All Chapters of THE ALPHA KING'S DESPISED OMEGA : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damian’s POV:After work, I waited for Ariel to arrive home.I sat in the living room, my jacket off, my sleeves rolled up, the clock ticking louder than usual. She had been acting strange lately, so I told the butler to go pick her up from work. I wanted to know what was really wrong with her. I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t notice her anger, her silence, or the way she avoided my eyes whenever we crossed paths.I kept checking my watch. The sound of it mocked me — tick, tick, tick — reminding me how long she was keeping me waiting. A part of me wanted to call her, to demand where she was, but another part of me wanted to see how far she would push me.When I finally heard the sound of her car outside, I stood up, leaning against the stair railing. My eyes fixed on the door, my heart beating fast. I didn’t know if it was anger or something else burning inside me. Maybe both.The door opened.Ariel stepped in, her steps confident, but her eyes cold. She looked tired, her makeup sli

Ariel’s POV I stormed out like an angry lion, my heels clicking furiously against the marble floor, ready to confront Damian right there in front of everyone. My blood boiled, my chest heaved, and the words I wanted to spit at him burned at the tip of my tongue. But then I stopped myself mid-way. "Why?" "Why do you have to confront him? Why do you have to act like you matter?" " He never told you he wasn’t a father, neither did he tell you he loves you or even wants you in his life." That thought hit me hard, slicing through the fire in my chest. My steps slowed. I straightened my back, took a deep breath, and forced my face into calmness. I rearranged my expression, masking every ounce of pain and anger like a queen going to war. No weakness. No vulnerability. As soon as I entered the main hall again, the music and chatter swallowed me. Damian stood across the room, surrounded by businessmen. His hand rested casually on his glass of wine, but his golden eyes flicked up

Ariel POV I woke up slowly, the ceiling of Damian’s mansion swimming above me. For a moment, I thought yesterday was a nightmare. Witches. Wolves. Blood. My mind tried to trick me, but then the sharp ache in my stomach reminded me it wasn’t a dream. I remembered the flash of gold eyes. Blue fur. Damian’s wolf tearing into the witches. His voice calling my name before everything went black. I pressed a hand to my stomach. It hurt, but not as much as it should. The doctor said I healed fast. That wasn’t normal. Nothing in my life was normal anymore. I reached for my phone but it wasn’t on the nightstand. Damian had taken it. He said I wasn’t going to work until further notice. I’d tried to argue, but he only looked at me with those cold eyes and said, “You’re not leaving this house.” No room for debate. By afternoon I was restless. The walls of his mansion felt like a cage. I slipped on a long cardigan over my slip dress and stepped outside for air. The garden stretched wide and p

Ariel POV: I walked into Blackthorne Holdings like I owned the place, and in a way, I did now. Ever since Damian had announced me as his wife and forced me to sign that ridiculous wedding contract, everything had changed. The whispers had stopped. The stares, the envy—they were still there, but no one dared challenge me. I moved through the glass doors, heels clicking on the polished marble. My gown hugged my curves perfectly, the black fabric shimmering under the office lights. I could feel eyes on me. Always eyes on me. Some were admiring, others wary, some envious. I didn’t care. I didn’t need their approval. I had Damian, and that was enough… for now. I reached my office, placed my clutch on the desk, and sat. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, letting the calm wash over me. I could feel it, though—a change in myself. My senses were sharper, almost painfully so. I could sense emotions before people even spoke, detect lies, see intentions. It was subtle, just a flicker, but it

Ariel POV: I held my phone, my eyes wide open, my head shaking in disbelief. “No... no... no. Damian won’t betray my trust. He won’t disgrace me,” I muttered under my breath as a stared at the pictures on my screen. But the pictures on my screen were too real. Too painful. His body pressed against hers. That familiar hand — the same one that used to hold my waist so tightly. I couldn't believe it was now holding someone else. Then another message came in. The massage read: "Ariel, you thought you had his heart, right? How naive of you. Hahaha." The message ended with a laughing emoji that made my blood boil. I felt my throat tighten. My chest burned as if fire had settled inside it. I threw the phone on the bed and let out a shaky breath. “No... it can’t be true.” I picked the phone again, dialing his number with trembling fingers. My heart was beating so fast I could barely breathe. It rang once… twice… five times… ten times. Still, no answer. I waited, staring at the sc