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Lucien bolts, leaping and catching the assailant by the throat, tearing it back. Bodies are falling. Wolves cry out. The ground becomes slick with blood. And then I see him. The Omega. He stands apart from the others. Not fighting. Just watching. His presence is wrong, an oil slick in the middle of a stream. He smiles. I shift back into human form, panting. “You!” I yell. The Omega tilts his head, almost mockingly. “Little Velen girl. You fight well. But this isn’t about winning. Not tonight.”

"But at least I'm honest about who I am. Can you say the same?" "I know exactly who I am." "Do you? Or do you just know what they told you to be?" A blur of movement. Omega appeared ten feet away, materializing from the shadows like a ghost. Up close, she was even more unsettling—inhumanly perfect, gold eyes reflecting light like a cat's. "You think you can save me," Omega said. "With words. With sympathy. You think I'm some lost girl waiting to be rescued." "No." Chaewon held her ground. "I think you're a weapon with a girl's face. But I also think somewhere inside, that girl is still screaming. Still fighting. Still hoping."

It was definitely a who. I pulled off the heavy cloak to reveal a terrified female Omega, clutching a broom tightly. How long had she been there?! "What are you doing here, Omega?” I demanded as I yanked her up by the arm and dragged her back to the desk. "An extra ear, do we eliminate it? We don't know how much she has heard.” Kieran motioned for me to let her go. Her fear was written all over her, as she was visibly shaken. Her face was red with embarrassment.

The weight of Drax's words pressed down on Xienma like a physical force, threatening to crush her spirit. She felt a deep, gnawing doubt creep into her mind, a chilling whisper that questioned everything she knew about herself. Her mother, a traitor? A half-breed, a wolf less omega? The words echoed in her mind, a relentless drumbeat of uncertainty.

Around midnight, Guardian intelligence forwarded emergency communication from Geneva facility. I opened it immediately, sensing significance. "Security Alert: Subject Omega missing from assigned quarters. Last confirmed location was research wing at 1800 hours local time. Current whereabouts unknown. Facility lockdown initiated. All personnel conducting systematic search. Subject is not considered violent but does possess consciousness influence capabilities that may affect security response. Guardian consultant Damian Cole advised to remain in secured quarters until situation resolves." Subject Omega had escaped. Successfully departed from facility that had held her for two years and was so

I replied calmly. My eyes narrowed slightly. “And besides… who told you there’s an Omega here?” Timothy raised a brow slowly. “Daniel did.” Right on cue, Daniel stepped through the doorway, his arms folded and a smug expression sitting comfortably on his face. “Yes, I did,” he said. His eyes scanned the room with open disgust. “I don’t trust that weakling. Her scent is strange… almost demonic,” Daniel continued coldly. “And I know she’s going to be a problem for this pack.”

"Always." The rejected omega's story had ended. The White Wolf Queen's story was just beginning. And I couldn't wait to see what came next. THE END

she answered quickly. “You may come in.” Cassidy opened the door for both her and Emily to enter. “Good morning, sir,” they said in unison. “What brings you here?” Magnus asked coolly. “Sir, I overheard Damien and Lucian planning to search for the Omega,” Cassidy said. “Thank you for the information. You may leave.” They bowed their heads slightly and left the study. As they walked side by side, Cassidy’s lips curled into a sinister smile. 'Soon it shall happen,' she thought to herself, but Emily didn’t notice the glint in her eyes.

POV: Carlos I poured some more whiskey into my glass and drank it without thinking. I wanted it to burn, to take away my urge to break everything. The office was a mess, papers scattered everywhere, the smell of alcohol and anger. That woman still hadn't shown up. No news from Maura. Just excuses, rumors, and a silence that irritated me more than any words. The communicator vibrated on the table. It was Bernardo. “Go ahead.” “The omega has been found, Alpha. Trying to cross the northern border.”

Seven full centuries have passed since our world last saw an Omega, which makes this entire situation exponentially more complicated than it already was. I should've recognized what she was immediately last night, honestly. Contacting my trusted council confidant seems necessary now, someone who might help navigate whatever comes next. Dragging fingers through my hair, I flip through Olivia's paperwork once more. Someone managed to break into my private office overnight, using scent-masking technology cleverly enough that identifying the intruder proved impossible. Exhaling heavily, I realize her painful history will likely become public knowledge shortly. These privileged students will prac