All Chapters of Discarded: The Omega’s Last Run: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I spend the entire afternoon sitting inside Professor Magnus Thornvale’s private study. The old professor, never a wolf to pull his punches, points his claw at every single flaw in my Skyfang Rift Engineering data. But his mouth also chats with my vest about new directions in tech innovation, leaving my brain with a sense of sudden, beautiful clarity. Beyond the tech charts, he barely acknowledges my personal presence in his room. I have to press my teeth together and keep forcing my mouth to ask smart questions.Finally, the old wolf snaps his jaw, slamming a book down. "Are your paws just here for a free tech consultation? Are you even my registered student anymore, boy? Go on, get your boots out of my sight! We are completely done for today!"I grin real big, completely unfazed by his temper. My wolf would much rather deal with a grumpy old scholar than be ignored by the world.After the dinner meat is finished, Orion Greyclaw gives my frame a ride back to my quarters. My body is c

Lardon Vexley POV"Get your boots back inside the clinic and wait for the blood charts," Aziel Crowbane growls, blowing a huge cloud of gray smoke from his mouth as his claws tap the metal hood of his black truck. "My wolf will finish this leaf pipe and come find your frame."Zoraya Flint squeezes his thick arm real tight, but she sees his cold face and knows his inner beast is completely unmoved by her games. "Fine, Aziel, but do not make my paws wait out here in the snow forever."She just wanted to make him forget his huge anger after she smashed his favorite clay bowl inside his study earlier. Her mind had faked a bad stomach ache so his claws would stop snapping at her face. It worked great because Aziel took her straight to the Bloodmoon clinic. Now her mouth cannot even tell him the truth because his worry was so big.The moment Zoraya walks into the healing room, Aziel turns his gold eyes right toward the dark path where my boots went. His snout twitches as he thinks to himsel

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Who is this?" Mireya Duskrell's smooth voice comes through the slate speaker before my mouth can even shape a word.My hot breath catches right inside my throat, and my skin turns totally dry.Draven Calder did not save my private number with my name on his device. My male frame just shows up on his screen like an unknown rogue caller.I look down at my boots in the dirt and ask real quietly, "Is Alpha Draven there?""The Alpha is right here by the desk, but my wolf is afraid he is too busy for your problems today," Mireya answers, and his voice sounds real slow and happy.The calm way he speaks makes things very clear. In his eyes, Lardon Vexley is just a weak male mate meant to stay hidden in the dark woods, easy to push away at a moment's notice.My brow turns down with real bad worry.Before my tongue can answer his mean words, I hear Ronzek Hale barking in the background: "Master Duskrell, the pastry pack called from the village. They want to know if the big su

LARDON VEXLEY POV"I am not late for the ritual, am I, male mate?"My tongue stops moving right in the middle of my words.I spin my boots around fast, my eyes going wide because my brain thinks my ears are playing a giant trick on me in the quiet cabin.Zephan and Grandfather Ilyra look over toward the wooden door, looking just as super surprised as my own face.Draven Calder walks straight inside the stone room, his big frame looking real calm and powerful.Aziel Crowbane narrows his eyes, his mouth falling open a little bit because his wolf never expected Draven to give my line this kind of honor by using a sweet mate word in front of the family.But my mind knows the real truth. Today it is just the Vexley pack inside these walls. There are zero foreign Alphas here, so Draven does not have to worry about his high status. He can play this fake game easily because if even one outside scout from another pack were sitting at our table, my ears would never hear him drop a soft word to

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Nothing is set in stone yet, Alpha Calder," Orion Greyclaw says, and his gay voice sounds super surprised that Draven knows about the trainer spots already. "Are your claws looking to recommend a young wolf for the flight systems program?""As a matter of fact, my wolf is," Draven answers, and his face looks real proud and cold like a high leader.Orion does not push his tongue to ask more questions.The answer is too easy to see. I am standing a short distance away by the wooden pillars, and Orion looks at my face with a big hesitation in his eyes like he wants to tell me a secret but stops. Everyone in this room has spent winters running pack business for the Calder Dominion and Nighthowl Systems. How could Orion not see the real truth behind Draven’s big boots showing up at our cabin?Clearly, Draven came here to grab the trainer spot for his favorite line, nothing more.He certainly did not bring his truck here because his mind was thinking about my male body.B