Alpha And Omega : Journey To Bear Kingdom นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he always gave her money, a good amount so that she could support herself well with her son, and now that they are together the boy is fine. -How old is that guy? -He's the same age as me. -His hand was going down his neck, "Almost a millennium ago five wolves of different breeds were born..." Booke forgot about the hand that wanted to get in places it couldn't: a gamma, a delta, an omega, a beta and finally an alpha. All five were born on the same day, in the same place, time and country. -The omega didn't know about it. Although those children were taken to five continents, except for the cold because that's not important," she shooed away the words. I'm in this one because I like it and b

"The moment they see our banners, they’ll scatter into the crags, and we’ll be hunting them through the snow for weeks." "Then we don't send banners," I said, a cold, predatory satisfaction returning to my voice as I looked at the short-handled iron crowbars the omegas were carrying. I looked at Moana, the completed bond between our souls pulsing with a sudden, synchronized rhythm of absolute, unyielding intent. "We send the Alpha, the Beta, and the Luna. We take the head of the pack before they can clear the valley floor."

“You didn’t look surprised. Not by the Goddess. Not by the tri-bond. Not even by Kael.” Slowly, Alpha Thane turned to face me. Up close, I could see the lines carved into his face—marks of battles fought long before I was born, grief etched so deeply it had become part of him. His eyes, so like mine, searched my face as if weighing how much truth I could bear. “I hoped I was wrong,” he said finally. My wolf surged, ears flattening. Tell us. “There are stories,” he continued, lowering his voice. “Old ones. Buried deliberately. About a convergence. A vessel born omega not to be ruled, but to rule balance itself.”

The primal symphony of snarls, growls, and yelps echoed through the narrow alleyways, creating a cacophony of primal fury. As Brianna cautiously opened her eyes, she witnessed the Alpha’s power in action. His movements were a dance of lethal precision. Each strike was calculated to subdue the rogues who had threatened her. The rogue leader, seemingly aware that they mess with the wrong wolf, attempted to retreat, but the Alpha pursued relentlessly, and he immediately chased him. “Ah—I’m so sorry, Alpha! I didn’t know that the Omega was yours. P-Please, spar—ACKH!!!”

Beast informs me casually, just as I'm heading towards the Widow sanctuary to have a conversation with the director. “Make sure the team is prepared, and the vehicles are ready, I'll be arriving shortly,” I inform Beast as I step into the sanctuary. As I make my way towards the main office, I take a moment to observe my surroundings. I notice a handful of omegas walking around confidently, while a few alphas stand back, either observing them or engaging in conversations with one another. It's truly remarkable to witness the progress they have made at the sanctuary and how much they have healed. It's a testament to the incredible work being done here.

“We just have some questions.” I guess they’re not falling for it. Oh well. “I don’t have one,” I snap out. Another shared look. “Don’t have what?” asks Dante. “An Alpha.” I say. “That’s what you want to know, right?” Brody shrugs. “I suppose that’s one thing we were curious about, but what we really want to know is why an omega is running around unprotected.” My heart stops in my chest and I inhale sharply. “That’s what you are, right? An omega?”

And another took a trembling step backward and whispered the words that sent a chill down my spine. "Impossible." The growl came again, closer this time. The hunters' fear turned to panic. And one of them breathed a name that meant nothing to me. Yet somehow made every wolf around me terrified. "The Alpha King." The darkness between the trees shifted, and something powerful stepped into the clearing.

His inner omega stirred, yearning for the alpha who had claimed a piece of his soul. Kael stood by the large stone hearth, firelight dancing across his broad, muscular chest. At twenty-nine, the Alpha King was the embodiment of Shadowfang’s might — tall, powerful, and radiating an aura of dominance that made lesser wolves submit without a word. His golden eyes glowed with barely contained desire as they fixed on Cassian. “You’re late, little omega,” Kael said, his deep voice sending pleasant shivers down Cassian’s spine. “The guards changed their patrol routes tonight,” Cassian replied softly, stepping further into the room. “I had to be careful.”

My chest tightened as if a silver-laced snare had suddenly cinched around my ribs. A frantic mixture of adrenaline, sharp longing, and absolute, crushing disorientation flooded my senses. Grant Walker, the Alpha of the West, the wolf who held the keys to the Walker Enterprises Tower and commanded the respect of every pack in the territory, was currently staring at his phone with the wide-eyed helplessness of a pup receiving a signal from a fated mate he thought he’d lost to the void.

It echoed through the forest, shaking the trees, sending birds screaming into the night and making the earth itself seem to recoil. It was the howl of an Alpha who had lost everything. And it carried only one vow… Blood would answer for blood.