Todos los capítulos de His Untouchable Omega: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The silence in the room was a living thing, heavy and suffocating. Behind me, Julian’s presence felt like a gathering storm, a cold front that threatened to shatter the very air. In the mirror, my silver eyes pulsed a terrifying, luminous glow that proved the drugs were finally losing their grip on my DNA.I stared at that plastic stick on the floor. Two pink lines. A death warrant disguised as a miracle."Pick it up." Julian’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a physical blow.I didn't move. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs, but my mind was suddenly, lethally clear. The twelve years of "Yes, Julian" and "Whatever you wish, Julian" died in that moment. I slowly turned around, shielding the trash with my dress, but it was too late. He was already stepping toward me, his face a mask of aristocratic calm that I knew hid a burgeoning rage."I said," he repeated, his ice-blue eyes locking onto mine, "pick. It. Up."I reached down, my fingers trembling as I

The woman who emerged from the tree line was a ghost carved from ice. She wore the slate-grey uniform of a Council Commander, her silver hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to stretch the scarred skin around her eyes. Behind her, three more Enforcers fanned out in a tactical semi-circle, their specialized silver-pulsed rifles hummed with a low, bone-deep vibration."Commander Vane," Rowan said. His voice didn't shake, but I felt the sudden, electric tension spike in his muscles where his arm pressed against mine. He didn't step away. If anything, he shifted his weight, shielding the swell of my stomach from their sight."Enforcer Ashcroft," Vane replied, her voice as thin and sharp as a razor blade. She didn't look at him; her eyes were fixed on me with the clinical detachment of a butcher eyeing a carcass. "The silent alarm triggered twenty minutes ago. An unauthorized emergence of Silver-spectrum energy. You were sent here to terminate the anomaly. Why is the target still standing

"Don’t you dare touch me with the same hands that built my cage," I hissed, the words catching in my dry throat.Rowan didn't flinch. He leaned over me, his shadow swallowing the small amount of moonlight filtering through the trees. His fingers, calloused and cold, gripped my chin, forcing me to look up into his molten gold eyes."The cage is already open, Lyra," he whispered, his voice a rough vibration that skipped across my skin. "But the wolves outside are hungrier than the ones you left behind. If you want to keep that child, you stop fighting me and start trusting the only man who knows how to hide you.""Trust you?" I let out a jagged laugh, my hand instinctively shielding my stomach. "You were Julian’s eyes for twelve years. You watched me disappear piece by piece. You aren't my savior, Rowan. You’re just the repo man come to collect."His grip tightened, not out of malice, but desperation. Above us, the high-pitched hum of a Council drone sliced through the night air. The re

"If you touch me again, I’ll finish what the collar started," I rasped, my throat raw from the night’s transformation. I sat on the edge of the creek, scrubbed raw by the icy mountain water, trying to wash away the scent of Julian’s blue toxin and Rowan’s betrayal.Rowan stood ten feet away, his silhouette broken by the morning mist of the Obsidian Peaks. He looked like a man who had been hollowed out. His shirt was gone, revealing the weeping burn marks where the collar had fused to his skin before the black key shattered it."I don't expect you to forgive the broker," Rowan said, his voice a ghost of the hazel-eyed boy I once knew. "But Julian isn't coming for the baby anymore, Lyra. He’s coming for the photo you found in the journal. He knows you saw his first secret.""The boy," I s

"Don't you dare die on me, Lyra! Breathe, damn you!" Rowan’s voice was a frantic roar, but it felt miles away, muffled by a thick, oily darkness.I was slumped against a frost-covered cedar, my hands clutching my stomach. The black stain on my dress felt ice-cold, and the rhythmic thump of my baby’s heart the only thing that had kept me sane since the escape was gone. In its place was a low, mechanical hum that vibrated against my spine."The Silver Guard they aren't attacking," Tessa whispered, her boots crunching in the snow. "Rowan, look at them. They’re kneeling."I forced my eyes open. Through a haze of silver and blue, I saw the wall of white wolves. They weren't baring their teeth. They had lowered their heads to the slush, their eyes fixed not on me, but on my womb.