บททั้งหมดของ The Omega He Banished : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Reylap's POV The scent of dry leaves and damp earth filled my nose as I stepped out of the palace gates. A cool evening breeze ruffled my hair, a welcome contrast to the gilded stuffiness inside. I had to check on the little girl, the one who’d seized earlier. My heart still clenched thinking about her small, shaking body. But first, a detour. Rika’s place wasn't far, a small, sturdy cottage nestled amongst deeper shadows.I knocked softly. A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing Rika’s comforting, familiar face. Her eyes, usually so sharp, softened when they met mine.“Reylap. Come in, child, don't stand out there in the cold.” Her voice was like warm honey.I stepped inside, grateful for the sudden warmth of the small living space. "Rika, thank you. For everything today. For helping me."She waved a dismissive hand. "Nonsense. You're family, Reylap. We look out for our own. Besides," she fixed me with a knowing look, "I heard what you did. Saving that child… I don’t know h

Reylap's POVThe aroma of freshly baked bread usually made my stomach rumble, but tonight, the thought of food curdled something deep inside me. I pushed my plate away, the nausea a familiar, unwelcome guest. Dinner was a battlefield I couldn’t fight. “No, thank you,” I mumbled to Elara, who eyed me with a mixture of concern and pity. Going to bed felt like the only escape, a chance to outrun the queasiness that clung to me like a shadow.My bed offered little solace. I tossed and turned, the soft mattress feeling like a bed of nails. My hand drifted to my belly, a small dome beneath the blankets. “You’re making Mama sick, little one,” I whispered, a genuine smile finally breaking through. It was foolish, talking to a pup I couldn't yet see, but a tiny flutter, a gentle kick, answered me. My smile widened. “Oh, you're a strong one, aren’t you?” The world outside the blanket faded as I conversed with my unborn child, the earlier nausea a distant memory. Sleep finally claimed me, pulled

Reylap's POVThe knife made a rhythmic thud against the cutting board, dicing carrots into neat, brightly colored rounds. The late-night quiet of the packhouse kitchen settled around me, broken only by my chopping and the low simmer of the stew on the stove. My thoughts, however, were far from peaceful."I just don't think it's a good idea, Elliott," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't even turn to look at him, keeping my focus on the vegetables. "For me to take on such a huge role. Working alongside Rika as a pack healer? When half these people don't even think I'm worthy of living among them?"He sighed, the sound soft but resonant in the large kitchen. "Reylap, we’ve been over this. What they think doesn't matter."I snorted. "Easy for you to say. You're the Alpha, practically. You don't get the sideways glances, the whispers. The constant feeling that one wrong move and you'll be cast out." I sliced through a potato with more force than necessary."It will change," h

Tilda's POV“If Reylap had been so innocent as she liked us to believe,” I fired back, my voice sharp enough to cut glass, “she wouldn’t have been kicked out of her pack in the first place. She’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing, plain and simple.”The words hung in the air, thick and rancid. Reylap’s face, usually so composed, crumpled. It was as if I’d reached across the small kitchen island and slapped her, hard. Her eyes widened, a flicker of something raw and hurt flashing through them before a blankness settled. She said nothing. Not a single word. She just turned on her heel, her back ramrod straight, and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the faint scent of her fear in her wake. I watched her go, a grim satisfaction settling in my chest. Good. Let her stew.I turned back to the counter, grabbing the ingredients for Syrn’s breakfast. The silence in the kitchen felt heavy now, but at least it wasn’t her silence. Scrambled eggs, toast, and a small bowl of berries. Standard. I assembled

Elliott's POVThe murmurs swelled through the courtyard, a low, buzzing hive of whispers and judgmental glances. I glared out at the gathered pack members, my chest tight with a rising storm. "Silence!" My voice ripped through the air, sharp as a whip-crack. The sound died instantly, replaced by a suffocating quiet. Every eye was on Reylap, who stood beside me, her shoulders hunched, tears shimmering in her eyes. My wolf snarled. _She’s innocent. Don’t do this, Elliott. Don’t let them do this to her._My gaze softened as I turned to Reylap, ignoring the pressing weight of every person in the courtyard. "Reylap," I began, my voice low, just as I had in my study only moments ago. "Tell them."She looked up, her eyes wide and glistening. "I told you, Alpha," she started, her voice barely a whisper, but clear enough for all to hear in the sudden stillness. "I was with the others. Camille… she was convulsing. I was helping Madame Ana soothe her. All of us were there, for what felt like