All Chapters of THE LAST ROYAL OMEGA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Three days.That was all the Council had given them.The letter arrived the morning after they returned from Marcus's apartment—sealed with the High Council's emblem, delivered by a courier who refused to meet their eyes. Wren had stared at it for a long moment before breaking the wax.His hands were steady as he read it aloud.To Wren Ilvaren Voss and Kirill Dmitri Voronov,Your blood-law marriage has been provisionally recognized by the High Council. However, formal confirmation requires your appearance before the Council within seventy-two hours of this notice. Failure to appear will result in automatic voidance of the treaty, revocation of all protections granted under Article Four, and immediate enforcement of standard Omega registration protocols.The Council awaits your attendance.Wren set the letter down. His heart was pounding, but his voice was flat."They're giving us three days."Kirill took the letter, scanning it quickly. His grey eyes darkened."This isn't a confirmati

The safe house was quieter than the estate had ever been.No guards patrolling the corridors. No servants moving through the halls. Just Wren and Kirill, the evidence spread across the table, and the weight of everything they'd discovered pressing down on them like a physical thing.Wren sat at the table, staring at his mother's letter. He'd read it so many times the words had begun to blur, but he couldn't stop. It was all he had left of her. All he had left of the life before the fire."She knew," Wren said quietly. "She knew the Council was going to kill her. She knew my uncle had betrayed her. And she still chose to protect me."Kirill was standing by the window, his grey eyes scanning the street below. "She loved you.""She gave up everything for me.""She wanted you to survive."Wren's throat tightened. "And my father? Did he want me to survive? Or did he just want to control me?"Kirill turned to face him. "I don't know. But I intend to find out."Wren looked up at him. "How?"

The safe house was smaller than the last one.A single room, a single window, a single door. Kirill had chosen it for its defensibility—narrow sightlines, reinforced locks, no secondary exits. Wren sat at the small table, his father across from him, the weight of everything they'd discovered pressing down on them like a physical thing.Marcus looked older in the harsh light. His face was still bruised, his movements still slow, but his eyes were sharp. The eyes of a man who had been waiting sixteen years for this moment."Seraphina Vance," Wren repeated. "The Council Chairwoman."Marcus nodded. "She's been in power for thirty years. Longer than anyone knows. She orchestrated the massacre. She orchestrated your father's disappearance. She orchestrated the suppressants. She orchestrated your bond with Kirill."Wren's throat tightened. "Why?""Because she needs you." Marcus's voice was flat. "You're the last Royal Omega. Your bloodline is the key to controlling the Alpha bloodlines. If s

The safe house was silent.Wren sat at the small table, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea he hadn't touched. The evidence was spread before him—letters, photographs, financial records, his mother's letter, his father's message. Everything he'd collected over the past weeks. Everything that proved the Council's corruption.And none of it was enough.Seraphina Vance had admitted to orchestrating the massacre. She'd admitted to the suppressants. She'd admitted to the bond. She'd admitted to everything.But she'd been too calm. Too controlled. Too certain.Wren had seen enough liars in his life to recognize when someone was telling a partial truth. Seraphina had admitted to the crimes, but she hadn't admitted to the design. She was a weapon, not the hand that wielded it.Someone else was pulling the strings.Wren looked up as Kirill entered the room. The Alpha was carrying a small tray—bread, cheese, a fresh pot of tea."You haven't eaten," Kirill said."I'm not hungry.""You need to

The safe house was silent.Wren sat at the small table, the evidence spread before him. The names. The locations. The proof. And at the bottom of the list, one name he couldn't stop staring at.Kirill Voronov.The bond remained between them, a constant presence. But for the first time since the alley, Wren did not know what it meant. Not warmer. Not stronger. Different.Wren didn't look up as Kirill entered the room. He heard the Alpha's footsteps, measured and deliberate, crossing to the table."You've been staring at that list for hours," Kirill said.Wren didn't answer.Kirill was silent for a long moment. Then he pulled out the chair across from Wren and sat down."Ask me," Kirill said.Wren finally looked up. The Alpha's grey eyes were unreadable, but his posture was steady. Unwavering."How long have you known about the Inner Circle?"Kirill didn't answer.Wren's stomach tightened. "Kirill.""I knew they were watching you."Wren went still. "Before we met?"Silence."How long?"