Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

"Lardon, did your wolf abandon his post in the sanctuary kitchens today?" Selith Vayne snarled, kicking his riding boots against the iron coat rack as he breached the lower threshold of the townhouse. "My inner beast is burning through its hunting energy, and your carcass is nowhere to be found near the hearth."Maelis Crowe dropped her gaze, her ears pinning back as she hurried to relieve the juvenile beta of his heavy traveling packs. "Young master, the Lord Vexley has not navigated back to the territory since the morning watch."Selith’s brow furrowed into a deep, aggressive ridge. "Is his beast truly neglecting his standard duties now? He knows the precise watch he is required to process the carcass for my brother's noon rations."The fortress stood less than a stone's throw from the central war room of the Calder Dominion. Every single sunrise, Lardon would skin the fresh kill and prepare the stamina broths before his shifts with the scouts, sprinting back to the private quarters

"Lardon, does this medical report belong to your lineage?"I turned my jaw and met Draven’s somber, unblinking stare. His long, calloused fingers were pinching a folded parchment sheet, and a sudden knot of pure panic tightened across my chest. Without calculating the hierarchy, I wrenched the document directly from his grip."Your eyes parsed the contents?" I demanded, my voice sounding dangerously thin.Draven’s amber irises lingered on my pale features, tracking the rapid pulse in my throat. "Why is your inner wolf projecting such erratic panic?"He explained, his voice as flat and unhurried as ever, "I witnessed the scroll slip from your tunic pocket when my boots entered the lobby. My claw retrieved it from the flagstones, but my mind did not decode the script."I drew a shallow breath of frost, forcing my aura to flatten into its usual dead composure. "Your thoughts are calculating variables that do not exist, Alpha-Prime Calder."Draven studied my face for a silent interval. "Y

"Your ancestral bloodline holds zero distinction, and your tracking metrics are entirely average—does my son truly expect to parade an unranked omega before the high council as the face of his den?" Nyelle Ravaryn’s resonance arrived with a biting, submissive-hating frost, her fangs practically scraping together with a contempt she barely attempted to mask."There is not a single characteristic within your genetic profile that my spirit validates," she continued, her amber eyes drilling into my chest. "My voice vehemently opposed your placement within this lineage from the initial moon-turn, but our vanguard possessed no alternative variables back then. Even at this watch, my beast pities Draven for being bound to a stray of your low tier.""Mireya Duskrell, on the other hand—the companion my son has been tracking with increasing frequency—presents an elite lineage worthy of our banner," Nyelle sneered, her scent flaring with pride. "His bloodline may not fully rival the Calder armory

My wolf had fully anticipated this reception. My expression remained entirely composed, my ears tracking quietly as the senior alphas talked commerce and blood-lines.Orion leaned his heavy jaw down toward my ear, dropping his resonance. "Observe that warlord wrapped in the gray wolf pelt by the main archway? He is a supreme official from the high council. Capturing the inside track on the upcoming border policies is critical for Nighthowl, and his claws hold the key tonight. We must deliver a massive impression."My mind hadn't realized officials of that sovereign stature would breach the perimeter tonight. Suddenly, the absolute strategic value of this evening became clear. Orion guided my form through the dense crowd toward the gray-pelted official.The supreme official tracked Orion’s massive frame approaching and offered a warm, booming roar of greeting, "Commander Greyclaw, too many moons have passed since our blades crossed."But before Orion's vocal cords could articulate my i

"My internal core is utterly failing to sustain its biological equilibrium," I confessed to my inner wolf, forcing my trembling fingers to tear into my leather pouch.The silver-rot was ravaging my system with absolute violence, completely unbalancing my tracking senses after Draven Calder paraded his high-born scholar before the supreme vanguards. A burning, volcanic heat surged across my skull. I jammed two dark shaman capsules down my throat without utilizing water, desperately praying the properties would lock down the agonizing contractions twisting within my lower abdomen."Lardon, answer the link," Orion Greyclaw’s vocal frequency vibrated through my tracking crystal for a secondary watch."Orion?" I breathed, my vocal cords sounding fractured."Isolate your current coordinates within the compound," his baritone rumbled with an immediate, protective defensive spike.I tracked my own reflection in the polished obsidian wall; my skin looked entirely drained of life-force, matchin