บททั้งหมดของ The Omega He Banished : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Reylap’s POVThe scent of roasting meat and sweet berries wafted up from the courtyard, mingling with the sharper, metallic tang of the harvest moon bloom. My stomach, already a tumultuous sea of second-trimester cravings, rumbled in protest. I swallowed, the knot of dread in my throat tightening. Downstairs, the entire pack was gathering. Rika had explained it once, during a quiet moment in the healing hut – the harvest moon ceremony, an annual affair, a time for feasting and reaffirmation. Wolves from every rank filled the courtyard below, soft lantern light glowing on their upturned faces, long tables laden with food stretching as far as the eye could see. I dreaded it. More than I let on, anyway.This would be the first time I stood before them all since the letter. Since the whispered theories about my loyalty had begun to circulate like a particularly virulent disease. I didn’t trust that Tilda and Syrn’s quiet campaign against me had fully lost momentum. They were like slow-act

Syrn’s POVThe kitchen was a chaotic mess of clinking crystal and the heavy scent of roasted game, but I didn't care about the feast. My skin felt too tight, my pulse thrumming with a rhythm that wasn't quite my own. I pushed through the swinging double doors, the sudden heat of the stoves hitting me like a physical blow."Give me a tray," I demanded, stepping into the path of a scurrying servant."Lady Syrn?" Martha, the head maid, looked up from a line of appetizers, her brow furrowed in immediate suspicion. "What are you doing in here? The Alpha is expecting his family at the high table. You shouldn’t be near the prep stations.""I’m bored, Martha. If I have to sit through another one of my brother’s dry speeches without something to do with my hands, I’ll lose my mind," I lied, my voice steady despite the tremor in my fingers. I reached for a silver tray loaded with glasses of golden nectar. "I’ll help with the drinks. Just these for the inner circle."Martha moved to intercept me

Reyla’s POVThe sound of retching hit the bottom of the plastic bucket with a wet, heavy thud. I leaned forward, my hand hovering reflexively toward Syrn’s shoulder to steady her, but the moment she sucked in a ragged breath of air, she jerked away as if my skin were hot iron."Don't," she wheezed, her voice thin and acidic. "Don't you dare touch me."I pulled my hand back, my fingers curling into my palm. My heart was still hammering against my ribs from the panic of the last hour, but the sight of her shivering, pale and covered in a cold sweat, didn't soften the sting of her rejection."You're dehydrated, Syrn," I said, my voice remarkably steady despite the bile rising in my own throat. "You need to drink something or the lingering toxins are going to—""I said get away from me!" She swung her head around, her eyes bloodshot and brimming with pure, unadulterated loathing. She wiped a string of vomit from her chin with the back of her trembling hand. "I’d rather rot than have a rog

Reylap’s POVThe air in the Great Hall smelled of cedar and old blood. It was a scent I hadn't inhaled in months, yet it filled my lungs like lead. I stood in the center of the stone floor, my feet bare and cold against the slate. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the flickering torches of the pack house—my home. Or what used to be my home."You really thought you could bring that filth into my house?" Malik’s voice sliced through the silence.I turned, my heart hammering against my ribs. Malik was there, his silhouette tall and imposing, his Alpha aura pressing down on me until I felt like my knees would buckle. He began to circle me, his eyes glowing a predatory amber."Malik, please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Listen to me.""Listen to what, Reylap? The lies of a traitor?" He spat the words, his lip curling in a sneer of pure, unadulterated disgust. "Look at you. Carrying a bastard. A stain on this pack’s lineage.""It isn't a bastard!" I shouted, the desperation claw

Camille’s POVThe biting chill of the autumn morning should have sent me scurrying back toward the warmth of the kitchens, but my feet had developed a mind of their own. I shifted my weight, pressing my back against the stone pillar of the terrace, trying to look like I was merely contemplating the mist-heavy forest.In reality, my eyes were locked on the training yard below.Ronan was there. Again. He was always there at this hour, a solitary figure moving with a fluid, lethal grace that made the cold air seem to crackle around him. He’d shed his shirt despite the frost, his skin bronzed and steaming as he ran through a series of high-intensity drills. Every time his muscles rippled under the strain of a heavy swing, my breath caught in my throat."You’re going to catch a fly if you leave your mouth open like that, Camille."I jumped, my heart hammering against my ribs. I spun around to find Reylap leaning against the doorway, a knowing, mischievous glint in her eyes. She looked tire