All Chapters of The Omega's Surge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Myra's POVUtter silence clung to the room the moment I spoke. My hammering heart seemed to be the only thing I could hear as the attention of the Council turned to me.Their eyes bore into me, questioning, doubting, judging. I felt vulnerable, exposed, but I couldn't back down now. I felt Noah's reassuring grip on my hand, urging me to carry on.Drawing in a shuddering breath, I began to narrate the horrors of the dungeons, the dark place where all of my nightmares seemed to have happened. "He insulted me, called me names," I whispered, my voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. "And then, he grabbed me by the neck. He tried to forcefully have his way with me, but I struggled. I couldn't breathe, couldn't—"The words caught in my throat as the memories came rushing back in one despairing wave. "That man kept pressing down on my neck, and he left these bruises." I touched the bruises on my neck, where I could still almost feel Julian's hands on my skin. Even as I touched the

Myra's POVAlmost immediately, an image of my mother flashed before my eyes. The small smile she'd given me in the morning when I went out to find those herbs. Her face several weeks later, rotten and grotesque in death.But I pushed that thought away, focusing on that single touch of Noah's lips on mine. I should have thought about my mother. I should have remembered the words those people had said about me in the courtroom, but my head seemed to be occupied by Noah and him alone. I didn’t care about anything else at that moment. All my thoughts, all my focus were on one thing—the needy, desperate throb between my legs.Noah slid one hand from my waist to smooth it up my ribcage to my breasts. My nipples were already stiff, poking through the rough fabric of my towel. He slowly cupped my breasts, and his palms were filled with my warm, resilient flesh.I slid my hands down the muscles of his belly to the waistband of his trousers. He wasn’t wearing a belt and the material of the tro

"What do you mean?" I asked as we walked on, past the corridors of the pack house and towards the front door. The entire pack house seemed to have emptied out: I knew that all the guards and maids were at the scene of the execution."The crowd...." Colin paused as we reached the front door. "Let's just say news about your supposed rebellion has spread like wildfire, and people aren't too happy with you."After these words, Colin pushed the front door open and walked out. I followed him closely, pondering on his words. "They're ready to tear down the entire pack house if Julian is eventually killed, Alpha." Colin continued."Well, that's the whole essence of the execution, isn't it?" I growled, walking on."Alpha...." Colin called, reaching out to hold me back. His expression was strained and full of worry. "Do you not think you should think this execution through before doing it? Killing that man might be a tad too much—""Do you know what he did?" I snapped, cutting Colin off. I ste

Myra's POVThe room was charged with tension as Reyna's mother's fingers inched closer to my throat. My heart raced, fear tightening its grip around me. But just before her touch could become a reality, the door burst open with a powerful force, and Noah's thunderous voice filled the room."What the hell is going on in here?" he roared, his rage like a living, breathing thing.He stood at the door, long hair billowing around his shoulders in one dark cloud. His stormy grey eyes darkened as they darted from me to Reyna's mother, then back to me."What was she trying to do to you, Myra?" He demanded. "Answer me!""I—" I started, but Reyna's mother quickly interrupted me.She withdrew her hand from my neck, her eyes narrowing in defiance. "I'm just trying to make her see reason, Noah. This Omega is nothing but trouble."Noah's eyes bore into Reyna's mother with an intensity that made even me shiver. "How dare you touch her?"The elderly woman turned to Noah, her hands fisted at her sides

Noah's POVI left Colin at the pack's border, coordinating what was left of our troops. We hadn't sustained much casualties, and it was safe to say that we had won the battle.I moved into the trees, walking by myself silently. I could still hear the words of that rogue wolf who had called himself the Reckoning. It was as though his presence was right behind me, still whispering the words like a faint, depressing echo. I could stand whatever he had said about me, but I wasn't sure I could stand what he'd said he would do to Myra.Slowly I turned to the pack house. My body was still pulsating from the intensity of the battle, and I felt a renewed urgency to ensure Myra's safety. The reckoning's words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this threat than met the eye.As I entered the foyer of the pack house, I saw Myra standing by a window on the far end, her gaze fixated outside. She must have witnessed the battle from her vantage point, and I coul