Semua Bab Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Veyra POVThe footsteps go straight past the room, so I'm guessing it's not one of the Alphas coming for me, but I know I need to eat. I feel exhausted, and while my body craves sleep, I can't rest yet. I need food to gain strength, I lost too much during the trial and through the bond ripping apart. I pull on a loose top and trousers, tie my hair back tightly, and open the door.A beta is standing outside, waiting.“Has food been served?” I ask.“It has. The others are already eating. I’ll escort you down.”He starts walking, and I follow him silently. My legs feel heavy, like I am dragging my body through deep mud that isn't wanting to release me. Every step aches and I really want to climb into bed. By the time we reach the dining hall, he pushes the door open and gestures for me to enter.I keep my head down as I walk in. I don't meet anyone’s gaze. I don't care who is watching or what they are thinking. I find an empty chair and sit down. I ignore the Alphas, the Omegas, everyone

MADDOX POVI didn’t stay to watch the clean-up. The moment they stood up to defend Veyra I felt like turning and chewing their heads off. That got worse though the moment Dagen shifted and ripped through that Omega's throat in the middle of dinning hall. Yeah, at that point I wanted to kill him because he's a fool. Instead, I stood up, turned and walked out. I didn’t care about the gasps or the blood or the silence that followed. Let them stare. Let them try to justify it in their heads. They were too blind to see it for what it was.It was weaknessNot from the girl who died.From him... No, fuck that, from them all. Not that they will admit it, because that would be weakness. But shifting and saving an Omega, Veyra for one, the worst Omega, they won't see that as a weakness. No, because their wolves are obsessed. Maybe they are themselves and not their wolves as well?They let her get under their skin. They let her be marked, protected, carried, fucked in a way that makes her spec

Maddox POVLyra steps closer, her voice quiet. “It’ll make her stronger. Not weaker. That’s the truth you’re not admitting to yourself. Each of them who mates with her under the Silvermoon, shares their strength, makes her more powerful. Four Alphas? Yeah, she's going to be unstoppable.You let her get this far, and now you’re watching her root herself into all four of you.”“She’s not rooted,” I snap. Although there's truth there. Silvermoon for mates who are claimed is a time when they become stronger. It will make Veyra unstoppable. “She will be. After tomorrow night. Her wolf will choose one of you, maybe all of you. And once that happens, she’ll be untouchable.”I stiffen. Seeing my reaction, she smiles, something cruel and thoughtful. God, I hate how right she is.“You’ve tried waiting for her to die. But every time she’s supposed to, someone saves her. You can’t rely on failure anymore. If you want her gone… you need to act.”My jaw tenses. Does she forget who she's talking to?

Dagen POVIn my defence, the Omega was about to kill Veyra, and we do have rules. Ones that explicitly state that no Omega is allowed to hurt another unless it's during a trial or ordered. It's our job. They should know that by now. I stand and shift back, and stand facing them. Not caring that I'm naked, or that my body is covered in the Omega's blood. "The rules clearly stated you do not fight among yourselves outside of trials and without your approval." I look between them. "Anyone doing that, regardless of who their target is, will die." There are whispers, like they think it's a lie, but it isn't. "The fact we claimed her makes no difference," Rael snaps. "The trial will go on, she will still take part, and she won't have any extra benefits." One of the Omegas looks at us. "So we can kill her during trials? You won't stop us?" Her glare is hard, and I fight back the growl. "You can do as you wish during the trials." Vane stands up and looks at them. "If you think you can k

VEYRA POVI fell down, actually, exhaustion dragged me down. My knees press hard against the marble, blood smeared beneath them in long, drying streaks. My hands won’t stop shaking. Not from pain. The wounds on my arm and thigh are throbbing, yes—but that’s not it. It’s something deeper, something coiled in my chest like a second heartbeat that refuses to settle.I try to ease the feeling but it's impossible right now. Dagen asked what I did, like I know. I was so frustrated with them telling me to fight back, I snapped. The entire room is silent, but my ears still ring. I can still hear and feel the echo of my own scream, the moment it tore from my throat. It was something instinctive, but what I don't know. The wolf, the Omega who challenged me is currently lied in a mangled heap. Her body is twisted in ways that shouldn't be possible. Her fur is stained dark where bones collapsed and pierced through the fur. I did that, how did I do that?I didn’t touch her. I didn’t shift. And st