All Chapters of The Omega's Fate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Norella Pov I was all set to dash towards her when I heard Luna desi familiar voice, "What's going on?" she asked. I quickly pulled myself together as she glided gracefully toward us, repeating, "Seriously, what's happening here?" By then, I was already trembling uncontrollably, unsure why fear gripped me so tightly. Myra then filled Luna desi in on the situation. "There's a fancy dress in my room for you. I didn't know your dad had already gotten you one. Hurry, go change before the ball kicks off." Luna desi said, and Myra happily trotted off, while Luna desi followed her, barely acknowledging my presence.Then, out of the blue, Luna turned to me. "Why are you standing there like a lost pup?" she snapped. I managed to stutter, "My dress..." but before I could finish, she cut me off, saying, "I don't have time for your petty concerns. Besides, it suits you, so you're wearing it to the ball.""I can't," I protested. What did I expect, a new dress? Definitely not. I had to figure some

Norella Pov I blinked open my eyes, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like a mere second had passed. But the familiar surroundings told a different tale. How could it be? The walls of Madame Maggie's room closed in around me, a stark reminder that I was back in the pack. No, no, this couldn't be happening. How was I supposed to make sense of this?. Panic surged through me as I leapt from the bed. I was dead, wasn't I? Yet here I was, trapped in this infernal place, and I knew the torment awaiting me would be far worse than any hell I'd imagined. A swift end, that's what I yearned for—to be freed from this cruel world with the quickness of a falling guillotine.Frantically, I rifled through the drawers, searching for anything that could grant me escape. I'd rather embrace death than continue in this pack, especially when my connection to my wolf is so weak. The room yielded nothing, fueling my desperation.I needed to act before anyone would come in. Weakness gripped me, dizziness c

norella pov He opened the passenger door with a chivalrous flourish, yet his brow was furrowed in a frown. As I settled into the seat, Alpha Lowell emerged, his voice laced with caution. “Think about what you’re about to do, Your Majesty,” he implored King Jason. But Jason might as well have been alone for all the attention he paid, sliding into the driver’s seat, igniting the engine, and accelerating away with a determination that rendered the world outside a blur The drive was a silent movie, with me playing the mute damsel in distress. Words failed me, lodged in my throat by the intensity of his gaze—so stern, so unyielding. It was a look that spoke of storms and battles, of a man who had seen too much yet dared to hope. His belief in me was a novel sensation, a fragile gift no one had ever bestowed upon me before. My gaze was drawn to the trees whipping past, their forms melding into a green streak as we sped on. The urge to plead with him to ease his pace was there, but fear he

norella povWeeks have slipped by, and yeah, I'm feeling stronger physically, but emotionally? It's like I'm hanging by a thread. What does the goddess have in store for me? No clue, but hey, at least I'm outta the Blue moon pack. Now, I'm about to hitch my life to someone whose love for me is as clear as mud. Not exactly the fairy tale I had in mind.Lying here, staring at the ceiling that seems to be aiming for the stars, I can't help but roll over on this bed that's too big for just me. He never crashes here with me, and I haven't even gotten a sneak peek of his room. Weren't we supposed to be mates? And tomorrow, it's D-day. I gotta make the call—stick around in this slice of heaven with a guy who might not give a hoot about me, or hit the road and go rogue. Tomorrow's supposed to be all about the happy, but here I am, a hot mess of feelings. if only my parents were around, or if Mia could toss me a bone here...Is it love, or am I just head over heels for the Jason's looks and s

Jason povJarl's silence hangs heavy in the air, a tangible sign of his anger he has blocked me from communicating with him. He's right to be upset; I've been harsh with Norella, but it was a necessary cruelty. I can't let her fall for me—not when I have nothing to offer, I have no love to give her. I should've been clear from the start: her role is to be Luna, nothing more. The pack needs her strength, her leadership with mine, and in time, an heir. But my heart remains entwined with Amber's memory, her absence a void that refuses to be filled.Skipping breakfast, my appetite a casualty of my guilt, I put on my training gear and head to the grounds. There, to my surprise, stands Norella. She's not cloistered away in sorrow as I expected; instead, she's suited up for training, looking more like a vision of cuteness than the warrior she's meant to embody."If you keep standing there, how am I going to get trained?" she calls out, her voice steady, betraying no hint of yesterday's pain.