All Chapters of Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Freya Ashwolf"I will construct a new path for us," Cassius Bloodwyn grunts, his dark fangs bared as he stares into his brimming goblet of blood-wine. "The Ashwolf Pack will not remain crippled forever."I step through the heavy arched threshold of the Blood Moon Gardens estate, my exhausted muscles humming from another brutal five-hour defensive acoustic session at the orchestra hall. The cool evening wind carries the scent of damp moss, crushed pine needles, and fresh game. I freeze in the outer courtyard, my dark skin prickling as my omega wolf senses an unfamiliar presence inside my private quarters.My breath hitches. Standing by the central hearth, his towering muscular frame silhouetted against the roaring flame, is my younger brother."Rowan!" I gasp, dropping my heavy battle-violin case onto the flagstones.Rowan Ashwolf whirls around, his pale eyes lighting up as a sheepish, crooked smile breaks across his face. "Freya! You're back early!""What are you doing here?" I hurry

Freya AshwolfCaelan gasps in reflex, thrashing his legs wildly, but his small child-wolf frame is no match for the hulking rogue blood hunter crushing him into the dark alley. A heavy cloth soaked in numbing nightshade juice smothers his face, choking off his frantic whimpers. Before the boy can even channel his inner wolf to howl for help, he is tossed into the back of a black iron carriage, and the kidnappers speed away into the shadows of Nightfall Haven.Back inside the orchestra hall, the young omega handler bows to Master Sebastian Blackmoor, securing his permission to bring Caelan to the practice stage. She hurries back to the guest parlor with a smile, but the velvet room sits completely empty. She glances around the stone arches, her chest tightening as she rushes to the front reception desk. The clerk idly mentions that the young pup walked toward the loo half an hour ago. The handler shrugs off her lingering worry, assuming the boy is simply taking his time, and slips back

"Stop crying, Freya," Rowan snaps gently, kneeling beside me to pull my shaking hands away from my face. "Your tears will not bring him back. Caelan is a Nightbane. He is strong. He is holding on."Before anyone else can speak, the dark communication stone in Lucien’s coat pocket flares with a harsh, unfamiliar purple light. An unknown rogue frequency.Lucien answers instantly, raising the stone to his ear. He does not speak. He waits like a predator listening to the rustle of leaves in the dark."Good morning, High Alpha Nightbane," a cold, raspy voice echoes from the crystal speaker. "How does it feel to wander blindly in the dark? Are you wondering who holds the royal heir?""I do not care who you are," Lucien says, his voice devoid of all human emotion. It is the voice of an executioner. "State your price for my nephew.""Direct. I respect an Alpha who doesn't waste breath," the rogue sneers. "Ten million pack gold coins, packed into four

Caelan will not return to my arms simply because my chest is heaving and my claws are digging into my own palms. The cold realization bites deeper than a rogue’s fangs. This is no nightmare I can wake from. The scent of ozone and copper hangs thick in the air, and if I keep letting my weak omega tears fall, the rest of the pack will only grow disgusted by my fragility.Our heavy armored transport grinds to a halt as we reach the peak of the jagged ridge overlooking the edge of the territory. The driver kills the engine at the foggy plateau. Near the cliff edge stands a dilapidated, abandoned ironworks plant, the tracker signal on the console blip-blipping with frenzied speed.Rowan sits upright in the passenger seat, his dark eyes scanning the perimeter as his wolf scent turns sharp with focus. "This is the place, Freya. The location beacon is broadcasting at maximum strength right here. Caelan must be locked inside that abandoned ironworks."Blood Physician Lawrence and his armed enf

"Shut your mouth or I will tear this omega's head clean off her shoulders!" the rogue blood hunter roars, his feral voice rattling the wooden beams of the cabin as he glares down at Caelan's trembling form.Caelan instantly stifles his tiny whimpers, burying his face deeper into my blood-soaked collarbone while whispering through his breath, "Miss Freya... please don't let him hurt you..."I force my eyes to stay open against the blinding, white-hot agony radiating from my crushed shoulder, my dark skin pale and slick with cold sweat as I strain to keep my body pressed over his small frame. "I am right here, little pup. Do not cry. I am not going anywhere."Across the ruined floorboards, the rogue pack leader spins around with a terrifying snarl, his yellow eyes flashing as he drives his heavy leather boot straight into the gut of his trembling scout. "You brainless dog! You dragged the High Lord's tracking scent right to our den! Why do I even pay you in wolf-blood?"The scout crashe