All Chapters of The Omega Agreement: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Nikolai's POVI don’t let go of her hand. Not when the doors shut, not when the engine turns over, and not even when the vehicle begins to pull away from that place. My grip stays firm around her fingers, like if I loosen it even slightly, she might disappear again. The world outside the window blurs into nothing, buildings and shadows passing by unnoticed, because all of my focus is locked onto the woman beside me.She’s here. Breathing. Warm. Alive. That should be enough to steady the storm inside my chest—but it isn’t. Because every time I close my eyes, I still see her chained to that chair, wrists torn raw, body trembling under something she refused to show me fully. I still smell the wolfsbane. I still hear the quiet way her breath hitched when the restraints came off.My jaw tightens as I shift slightly in my seat, careful not to jostle her. Her head rests against my shoulder now, her body finally giving in to exhaustion, but even in sleep, her fingers curl faintly into mine li

NikolaiShe looks stronger.Not fully—no, not even close—but stronger than she has any right to be after what she’s just endured. There’s still a fragility to the way she holds herself, a carefulness in her movements that tells me her body hasn’t caught up with her mind yet. But her eyes… her eyes are clear. Focused. Awake in a way that tells me she’s already thinking ahead, already trying to piece together everything that’s happened and everything that’s still waiting for her.And that unsettles me more than if she had just broken down.Because Sierra doesn’t fall apart.She adapts.She pushes forward.And right now, I don’t know if I want her to.“You’re thinking too hard,” I say quietly, leaning back in the chair just slightly, though I don’t release her hand. My thumb keeps moving over her skin, a slow, steady rhythm that’s become more for me than for her.Her gaze flicks to mine instantly, sharp despite the exhaustion lingering beneath it. “So are you.”There’s no hesitation in h

SIERRA'S POVI don't realise I'm crying until my brother pulls back slightly and looks at me with the same surprised expression I imagine is mirrored on my own face.Not sobbing. Not breaking apart.Just tears.Quiet ones because I always wanted a brother or sister but my Mom always said that she couldn't have anymore kids and I settled with being an only child but now...Now I'm crying like an idiot because I have a family of siblings.It's the kind of crying that slips free when something buried so deeply inside you finally gets permission to exist.For years, I told myself I didn't need anyone. It was easier that way. Easier to believe I was alone because then I never had to wonder why nobody came for me. Why nobody searched. Why nobody cared enough to look harder. But now, sitting in this bed with one brother awkwardly holding onto my shoulders, another hovering nearby pretending not to be emotional, and Damiano watching me with unmistakable affection in his eyes, and a mate who th