บททั้งหมดของ The Omega He Banished : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Reylap's POVThe dresses Camille gave me were already getting tight. I ran my hand over my stomach, a small bump barely visible, but enough to make the fabric cling in all the wrong places. It was a strange situation, having clothes but nothing really to wear. Eliott had waved off my concern.“Don’t worry about it,” he’d said, his voice laced with that easy confidence of his.“We can stop at the seamstress’s store. She’ll make you something new.” Then he’d added, his eyes twinkling,“And we’ll walk there. You need to keep up your exercise, stay fit.” I knew he was right. My body was changing, growing, and a part of me, the wolf part, craved the movement, the stretch of my muscles.I headed back to my old room to pack my few belongings. Navine, bless her heart, was already there, her small hands smoothing out the wrinkled fabric of my single spare tunic.“Let me help you, Reylap,” she offered, her voice soft. She’d been such a quiet presence until yesterday, and now, a surprising pillar

Elliott's POV The scent of drying herbs hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort that usually calmed the wild edges of my instincts. Today, it felt like a thin veil over a churning storm. Rika stoodamong her rows of lavender and marigolds, her hands coated in rich soil, her brow furrowed in concentration. She looked up, her gaze sharpening as it fell on us, her surprise a palpable ripple across the quiet yard."Elliott? Reylap? What in the world?" Her voice, usually soft, held a note of startled concern.Reylap's hand was still pressed lightly against my nose, a phantom touch even though the bleeding had stopped. She’d wiped the blood from my chin with the hem of her jacket, a small, quiet gesture that had tied a knot in my chest. The scent of iron, though faint, still clung to my upper lip."Rika, thank the Goddess." Reylap’s voice was hushed, a tremor beneath the surface. She withdrew her hand, finally, and I realized how tense I’d been, holding my breath. "Elliott... he had a nos

Reylap's POV “I don’t have any money,” I heard my voice, flat and even, despite the tremor starting in my hands. I kept my head down, forcing my gaze to the patches of wildberries at my feet. “That’s why I’m out here, trying to pluck these. I was going to sell them at the pack market, buy some food.”The rogue didn’t move. His shadow loomed over me, making the sunlight feel cold. I could feel his eyes on me, a heavy, unsettling weight. It felt like he’d singled me out, that his attention was now entirely, maliciously, mine. He was enjoying this. I could feel it.“No money, huh?” His voice was a low growl, oozing with something sickeningly sweet. “That’s a shame for such a pretty thing.”I flinched, but kept my body still. My spine locked. He chuckled, a rough, grating sound that vibrated through the ground.“Look at you,” he continued. “Head to toe. You’re very pretty, sweet pea.”My jaw clenched. Every muscle in my body screamed to run, to snarl, to show him the true beast I was, bu

Reylap's POV The throbbing in my skull announced my return to consciousness. It was a dull, persistent ache, a stark counterpoint to the sharp, metallic tang of regret that filled my mouth. I tried to shift, to bring my hands up to rub the pain away, but something bit into my wrists. Rough fabric, cutting into my skin. Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the haze of unconsciousness.I blinked, forcing my eyes open. Dim light filtered through a grimy window, painting the room in shades of grey. Dust motes danced in the sparse beams, swirling around what looked like ancient, splintering floorboards. I was on the floor, propped against a wall, my legs and arms bound tightly with strips of cloth. Old clothes, from the feel of it, probably torn from some forgotten laundry pile. A gag, equally rough, pressed against my mouth, stifling any sound.A wave of nausea hit me, a familiar companion these days, exacerbated by the blow that had laid me out. The rogue. The memory flashed – his sna

Reylap's POV The heavy oak door creaked shut behind me, plunging the small room into a stale, uneasy silence. I could hear their rough voices, muffled but urgent, just beyond the thick wood. Thirty minutes. That’s all I had asked for the 'medicine' to brew. Thirty minutes of agonizing waiting, while my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. My hands, still trembling from the encounter in the garden, clutched at the hem of my borrowed dress.Then, the door rattled open, scraping against the floorboards. Three figures filled the doorway, their massive frames casting long, distorted shadows into the room. They weren't smiling. Not even the omega, who seemed to be their reluctant accomplice, offered a hint of welcome. One of the rogues, the one who’d pawed at me in the woods, the one who’d seen my face, stepped forward. His eyes, dark and predatory, pierced right through me. The other rogue, a brute I didn't recognize, stood slightly behind him, his arms crossed over a scarre