All Chapters of AN OMEGA'S REVENGE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Inserting the key into the keyhole, the police officer unlocked the heavy metal door to the cell. The door swung open with a loud creak, but he chose to stay outside to guard the entrance, while the visitor walked right in. On entering the small room, Derek looked around. The cell was said to be the best in the prison, yet it was quite the dump. Paul sat on the hard narrow bed, facing the small barred window for the bit of light it let through. He was trimming his beards with the shaving stick he apparently wasn't allowed to keep, but was given anyway because he was a favored inmate, a small mirror in hand. "Good afternoon, sir." Derek bowed at his waist. "I brought the suit you asked for." "I see you've finally come to see him." Paul didn't turn around, therefore looking ominous as he spoke. The result was Derek swallowing heavily. He'd known his boss was bitter when he'd received a call from the lawyer, Voss, delivering the errand to fetch his best suit for this day. The

Lexie sat on the bed, gazing down as her friend lay beside her, unconscious and helpless, with the duvet pulled up to her shoulders. Belinda's pale and flawless skin had always been one of her striking features, but her current pallor was all wrong. Her skin appeared pasty and damp, her lips had lost their vibrant reddish color, and bags had formed under her eyes. She looked sick. Worry curled Lexie's heart and moved up to sting her eyes. Belinda looked like she was in a lot of pain. The sound of the door creaking distracted Lexie. Wiping the tears off her cheeks, she sniffed in whatever one still threatened to fall, before turning to check who was coming in. Luisa stepped into the bedroom, her gaze first running over the woman lying on the bed, before raising to the woman sitting at her side. Both were a pitiable sight, so she gave the conscious a small smile, hoping the gesture did anything to reassure her. "How is she?" Luisa's voice was low and gentle as closed the door softl

Draven's phone rang, and he raised his hand to silence the men sitting before him. They were all dons of the underworld, but they knew to keep quiet when the man in the tailored black suit told them to keep quiet. Usually, no one bothered the Lycan on these kinds of trips, but he'd specifically ordered Marcus to contact him the instant news developed on Belinda's condition. Therefore, when he saw it was his Beta-in-line calling, he raised the phone to his ear. "Is she awake?" It was the first thing he asked, because that was the only thing he wanted to know. "Yes," Marcus' voice came through the phone. "but I can't be sure. She's missing, my lord." Sharp shock coursed through Draven, but he effortlessly maintained his composure. The only indication that his mind was spinning was the darkening of his gaze. "What do you mean missing?" The ears across the table were piqued at the word ‘missing’, the dons' instinctive nosiness making them wonder what the topic over the phone w

Belinda was still conscious, but her whole world seemed to collapse before her eyes. The organs in her chest felt like they were constricting, as it was getting hard to breathe, causing her breath to come out in short gasps. "No. No. No. No." Belinda found herself chanting. Her mind refused to wrap around the revelation she'd just received, her head shaking vehemently in denial. No, it can't be—the words screamed in her head. She hadn't searched relentlessly for answers, she hadn't followed the clues she'd so painfully uncovered here, to be told she was a bastard of the despicable Sorcerer Clan. Tilly observed the young woman who was obviously unhappy to learn of her true ancestry. She felt pity for the poor girl. Only God knew what she'd had to endure the many years that she'd been away. She(Tilly) could only imagine that the news of her past wasn't particularly easy to swallow. "As time passed," Tilly continued over Belinda's chants, hoping her soothing tone would help to ca

The closer Derek got to the shack, the more confused he grew. What had Belinda been doing in the middle of the woods in a whole other state, that she'd needed him to pick her up by 5 in the morning? The old building looked like it could fall apart any minute, with its rotting wooden walls and algae-covered roof. The yard in front of the cottage was overgrown with weeds, and many of the steps leading up to the porch were missing. The only indication that the house wasn't abandoned was the clean window panes and functioning fence. Derek pushed the rusting gate, which swung open on its own. Someone must have been expecting him, because before he reached the cottage, the front door swung open. A woman in a threadbare grey sweater stood at the doorway, her arms wrapped around her torso. Her blond hair fell past her shoulders, and her thin lips were pressed together, displaying her uncertainty. Derek's pupils dilated on sniffing her scent—the tangy smell of magic. The woman wasn't just hum