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His blood leaves a trail behind him, dark and gleaming under the moonlight, and for a moment I wonder if he understands what waits for him in the black water, if he knows that the ocean doesn’t forgive, that the sharks circling below can smell his blood already, that they are waiting for him like death itself. Maddie turns her head slightly, not away, but enough that I can see her lashes tremble, and my chest tightens with a protective instinct so fierce I almost call my men back, almost spare her this sight, but then I stop myself, because she asked for this, she fought for this, she wanted the truth, and to deny her now would be to strip her of the justice she has claimed with her own hand

This place was beautiful indeed, and the way they created a waterfront by diverting the lake water around the estate was genius. There was someone else already in the room, sleeping on a thin mattress on the floor. Woman 3! She woke up when the light from the windows seeped through. The skies were now fiery red after the rain. "Hi, did you just get here?" Woman 3 asked me, appearing to be deprived of human interaction. Most omegas at Wyatt's place were humans, so I assumed her to be a human here as well. I was normally a friendly person. Maya told me I was too warm and kind. Today, I felt cold and bitter. I hated the sight of anyone and everyone around me, even if they merely existed.

“There’s no way anyone survived that.” Junie collapsed to her knees, sobbing. Odessa stood silent, her crimson coat billowing in the heat. But far beneath the ruins, in the smoldering darkness… a pair of golden eyes flickered faintly. The swamp was silent now. No laughter. No clashing blades. Only insects and the occasional crack of a branch. Junie sat alone at the edge of the ruined encampment, her legs drawn to her chest. Smoke still drifted from the burned ruins of the Lafitte mansion across the water.

NARRATIVE POV When the Omega mistress, Bree, gave up the location of where she sold Tia, nothing was left. The rogues working in the warehouse where they kept the stolen pups were torn to bits, and no one knew what had happened. The walls were painted in the crimson of the criminal rogues; no one could make sense of what had happened. Who saved these stolen pups and teens? When the recovered pups were questioned, all anyone could say was that they heard screams, but they saw nothing from the kennels where they were stored.

"Vixen! You have brought ruin to this den! You claimed she was the whelp of a nameless rogue and a dying grandfather!" Charlotte, weeping and clawing at the floor, tried to defend her error. "I only saw the old wolf, Preston, at the gate every day! How was I to know she was protected by the Shadow?" She realized too late that she had kidnapped a cub protected by a god of the underground. The reality of his doom began to sink into Bennett’s bones. In a fit of frantic, misguided rage, he grabbed his own son, Harper, and shoved the boy toward the broken porcelain. The boy wailed as the glass bit into his knees.

##Chapter 043 ##Moon Blood The air inside Mama Oya’s den was thick with herbs, smoke, and something older—something that seemed to hum beneath my skin. The Appalachian night pressed close outside, the forest alive with cicadas and the distant howl of wolves, but here in this place, I felt as though the earth itself was holding its breath.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Hot. It was scorching hot, and really dark. Feeling exhausted, I panted and bent over, hands on knees. A trickle of sweat ran down my spine and my hair plastered on my head. I was on a lone street, everything looking weird and out of place until I noticed Mama Owen’s closed shop in a distance. A closer look on the route, I realised this was the street leading camp. I was back at Westfalls but it didn’t feel like Westfalls. It was creepily quiet except for the howling wind. The only source of light was the moonlight.

She would come as something else entirely. Selene hadn’t eaten in two days. The ache in her stomach had long since dulled into something deeper—a gnawing exhaustion that slowed her movements, blurred her vision, made every step feel heavier. She found water—a thin, icy stream cutting through the thick roots of ancient trees—and drank until the cold settled deep in her throat, giving her just enough strength to keep moving. The first real threat came that same night. A black-furred rogue, massive, scarred, with sharp yellow eyes that gleamed in the dark, tracking her from the moment she entered his territory.