All Chapters of THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 112: An Empty SpaceROWAN’S POV I sat on the cold floor of my chambers surrounded by broken furniture and the sharp smell of spilled liquor. Another empty bottle lay on its side near my boot. The portrait of Anya stared back at me from the table I had not destroyed yet. Her smile felt like a knife in my gut. I reached for the new bottle and drank deep until the burn chased away the worst of the memories for a few seconds. The door burst open without a knock. Gavin and Iris stormed in. The two who had once served Damien but now stayed in my pack after switching sides during the chaos. Gavin, broad-shouldered and serious, crossed his arms. Iris, sharp-eyed and quick with a blade, kicked an overturned chair out of her way. “What the hell is this?” Gavin demanded. “You look like a damn beggar king drowning in his own piss. Get up, Rowan.” I laughed bitterly and took another swig. “Leave me alone. The alpha is busy accepting reality.” Iris snatched the bottle from my hand befo

Chapter 114: Moonlit Surrender ANYA’S POV Sleep refused to come. I lay in the large bed with the sheets tangled around my legs and stared at the ceiling. The blood bond hummed steadily in my chest, warm and alive. Every beat reminded me of the man sitting just outside on the patio. Damien had not come to bed. Instead he sat shirtless at the small table with maps spread before him and a glass of wine in his hand. Moonlight painted his bare shoulders and back in silver. The muscles there shifted every time he leaned forward to study another line on the paper. I watched him for a long time. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead. The sharp line of his jaw. The faint scars that marked his skin. Something stirred low in my belly. Heat pooled between my thighs as I remembered how those hands had held me during the ceremony. How his mouth had claimed mine in front of everyone. I should hate him, I should remember every cruel thing he has done. But right now my body wants him. I s

Chapter 116: Venom in the Dark CASSANDRA’S POVThe dungeon cell smelled of damp stone and old blood. I sat with my back against the cold wall and my legs stretched out in front of me. Iron cuffs bit into my wrists but the nullstone around my neck did the real damage. It suppressed my power and left me feeling hollow. Still I smiled in the darkness. Everything moved exactly as I had planned.I had let them catch me. I could have run to the Shadow Clan straight after escaping Damien’s guards but I chose this cell instead. Let them think they had won. Let Damien waste time torturing me while the real game played out above ground. Rowan drowned in guilt and liquor. Cassian hunted me like prey. And Anya wore her new husband’s blood like a collar. Perfect.Another contraction rippled through my belly. I clenched my teeth and breathed through it. The baby kicked hard as if reminding me of the deadline. This child could not be born here. If it arrived right here in Damien’s dungeon, Cassian

Chapter 118: Traces in the DawnANYA’S POV I woke with sunlight spilling across the sheets and my heart already tangled in knots. Damien lay beside me, still deep in sleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that somehow anchored me. For a long moment I just watched him. The hard lines of his jaw had softened overnight, and that fierce scowl he wore like armor had melted away. He looked almost boyish, except for the jagged scar slicing from his temple down across his cheek. My fingers moved before I could stop them. I traced the raised line with the pad of my thumb, feeling the rough texture that my grandmother had carved into him years ago. Guilt twisted low in my belly. I knew the story, the way she had lashed out with her cursed blade during the war that brought the curse on him. He had hidden it so carefully behind that mask of control, but here it was, bare and vulnerable under my touch. His face twitched. Lines creased his forehead and his lips parted on a broken

Chapter 120: Shadows of BloodDAMIEN’S POVI watched Anya curl tighter into the window seat, her shoulders shaking as fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. Sunlight caught the strands of her hair and turned them to fire, but nothing warmed the chill that had settled over her since the lieutenant’s news. I crossed the room in three strides and dropped to my knees beside her. My hands, scarred and rough from years of violence, looked almost foreign as I reached for her smaller ones. “Come here,” I said, voice low. I pulled her against my chest without waiting for an answer. She came willingly, burying her face in my shirt while her body trembled. I wrapped my arms around her and held on, one hand stroking slow circles along her back. The wolf inside me paced restlessly, hating every sign of her pain and wanting to rip apart whatever caused it. Even if that thing was already dead.“I know what she did to you,” I murmured into her hair. “I remember the reports, the nights you woke scream