All Chapters of THE RISE OF A WORTHLESS OMEGA: Rescued By Three Alphas : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV: AylaThe Mage’s lips touch my forehead and the dark opens like a door that has been waiting years to unlock.I am eight years old again. I stand in the corner of my mother’s bedroom, small and quiet, watching her the way I always did when she thought I was asleep. The lamp on the table throws a circle of yellow light across the bed. Her hands move fast. She writes with a pen that scratches against the paper. Her shoulders shake. Tears fall onto the page and she wipes them away with the back of her wrist before they can ruin the ink.“Sera,” a voice calls from downstairs. My father’s voice. Sharp. “What are you doing up there?”My mother freezes. She looks toward the door, then back at the letter. She folds it once, twice, three times until it is small enough to hide. She reaches for the childhood bag on the floor, the same one I still carry. Her fingers work the lining open with a needle and thread. The stitches are tight and uneven because her hands will not stop trembling.“I a

POV: AylaI close the door on all three of them with a quiet click. It is somehow worse than any scream I could have thrown at them. The sound settles into the room and stays there. I stand with my back against the wood for a long moment, breathing through the heat that is rising in my chest. Then I walk to the middle of the floor and sit down.I do not scream. I do not throw anything. I just sit with my knees drawn up and my arms wrapped around them and I let everything I am feeling come forward without trying to push it down. The vision is still fresh behind my eyes. My mother’s face. The letter she hid in the lining of the bag. The way my father stood in the doorway and watched her die without moving to help her. The moment my wolf went silent when I was four years old while Mara smiled at me like she was doing something kind. All of it sits in me like a second heartbeat that will not quiet.I stay on the floor until I am sure of everything I feel. It takes about twenty minutes. Th

POV: RykerThe howl is still echoing through the compound when she moves.One second she is standing in the middle of the room in her white form, bright enough to make the walls look darker than they are. The next second she is gone. She does not wait for permission. She does not look at any of us. Her wolf turns toward the door and runs because that is what fifteen years of being sealed will do. The moment the door finally opens, you run.I am already shifting before the thought fully forms. My clothes tear as the change takes me. The fracture still sits heavy in my bones, but the pull of the bond is stronger than the weakness. Caius and Zane shift at the same time. None of us speak. There is nothing to say that our wolves do not already understand.She goes through the garden gate like it was never meant to stop her. Across the open field beyond the wall. Straight into the forest without slowing. The night air is cold and sharp. The trees close around her white form and then around

POV: RykerThe training room is freezing, a sharp, biting cold that clings to the ventilation ducts and seems to seep directly into the concrete floor, but I don’t feel it. I don’t feel anything except the rhythmic, heavy, jarring thud of Ayla’s feet against the mat. We started at four in the morning, long before the sun had dared to peek over the jagged horizon of the compound, and I haven't let her stop for a single second. No warm-up, no polite check-ins, no patience for the delicate, fragile girl she was when we first brought her into this world. I want to see the threshold of her endurance. I want to know exactly how much pressure she can take, how much weight she can carry, and how much pain she can absorb before the mysterious, locked seal in her chest finally cracks wide open."Again," I bark, my voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings as I circle her like a predator in a ring.Ayla doesn't pant; she doesn't gasp for air. She doesn't complain, and she certainly doesn't beg f

**POV: Dorian**The office feels too quiet. The air filtration system hums low and steady. The antique wall clock ticks like a countdown I can no longer ignore. I sit at my mahogany desk. The wood feels cold under my arms. On the wall screen the summit preparations look like a grand show. It is all noise. The real threat is already in motion.The formal charges Caius Voss filed against me sit on the corner of my desk like a loaded weapon. Abuse of a protected bloodline. Illegal suppression of a White Luna. Collusion. Direct physical harm. The language is precise. The evidence is already moving through the inter-pack council. My lawyers tell me the freeze on my assets could come within days. My pack authority is already under review.Ayla has become the problem I cannot contain. She is no longer a sealed, silent girl I could control. She is the White Luna the entire territory now knows exists. Three alpha heirs stand behind her openly. Every hour she remains free my options shrink.Nov