All Chapters of Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

My mind goes completely blank as High Alpha Lucien Nightbane seals his cold lips over mine underwater. His massive hands lock around my waist, his possessive Alpha power surging through the kiss as he forces air directly into my drowning lungs. My heart thunders wildly inside my chest, my omega wolf whimpering in absolute submission.With a powerful kick of his legs, Lucien breaks through the surface of the thermal pool, dragging me up with him.I gasp violently, coughing up trapped water as the cold night air hits my soaked skin. I faint from the sudden rush of oxygen, my head spinning out of control."Hang in there, Freya!" Lucien growls, his voice tight with raw panic. He hauls my body out of the water, laying me flat on the cool stone tiles of the Blood Moon Gardens.He kneels over me instantly, his broad chest heaving. He presses his large, calloused hands directly against the center of my chest, beginning chest compressions without a second of hesitation.I open my eyes just as

My claws dug into the cold sheets as the metallic scent of blood-heal herbs drifted through the room. I opened my eyes, my lungs burning, the heavy pressure in my chest slowly ebbing away. The faint sound of breathing beside my bed made me turn my head."You should not be moving, Omega," a deep, velvet voice commanded from the shadows of the plush armchair.Lucien Nightbane sat with his long legs crossed, his broad shoulders filling out a tailored dark tunic. His silver-hued hair caught the dim light of the Moonfang Healing Sanctuary, but my gaze immediately snapped to his face. He reached up with broad, calloused fingers, slowly slipping off his clear-lens glasses—the ones he wore only when he wanted the world to believe he was just a harmless noble instead of the most feared High Alpha in the Crimson Hollow Dominion. He folded the frames closed, one temple at a time, the sharp snap echoing in the quiet room like a weapon being cocked."I am fine, My Lord," I rasped, my throat raw. A

Freya Ashwolf"Cassius Bloodwyn received the punishment he rightfully earned from the Nightbane Royal Sentinels, but you? By what authority do you dare bark commands at my brother and me?" My voice cuts through the muggy air of the principal's chamber, sharp enough to bleed any wolf in the room. "Have your rotting gray cells forgotten that you exiled my mother into the barren borderlands? You screamed into the night air that Rowan and I were no blood of yours! You discarded us like spoiled meat to rot in the mud. So why are you crawling back into our lives now? Because Cassius stole the roof over our heads and left us to freeze under the red moon without a second thought!"My dark skin flushes with boiling heat, my inner Omega wolf snapping her jaws against my ribs. "Years ago, when Rowan’s body was racked with bone-fever and he needed precious blood-herbs to survive, you slammed the heavy iron gates of the Ashwolf Moon Hall in our faces! Now that Rowan’s brilliant mind has forged a r

Freya AshwolfMy omega wolf stirs restlessly against my ribs, her ears perked as I watch my brother Rowan lower his trembling hands beneath the marble table. His long, dark-skinned fingers intertwine tightly, a telltale sign of the deep insecurity that plagues him whenever he stands before powerful Alphas. Ever since the rogue blood hunters attacked our border lodge years ago, leaving him with a slight limp, Rowan has carried a quiet shame. He dreads the mocking glares of high-caste wolves and their cruel, hushed whispers.He clears his throat, his eyes darting to the towering figure across from us. "Can I send someone else to present the array at the tower, High Alpha? Gideon is one of the co-creators of the software. He knows every single line of the spell-craft as intimately as I do."Gideon Frostclaw blinks in surprise, but before he can speak, I reach beneath the table and squeeze Rowan’s cold hand tightly. My dark skin contrasts against his pale knuckles. I know what this projec

Freya Ashwolf"My sire gifted me this six moon-cycles ago," Caelan Ashwolf says, his tiny dark hands dancing over the control slate as he beams up at me. "It cannot project vocal rune-waves like Shadow. But if you key in the proper kinetic commands, it will perform full battle drills or traditional war dances. Watch this."Caelan taps a rapid sequence of activation runes into the ironwood console. The massive bronze-plated golem beside us shudders, its heavy joints grinding with an deep metallic hum. Though it looks clumsy and heavy enough to crack cobblestones, it suddenly shifts into a series of incredibly fluid, lightning-fast defensive maneuvers. The sheer mechanical grace puts even the high-tier battle-golems of the royal sentinel barracks to shame."Elder Viktor sent this one from the northern front," Caelan continues, dragging me down the line of shimmering constructs like a child showing off prized hunting trophies. "And this silver one was retrieved from the blood-mines!"I f