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Orion stated, sounding more like a warning. My brows fused into a frown. They knew each other? “Not after you hand her over to me for her punishment.” Ken’s face hardened and Dana stepped out from behind him. “What?” Orion eyed him with distaste. “Why on earth would I hand over someone that just got out of a coma to you? Or are you lusting over this one too?” Ken clenched his jaw, annoyance flashed in his eyes. “Watch your mouth.” “You’re also an alpha. You know the rules.” Venom dripped from Dana’s words. “Hand her over.”

His dagger shimmered in the light, shadows crawling up his arms like dark veins, ready to tear through our defenses. “You cannot hide from me,” he hissed, circling us with inhuman speed. “You cannot escape the truth. You are mine, in ways you refuse to accept.” I felt a pulse of anger, a spark of defiance, and my Omega energy roared to life. The warrior mirrored me, matching every beat, every surge, every strike. Our power intertwined, creating a storm that even Rowan had to respect.

They seem happy together until angry men arrive and destroy their home. In the next mural, the man with silver ash hair is stabbed in the back… by the brown-haired man. Judging by how the artist depicts them, I’d say the once-crying Omega betrayed the Alpha who saved him. A thousand questions run through my mind, but I keep moving along.

He evaded the Beta's attacks, landing precise strikes that slowly wore his opponent down. Blood trickled from a cut above Landon's eye, and his ribs screamed in protest, but he pressed on. This wasn't just about him anymore. Every omega watching needed to see that they weren't helpless, that they could fight back. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, Garrett overextended himself. Landon seized the opportunity, executing a perfect throw that sent the Beta crashing into the dirt. Before Garrett could rise, Landon planted his foot on the Beta's throat – not pressing, just reminding him who had won.

Homer had originally planned to borrow Landon's fortune to save Aria and stop Tobias from activating the Divine Sight. With that in mind, Homer approached the bed, sat down, and lifted Landon's hand to take his pulse. "His pulse and breathing are normal." Just as Homer was about to check his eyes, Landon's fingers twitched, and his brows furrowed. Homer frowned. That wasn't a normal reaction. Landon hadn't responded to his touch; it was more like he was reacting to something within a dream. A realization struck Homer. Could Landon be stuck in a dream so vivid it felt real? Or was he trapped in the manifestation? More importantly, had he entered the Sacrificial Offering Manifestation?

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

“But I’m still just—” “You’re not ‘just’ anything,” Xander said with a low growl. “What you are terrifies them.” Zade stared up at him, breath shaking. “Does it terrify you?” Xander’s jaw clenched, and for a moment Zade expected him to deny it. But Xander didn’t lie. “It should,” the Alpha whispered. “But it doesn’t.” Zade’s chest squeezed. Xander continued, voice tense. “Variant Omegas can’t be controlled by Alpha pheromones. They can’t be compelled or dominated. They aren’t weak links—they’re anomalies. And in the wrong hands, they become weapons.”

-I, not anymore, I won't be with Hans anymore, he, he hit me- if it wasn't because he knew it was because of his pheromones that affected him, He would think he would be drunk. -Then come with me- he lightly kissed his lips- You are my destined partner, no one will object to my omega living with me- Dominic thought the war was already won. Nothing could be further from reality when he heard him deny

How can I think straight when put in a situation like this? I know the strength of these two men, especially Jermaine, as I was once his training partner. On that note, I'm not sure if I've really witnessed all the abilities that Rohan has. At least I know some, and I predict Jermaine will be hit by reality because of the difference in their combat strength. I'm sure there is still strength that Rohan is hiding under his sleeves, so that makes me confident that Rohan will win this duel. It's not that I'm looking down on Jermaine's strength, as he is also blessed with an Alpha pheromone, but…

Minutes stretch into hours, the day slowly, painfully bleeds away into night. Kahn returns first… with Eli. There is still no noticeable difference in the man. “Are you sure it worked?” I ask Kahn. “He doesn’t look like a Lycan.” “Sure he does. An Omega, but still a Lycan.” “Oooooh,” I sigh. “Lycans have Omegas?” Kahn chuckles and goes straight to the bar. “Of course we do. Although, so far, he’s the only one The Goddess has made.”