Semua Bab The Omega the Alpha Threw Away Was True Heiress: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Caine...please...” I gasped. My nails dragged red lines down the broad muscle of his back.The Alpha had me pinned to the bed, fucking me harder than he ever had before.Under him I came apart like water.When the tenth wave hit, my vision went white.After, he pulled out and the cold mask slid back over his face like nothing had happened.“Starting tomorrow, you'll handle the schedule for the engagement,” he said, offhand.I lay there, still trembling in the aftershocks.A wild, foolish hope rose in me, and my heart started to race.I was his fated mate.For ten years, I have stayed by his side. I have been his secretary, his weapon, and his bedmate.But he'd never claimed me. There was always a reason. Never the right time.Was he finally going to make me his Luna?“Caine.” I sat up, my voice shaking. “Are you... asking me to marry you?”He turned and looked at me like the question surprised him. Like he hadn't expected anything so naive.“Marry you?” His tone was lazy. “The engage

He turned, dug a tube of salve from his pocket, and tossed it to me.The rarest kind, made from moonflower.Celina watched him toss the precious salve at me, and something jealous flickered behind her eyes, there and gone.I caught it. My fingertips were still bleeding.“Sweetheart.” Caine turned to Celina, and his voice went tender in an instant. “Don't worry about the embroidery. I've already brought in Madame Lilian to do it herself.”Celina's eyes lit. “Really?”“She's the finest needleworker in the world,” he said. “A lot better than these clumsy hands.”A quick flash of triumph crossed Celina's face, almost too fast to catch, and then she was beaming, throwing herself into his arms.“Thank you, Caine. You're so good to me.”I looked down at the salve in my hand, then at the cluster of needle marks on my fingers, and the bloodstain on the gown that would never wash out.I let out a bitter little laugh and turned to leave—and the whole villa erupted with a shrill alarm.“Ambush—” a

(Third person’s POV)The first day Sophia was gone, something in Caine felt off.No one had the files pre-sorted by priority in the council hall. No one set a cup of black coffee at his elbow before a meeting, brewed to the exact temperature, not too hot, not too cold.He frowned and blamed it on Dray being slow.On the third day, he stalled for a long time over a contract.Normally Sophia left a small note beside the critical clauses, flagging where the traps were, where he needed to add a protection.This time there was nothing.He signed it and only afterward caught the missing penalty clause—a loss that wasn't small.He threw the file down on the desk and swore.On the seventh day, the engagement schedule went sideways. The florist sourced the wrong variety of lily of the valley, and Dray ran himself ragged without finding anyone who could fix it in time.Caine sat in the study, one hand braced against his temple, listening to Dray stammer apologies down the line.He didn't lose hi

(Third person’s POV)In the moment the pain and the betrayal went off together, only one thought was left in Caine's head.What had it felt like for Sophia.When she was framed. When she was exiled.She'd still been wounded then.Had she felt this too—every breath coming with a tearing edge to it?He couldn't even imagine how deep that despair had run.Rage swallowed every shred of reason.A suffocating Alpha aura blew out of him, and the air across the whole hall warped under the pressure.The nearest River warriors were flung straight off their feet, smashing through the round tables behind them.“Kill them.”That was all he said.The Silver Moon warriors snapped to it, turning from caught-off-guard to counterattack in a heartbeat, steel flashing as the fight ripped the hall apart.Caine pulled the silver dagger from his chest. Blood gushed from the wound, but he couldn't feel the pain.Or rather—next to the deeper wound inside him, that pain didn't even register.He drove into the t

(Sophia’s POV)In the banquet hall, the crystal chandeliers spilled soft light over everything.I stood with a glass in hand, seven or eight young, handsome Alphas crowded around me, falling over each other to please me, the talk drifting from the beauty of the North to what kind of gifts I liked.I kept a gracious smile in place, though my mind wasn't on a single word of it.A stir went through the crowd.I looked up and saw Caine walk in.He looked wrecked. Deep shadows under his eyes, his cheeks hollowed out, the once-straight line of his back faintly stooped, a worn-down, hollowed-out air clinging to all of him.His gaze swept the room and snapped to a stop on me.In that instant something lit in his eyes, disbelieving, almost joyful, and he came at me half-shoving through the crowd and caught my wrist.“Sophia.” His voice was hoarse and urgent. “What are you doing here? I've been looking for you everywhere. Do you have any idea how worried I've been?”I looked down at the hand gri