All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Binding my life-force to Draven Calder was never an active choice my beast made freely; each tactical turn along the border trails simply left my line with zero alternative survival variables," I muttered, my vocal cords dry as the heavy air of the sector medical vault pressed against my chest."Your wolf cannot formulate an argument against the commander's calculation," I added, looking at the silver needle piercing the vein in my swollen wrist.Orion Greyclaw pushed his massive frame up from the stone bench. "My claws will secure a vessel of thermal spring water to flush your system. Maintain your positioning on the furs until my boots return."I tracked the remaining drops of the high-tier nutrient fluid dripping from the glass vial, calculating the exact millisecond to sever the line myself. The security hospital was locked in absolute wartime chaos—scouts and wounded sentinels screaming through the corridors, leaving the pack-medics with zero watches to allocate to an unranked o

"Sovereign's future male mate?""The entire vanguard division has already accepted Mireya Duskrell’s dominance," I stated, my vocal cords flat as the mechanical lifting platform rattled."Back when my unranked wolf was desperately trying to integrate into Draven Calder’s orbit, his inner circle insisted my frame was merely fabricating a pathetic delusion," I continued, looking directly at Thalia Raventhorne. "He refused to acknowledge my scent at the command post, keeping my youth at a strict military distance. But for the scholar, the Alpha-Prime personally stepped into the light to validate his status.""But my sensors intercepted reports that Sovereign Calder is legally bound to an ancestral mate," Thalia countered, her gold eyes flaring with defensive friction. "Is that an absolute fabrication?""That data is treated as mere border gossip," Garreth shrugged, his posture relaxing as the technical logs loaded. "There was an operational leak suggesting the scholar was compromised dur

"The technical logs required a massive computational watch, Vanguard Vexley," Nyelle Ravaryn gasped, her feline-furred ears flattening as my leather boots breached the iron threshold of the Calder stronghold at the ninth evening bell. "Your male form has bypassed the standard dinner hour completely! Shall my claws prepare a fresh caribou slab for your hunger metrics?""Save your labor, Nyelle," I replied, a tired, masculine rumble passing through my vocal cords as I unbuckled my frozen chest plates. "My tracks are brief. I will be exiting this sector shortly."The old caretaker’s muzzle twisted into a deep, heavy snarl of pure anxiety. "You barely cross the boundary line and your boots are already projecting an escape? Did your wolf launch another bitter border dispute against the Sovereign?""Negative," I stated flatly, bending my knees to slide open the heavy cedar chest to extract a temporary set of soft leather foot-wraps.The structural truth was far more damaging than a physical

"Lardon... my claws have spilled blood..."I charged into the exclusive tribal bistro, an elite establishment where every prime meat cut required ancestral reservations moons in advance.The exact second my boots cleared the entrance threshold, my vision locked onto Thalia Runehart, her features flushed crimson with warrior fury, while across the heavy timber table stood Kalista Thornmere, her dark hair a wild, shredded mess from a physical altercation."What operational failure triggered this clash?" I demanded, my aura turning to ice as my boots closed the distance to verify Thalia's vitals. My tracking vision isolated thick, angry claw marks torn across her neck plates.Kalista was the first to unleash her audio, her tone dripping with venomous scorn as she bared her fangs. "Whelps of the same broken pack, aren't you? Your unranked line is just as volatile and low-born as this pathetic beta!"Thalia bolted to her feet, her frame trembling with absolute rage. "You calculate your act

Lardon Vexley POV"Why are your hands shaking so badly while you hold that old hunting bow, Uncle Zephan?" I ask, my young voice cracking as I step onto the frosty stone porch."The silver-rot medicine from the pack healers makes my skin look pale, Lardon, but the sun on my winter fur feels nice," Zephan says, adjusting his thick wool beanie over his ears."You look too thin, Uncle, just like I did when the healers gave me those heavy potions," I say, handing him two boxes wrapped in deer hide. "Happy birth-moon. These are from my hands and Draven Calder's pack fund.""Did the Alpha-Prime refuse to run with our pack line today?" Zephan asks, his cheerful smile fading as his thin claws rip the hide off a heavy book about Skyfang Rift Engineering."Yes, the Calder Dominion has too many border disputes at the end of the snow cycle," I tell him quickly, hiding the truth. "He is very busy.""Is it just my favorite boy standing at the gate?" Aunt Ilyra Moonveil yells from the kitchen fire,