All Chapters of The Unclaimed Omega: My Alpha is a Nightmare : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Gonzalo pressed his lips into a thin line. “It won't, River. If I had to, I’d claw at the earth until I found water. My daughter must be found.”Together, they launched into a digging frenzy, clawing at the hard-packed earth with their bare hands. Minutes bled into what felt like an eternity. Just as despair was about to consume River again, when she was about to finally lose up and drown herself in a pool of self-pity, a familiar scent tickled her nose, sending a jolt of fear and recognition through her.That scent… she’d recognize it anywhere and anytime. Her entire body froze, her hands trembling at the realization. He was here. With great struggle with her muscles, she looked up to meet the chilling gaze of Lord Draven. He held a crumpled paper in his hand with a cruel smile on his lips as he flipped the paper. "Looking for this, little human?" His voice was as cold as he looked, giving River the chills.It was like being transported back seven years ago when he had found her le

“T-that’s not possible. A pack Alpha can not lead rogues. What the heck are you saying?” River couldn't help but to blurt out. The rogue clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is why we kill you all as though you were fowls. How can a rogue wolf be under your nose for years without your knowledge? Well, if you must know, the real Alpha Echo was killed by us a long time ago. We had her killed with the help of some witches you harbored in your pack, again, living right under your noses. And guess what they did? They helped us make our leader into her clone. So what you have leading you since seven years ago is our leader.” River’s jaw nearly hit the floor. What the heck was this revelation? She had known, been wondering how possible it was for her sister to have switched up on her so easily. S-so that wasn't Echo all along? Oh, gods. Their pack was on the verge of ruin. Also, grief slammed into her like a truck colliding with a pedestrian. Echo, her sister was dead. Long dead, and

The witches whirled around, their red robes swirling like a malevolent flower. Their faces were a mix of ages and ethnicities. And all of it? They were contorted into one of surprise and rage. The chanting sputtered to a halt, replaced by a clamor of gasps and muttered curses. Annemarie who was caught mid-incantation, shrieked as the power in her voice faltered. The ceremonial knife wobbled in her hand, the tip dipping precariously close to Rain's pale skin. River's scream echoed through the large chamber, bouncing off the ancient stones and amplifying her fury. Her eyes which were usually a warm emerald, now glowed with a startling silver light. It was a reflection of her awakened power… of her true nature.The vial in her hand slipped and was forgotten to the dusty floor, the ethereal glow fading as more potent magic thrummed beneath her skin. Fury surged through River, shortly eclipsing the fear that had gripped her. Her daughter’s life was on the line. These people had hurt he

With a final surge of will, River pictured the typical warmth of the restaurant kitchen – the worn wooden floor, the scent of frying onions and projected her telepathic ability there. She could remember Tara’s words back in the woods with the rogues; find an emotion within you to connect to and bend it to your will. The mere recollecting Tara’s voice or picturing the restaurant that now held memories that would be nothing but bad was enough to channel emotions within her. She would rather go somewhere else, but there was nowhere else to go but the restaurant. Hence, she set her sentimentality aside and decided to focus on the telepathic spell. The air then began to shimmer, distorting the image of the chamber before them. Then, with a pop and a rush of dizziness, the world disbanded around them. They landed with a thud on the cool tile floor of the living quarters inside the restaurant. Disoriented and gasping for breath, River slumped against the wall with Rain cradled protective

Warning: Mature Content Ahead!When he was done licking her, Gonzalo moved and stood up, not breaking his gaze from her. “Am I imagining this?” He asked more to himself than her.River tilted her hand, feeling oddly comfortable on the sink. “Why don't you come find out?” She further spread her legs wider, urging him forward.And so, he took a step closer to her, feeling so close, she thought there was a magnetic force between them. Her fingertips found his chest again, and she lightly raked her nails down to his stomach. His abs twitched at her touch, making her smile.Ticklish. Nice.She wanted to be behind him now, to see the muscles in his strong back tighten, to see the column of his neck in stark relief in the dim light.Damn.Wary, he turned to look at her over his shoulder. She spread her fingers over a big shoulder blade to reassure him, the way one might try to calm a skittish horse.“Is this a little weird?” Her voice was almost a whisper.“A little,” he answered. His mouth