Todos los capítulos de THE RISE OF A WORTHLESS OMEGA: Rescued By Three Alphas : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

POV: CaiusThe grand hall of the Summit Center hums with restrained power as the formal opening begins. Heavy chandeliers cast golden light over long oak tables arranged in a wide circle. I sit directly across from Dorian, watching every calculated movement he makes, my expression carefully neutral while the bond in my chest pulls steadily toward Ayla, who sits a few rows behind me with Ryker and Zane flanking her like silent guardians. The air carries the mingled scents of polished wood, aged whiskey, and the sharp undercurrent of wolf politics—ambition, old grudges, and fragile alliances all swirling together.Dorian rises when the council chair calls his name, every inch the perfect regional Alpha. His suit fits like it was tailored for this exact moment, his posture straight and commanding without a trace of arrogance. He smiles warmly at the assembled council members, many of whom traveled from distant territories, and his voice rolls out smooth and authoritative, filling the roo

**POV: Zane**The summit recess pulses with barely contained tension while I sit in the secure monitoring room adjacent to the main hall, my phone connected to the compound’s security feeds as I watch the digital threads of my carefully laid trap begin to tighten. Over the past two days I fed Lila three precise pieces of false intelligence—a fabricated change to the summit schedule that suggested an early close, a supposed security gap on the east perimeter during the night shift, and a forged internal communication claiming Ayla would be moved to an offsite safe house for protection. Today, all three false leads activate simultaneously, and I wait with predatory patience, my wolf hovering close to the surface, amber eyes fixed on the glowing screens.The bond tugs gently toward Ayla and the others, a steady warmth that keeps me grounded even as adrenaline sharpens every sense. I can feel Ryker’s protective vigilance and Caius’s calculated calm through our connection, but right now my

POV: AylaThe four days expire under a heavy, watchful night as I sit awake in my room, the bond humming with quiet tension between me and my three alphas. The summit has drained us all, but none of us can truly rest—not with the transfer window closing at midnight. When the urgent knock finally comes at the door, I am already on my feet, heart pounding steadily as Ryker and Zane step inside first, their expressions grim but victorious. Caius follows close behind, carrying a thick folder of documents that looks far too official for the late hour.“They got him,” Caius says without preamble, his voice low and steady as he meets my eyes. “The faction operative was captured at the east perimeter at 11:58 PM—two minutes before the transfer window closed. Security brought him in quietly. He was carrying full extraction documents with your father’s signature.”I feel the weight of his words settle over me like a cold blanket. Ryker moves to my side, his large hand resting warm and reassurin

POV: AylaI wake before any of them, the early morning light filtering softly through the curtains and painting the room in gentle golds and pale blues. For a long moment I lie completely still, studying their faces in the quiet dawn. Ryker sleeps on my left, his massive frame taking up more than half the bed, one heavy arm still draped possessively across my waist. The man who looks terrifying when awake—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and that constant edge of controlled power—appears devastatingly peaceful in sleep. His brow is smooth, lips slightly parted, the usual tension gone from his features. He looks younger somehow, more vulnerable, and my heart squeezes at the sight.On my right, Zane has curled toward me, his face relaxed in a way I rarely see when he’s awake. The perpetual performer, always quick with a joke or a charming grin, has melted into something softer, more real. His lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks, and there’s the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth,

POV: Ryker“Hand me the original filing,” I say, reaching for the document on Caius’s desk with barely contained fury. The Household Continuity Statute papers feel toxic in my hands, Dorian’s signature mocking me from the page as I carry them toward the fireplace in the war room. The flames crackle hungrily, casting flickering light across the stone walls, and for a moment I simply want to watch it all turn to ash.Caius puts a firm hand on my arm, not to stop me entirely but to make me wait. “Not yet,” he says evenly, his voice carrying that calm authority I both respect and sometimes resent. “We draft the full legal counter-response first. Every word needs to be precise. We burn it only after the counter is filed and confirmed. No mistakes tonight.”I grunt in reluctant agreement and set the papers down on the heavy oak table instead. “Fine. But the second it’s official, this garbage burns. I’m tired of reading his lies about holding Ayla against her will. She chose us. She’s still