All Chapters of Omega Turned Royal: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Myra    Damian’s words echoed in my mind. I stared at the vacant space left by him, hardly registering Vi’s soothing and comforting words. But all I could think of was how his bloodthirst, a terrible decision of escaping the coming-of-age ceremony had ruined my whole life. But why then….did I remember a woman’s voice, the Queen’s voice and that of another man? I brushed off those thoughts. These questions were useless now because I had found the culprit who had killed my parents.    “Myra….Myra.” I turned to Vi, mechanically. Her eyes were clouded with worry, her lips downturned in a frown. “Do you want me to inform Andrew? Do you want to go?” But this was supposed to be a retreat, no? I wanted to say but all that came out of my mouth was a choked, and garbled noise. I slumped against my friend and belatedly realized that I was sobbing. 

Damian I stared at her as she looked at me with the same smug expression which she usually reserves for the Mages and Witches who come to the court for her assistance. The phantom emotion called anger gripped my dead heart. I frowned. “What are you talking about?” I knew that feigning innocence will not be a good thing but might as well try.  She folded her arms and put on a thoughtful expression on her face. She steepled her fingers and hooked her chin on the interlocked fingers, pretending, yes pretending to be thoughtful.  “You know, Damian, I have been walking on this earth longer than you. I have information and proof.” I clenched my jaw. She wouldn’t buy it. The stare down went on for a long time before I averted my gaze. “Well. yes…Yes,

MyraI gaped like a fish out of water. The revelation should have been crashing like a tumultuous wave on the shore but it came like a gentle tide caressing the sand and retreating. I felt someone’s arm around my shoulder and I was grateful for that because I feared that my knees might just buckle. Amidst all the rejection and then spiraling down with Withdrawal, I had completely forgotten about my dreams. The ones that were more like nightmares, the ones that kept me wide awake, the ones that…Damian had experienced as well. “You must have known in your heart that these dreams were not normal.” Andrew shook his head in dismay. “I explained it all to Damian but then…” The last time Damian was here before everything went topsy turvy was before the High Queen had arrived. I pressed my lips together, restraining myself from saying something harsh. Andrew’s eyes were still like the abyss, dark and hollow. His cheeks had sunken and as he steepled his fingers and rested them

(Few hours before Celie escaped the dungeon) [Eric] The wolves growled and roared as they chased me like rabid dogs. I pushed myself forward despite knowing that my hind leg was probably going to never be the same again. Damn, how many days since I’ve been running around, always looking over my shoulder to see whether anyone had recognised me as a rogue. The scent-blocker that Connor had given me after I turned a rogue had worn off after Myra… no, I won’t think about that now. I weaved through the trees, I was fast. Months of training with them had strengthened me enough. But the bite from one of those mutts earlier had slowed me down but not enough that they would catch me. My destination was the Castle. Connor was my only hope now. I needed shelter to recuperate, and then I would get back. Once I healed, I would begin pursuing my beloved. Damian is as good as dead. That thought was the only thing that gave me some satisfaction. Vampires and Werewolves aren't supposed to be mates

[Damian]We hurried along the corridor, staying close to the shadows and whenever a guard or anyone who possibly was a threat passed, Kaia, as I learnt her name not too long ago, attacked viciously. She didn’t give any reasons as to why she was helping or how she managed to stay a spy for Celie from what I had gathered from her brief introduction. When we reached that wretched woman’s room, no one waited there either but my gaze did not miss the rotting remnants at the doorway. What the fuck happened here? “This way, watch your steps,” she murmured as she led the way. An acrid and downright unpleasant smell had engulfed the entire room. The smell hung thick and heavy in the fairly large space. I wrinkled my nose. “What’s the smell?” The downside of vampires is how sensitive we are to scents and every other sense, but dead to any kind of emotion. It was then that I noticed the origin. One rotting flesh on the corpse of another. The blood had soaked through the carpet and stained the