversation between people who have been circling something important for too long. I chose daytime on purpose. I do not want shadows or the quiet of night to make this easier than it should be. I want us all awake and clear-headed when I ask what I need to ask.They come when I ask. Caius first, then Ryker, then Zane. They sit when I point to the chairs. No one tries to stand close or touch me. I stay on my feet for a moment longer, looking at each of them in turn. My heart beats steady but loud in my ears. I have spent too many years folding myself smaller. Not today. I have carried too many questions in silence since I came back here. Since I started noticing the way their wolves reacted t

POV: CaiusThe voice comes from directly behind us, calm and ancient and completely certain. I turn my head while still holding the phone to my ear. The healer is already on her way, but something tells me she will not be the one who decides what happens next.The woman standing there is small. She moves with the unhurried pace of someone who has never needed to rush in her entire life. Her hair is silver-white and braided simply down her back. Her clothes are plain, the kind of fabric that has traveled far. But it is her eyes that stop me. They are dark and steady and carry the specific weight of someone who has watched centuries pass rather than decades. She walks through the ring of frozen students as if they are nothing more than furniture in her path.Ryker keeps Ayla pressed against his chest. His arms are locked around her like he can hold her soul in place by force alone. Zane’s hand is still on her face. Neither of them moves. I lower the phone slowly.The Mage crouches besid