Semua Bab Alpha's Little Omega : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Ollie’s POVSmith say they already have enough evidence to arrest Rockcastle’s Alpha, Earl Jenkins, but they want to get a better idea of the pack structure and compound layout before moving in—a task Lucas and I will be positioned perfectly for since we already have an invitation into their territory. The invitation Remy wrangled out of the Alpha Mate can’t extend to Smith and Yang, but, as Lucas’s second, we’ll be able to bring Nancy in with us without causing an uproar.So, just like that, our visit to Rockcastle goes from family reunion to a sort of recon mission for the triumvirate. On the plus side, we no longer have to worry about Rockcastle having any objections to our mating. Yang guarantees whoever the triumvirate appoints in Earl’s place will be more than happy to do whatever’s necessary to officially release me from the pack in return for our help with this.That’s one problem solved, but it seems like a bunch more just got piled on top.Smith pulls out an actual paper map

Ollie’s POVI might not have a clear memory of it happening, but there’s no doubt in my mind, the look currently on Earl’s face has been directed at me before. This Alpha is clearly not a fan of mine.Earl sneers at me, his face turning ugly as it twists with contempt—an expression that suddenly feels very familiar. Earl is the man from my dream last night. That doesn’t bode well.“Is this the so-called ‘missing person’ you’re concerned about?” he asks.“Because he’s not missing. He ran away and deserted the pack just like his brother.”Just like…Does that mean Blake isn’t even here?Earl slides past Lucas to loom over me, his muscles tense with aggression.“Why’d you bother coming back here, boy?”My gaze darts to Wanda. “I—She said… Blake…”Earl’s ire turns on his mate, but before he can say anything else, Lucas pushes his way between me and Earl, forcing the older Alpha to take a step backward. Lucas bares his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Earl is a couple inches talle

Ollie’s POVThe Beta on his knees in front of me—Clay—looks a lot like Lucas, but that’s the only reason any of his features are familiar to me. He clearly knows me, though, and I have no idea who he is beyond Lucas’s half-brother and Wanda’s and Earl’s son.Beside me, Lucas lets out a low growl, and I kind of want to do the same.Despite how thrilled this guy appears to see me, something about his whole demeanor seems off, his reaction too over the top to be real.Lucas’s growl gradually rises in volume, but Clay completely ignores him.He does finally release me though, leaning back to stare into my eyes. He blinks quickly and sniffs, his hand rising to his chest as if he’s overcome by emotion.But, as before, the whole thing seems downright theatrical.Wanda watches the interaction closely, her gaze focused mostly on my face as if looking to see if I’m buying this crap.“Oliver, say something,” says Clay, the words close to pleading. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”I blink at him, un

Lucas’s POVThe Rockcastle pack’s dinner table couldn’t be more different from the cozy, comfortable atmosphere in Madison. The entire meal feels like a production of a sort, Earl playing the part of benevolent host while practically snarling at every servant—there’s really nothing else to call them, they aren’t treated like pack members at all—who enters the room. He reminds me a lot of Randy in that way.Not that Sweet Water pack has ever had enough money to pay servants—that is, if these ones are even paid at all—but Randy definitely looked down on anyone who didn’t cater to his ego or wasn’t in his little social circle.Which wasn’t actually very large considering what an asshole he was.Another thing Randy and Earl have in common.Earl spent the entire time the two of us were alone trying to convince me to stick around and take my place as his heir. I told him in no uncertain terms that wasn’t an option for me, but considering he not-so-subtly threatened to keep Ollie here if I

Lucas’s POVMy awareness returns slowly, the world around me fading in bit by bit as my brain comes back online. The first thing I notice is the smell—a heavy antiseptic scent that almost burns my overly sensitive nasal passages. I smack my lips trying to flush out the nasty taste in my mouth and rub my snout over my leg.Wait a second. Snout?My fuzzy mind pulls the situation into focus much too slowly for my liking.I’m in wolf form. But why? How? I don’t remember shifting.I wrack my brain trying to recall how I ended up here—wherever the hell here is. What little light there is doesn’t do much to illuminate my surroundings and the chilly air smells only of chemicals. I sneeze, sending my head spinning again.The dizziness takes ages to go away and I’m left blinking in confusion, still desperately trying to push through the mental fog and figure out what the hell happened to me.There’s a vague memory just at the edge of my consciousness of sitting at a long table, of eating and dr