The Omega He Banished 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Reylap's POV I walked back into the sprawling kitchen, my stomach rumbling a sharp, painful protest. The healer had warned me to eat something before taking the bitter draught, and my hands trembled slightly as I anticipated the warmth of a fresh meal. My eyes scanned the large, oak table, usually laden with a feast after the morning hunt. It was bare. Completely. Not even a crust of leftover bread.Tilda, her back to me, was humming a cheerful, tuneless melody as she scrubbed a pot with an almost aggressive vigor. Her broad shoulders tensed as I cleared my throat. She slowly turned, her eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion when they landed on me, now held a glint of… victory.“Looking for something, rogue?” Her voice was laced with a familiar sneer, dripping with a condescending sweetness that set my teeth on edge.I gripped the edge of the empty table, a shiver running down my spine. “The food. Where is it? I need to eat.”She chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “Food? For *you*? Your

Syrn's POV The silk of the evening gown clung to my skin, a soft prison I was desperate to escape. The moment the lock clicked into place behind me, the world outside faded, replaced by the hushed luxury of my chambers. My hands went to the zipper, tugging it down with a fierce urgency. The fabric slid away, pooling at my feet, and I was free. Free to see them, to feel them.Dark, pulsating lines snaked across my skin, a vibrant tapestry beneath the surface. They throbbed with a life of their own, an undeniable power that hummed in my veins, a constant tremor beneath my flesh. They were stronger than ever, closer to breaking through. Each beat of my heart sent a jolt of raw energy through me, a delicious agony that promised so much. It was tearing me apart, yes, but it was also building me anew. What was a little pain for true, unyielding power?Eliott, the fool, believed himself next in line. Alpha. He was soft, weak, incapable. A puppet. The thought sickened me. I had gone away, the

Reylap's POV “No.”The word was a whisper, barely audible, but it hung in the air between us, thick and heavy. I didn’t elaborate. Couldn’t. My throat felt raw, my voice ragged, and the memories clawed at me, threatening to drag me back into the dark.Camille, thankfully, didn’t push. Her eyes, a warm, reassuring brown, softened as she studied my face. A flicker of concern crossed them. “You look… sickly,” she murmured, her gaze lingering on my pale skin.“How about some chicken broth? My mom’s recipe. It cures everything.” She didn’t wait for an answer, already turning towards the rudimentary stove, the scent of simmering spices already beginning to fill the small, rustic kitchen.As she moved, she introduced herself properly, her voice light and melodic. “I’m Camille, by the way. Eliott’s Beta's younger sister. And you are?”“Reylap,” I managed, the name feeling foreign on my tongue after so long.“Reylap.” She repeated it, testing it out. “Pretty name. So, Reylap, where are you fr

Elliott's POV I planted my feet, arms outstretched, forming a barrier between the worried mother and Reylap. “Give her room,” I said, my voice low but firm. The woman hesitated, her eyes darting from Reylap to her pale child. “She needs to concentrate.”I knew who she was, of course. My discreet inquiries had confirmed her reputation. A healer, once highly regarded in her old pack, before the whispers started circulating. My gut churned, a volatile mix of suspicion and a desperate need for a miracle. Still, I let her work. The child, barely more than a toddler, lay limp in Reylap’s arms, her skin an unnerving shade of ash.A tense silence descended, broken only by the child’s shallow, ragged breaths. Time stretched, each second a lead weight. Then, a shudder ran through the small body. A cough, weak at first, then wracking, violent. Her little chest heaved. I heard a wet, guttural sound.The child coughed again, and something dark and viscous spewed from her mouth onto Reylap’s tunic

Syrn's POV “Stay put, Camille,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. The evening air was cool, a deceptive calm before true darkness fell. I just needed a moment, a breath outside these walls.Camille, however, ignored me, pushing past the threshold onto the porch. Her gaze was fixed, unwavering. “Not happening, Syrn. Not tonight.”I spun to face her, the familiar frustration coiling in my gut. “What is your problem? I’m just going for a walk.”“A walk that will turn into a run, just like last time,” she shot back, her arms crossing over her chest. “No. Either I come with you, or you’re not leaving this house.” Her jaw was set, and I knew that look. It meant granite, immovable.A groan escaped me. This was unbearable. “You can’t be serious.”“Oh, I am,” she countered, a stubborn glint in her eyes. “Completely serious. So, what’s it going to be?”The thought of staying inside, trapped in this stifling silence, was worse than her company. Much worse. I sighed, a long, defeated sou