All Chapters of Omega for the Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

NORA “ My brother is keeping you here against your will? ” She whisper-yelled after hearing the whole story about what the control freak had done. To my surprise, she looked genuinely angry. All the more reasons to like her. She was nothing like her brother, but more like me. Satan’s Buttocks! I loved her! “ Why else do you think I am here? ” I pouted and tightened my hold over the mug of my sweet chocolate milk. “ You are not joking, are you? ” She huffed, folding her arms. “ I like to joke, but this is not a joke. ” I rolled my eyes. “ I am sorry, Nora. ” She sighed, pushing her chair close to mine. “ I had no idea. He didn’t even tell me. He said…he found you and helped you stay hidden because for whatever reason…you don’t want to go back to the East. ” “ That’s clear as a sunny day. ” I nodded. “ Do you miss Alpha King Striker? ” She blinked, whispering as if she didn’t want anyone, even the warriors around the cottage to hear. She was the perfect pampered princess with

NORA“ No wonder I felt the change in the world. ” She murmured. “ they are free. ”“ Who are free? ” I wondered, as my heart began playing with my ribcage.She shook her head. “ I worked so hard to bind them and you just… ”“ I did what? ” I shot up from my spot.“ It’s not your fault. This day was supposed to come. ” She clenched her hair between her fists and took another step back. “ What’s wrong? ” I tried to grasp her hands but she was moving away before I could do that.“ You need to go. ” She blurted, panic swirling in her eyes. “ you need to run back to the place you think is safe. Go to Dustin. Lana told me he knows you. Or maybe, go to that West King if you think he can protect you. But I suggest, going to Dustin…He is close. ” “ What’s wrong with you? ” I hissed, walking towards her.“ No, Nora. Not right now. ” She shook her head, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me in the direction of the door.“ No, tell me what’s wrong. ” I asked again, clawing at her hands to ge

STRIKERI felt panic, in strong waves. One moment, I was discussing war strategies with Chester in the throne room, and the next, I was bracing myself against the throne I despised.I couldn’t shake off the panic, couldn’t understand the pain that pierced my heart and made me double over, couldn’t even comprehend why I felt like crying.This was not me. It couldn’t be. When I heard Lana’s voice inside my head, telling me that she needed Striker, I finally made sense of it.It was her.She needed me.Something happened.And she was in pain.I didn’t know what I was doing when I sprinted out of the throne room, away from the Euthoria Fortress, and kept running. Everything was a blur, I didn’t remember having so much strength and speed before. I didn’t even know where I was running off to.There was one thing I was sure of. She was hurt, and she needed me. She kept repeating it, and every time, it sounded in my head. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.I had to ge

STRIKERShe fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn’t do the same. Having her body clinging to me after so long was doing the usual things to me. I was out of breath, my heart was beating so fucking fast that I wanted to punch it to slow it down.On top of it, lingered Dustin’s scent on her. It didn’t let me rest, not for a single moment.So, when she started to snore, I removed her arms from around me and got down from the bed. Separating myself from her proved hard—harder than the last time because I didn’t have that strong resolve anymore. When I asked her to leave a month ago, I was not aware of how painful and haunting it was going to be, for me, but now I knew—and I still had to do it.I sucked in a sharp breath and walked out of the cabin without stealing a single glance at her gorgeous face. I was not sure I would have found it in me to step out if I had caught a glimpse of her, that’s why I didn’t look at her the last time either—this thing, this one thing was always going to re

NORA Margarette's face haunted my sleep, chased me until I gave up on resting. It had been so long until I had a dead dude hunting me down, making me scared. I thought I was beyond this stage where I would wake up in bed, drenched in sweat, feel pain in my heart and stare at the ceiling for some minutes straight. But it was all coming back again. The harder I was trying to run, be selfish and be happy like my mother had asked me to do…the more I was moving in the other direction. I had become just like her. Just like her in hell. Getting down on my knees, pleading, crying, telling him I was in pain…I had lost it. I had no control over myself, I couldn’t help it anymore. Striker took away my strong resolve, left me with the same pathetic tendencies as my mother. That’s why my mother had often told me to never fall in love, never be weak for a man, and never be selfless. I could imagine my mother shaking her head in disappointment, thinking I failed her. I failed to be happy.