All Chapters of AN OMEGA'S REVENGE: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The cold wind blew through the forest, rustling leaves and swinging branches. Maddox loved the outdoors at this time of the morning. There was just something about the teeming nature, the disconnect from the rest of the world, that appealed to his senses. Of course, the woods lost its charm once the day broke fully and the sun was hot, annoying critters yapping away the peace. He wondered how anyone could live here, but then again, he doubted the woman in the rundown cottage was living in the best conditions. Propping a hand in his trousers pocket, Maddox knocked on the cottage's door. He heard a bustle inside, footsteps shuffling before the door swung open. On sighting the pale face, he set his lips into a wide grin. "Hello, Matilda dear."Tilly's eyes widened, as all the color flushed from her cheeks. It felt as though a boulder had slammed into her, knocking all the air out of her lungs. Her mind screamed at her to run away, but her feet stayed rooted to a place. She couldn't

As the Lycan walked into the building, the people he crossed bowed respectfully to him. He didn't acknowledge their greeting, but they didn't mind because he didn't have to acknowledge them. And he never did, anyway. His features expressionless, Draven entered the private elevator with his beta at his side. The two rode up in silence, and at the floor of his luxury apartment, Cantor got off. Draven continued up to the penthouse. Although he knew his mistress was present, he didn't go to see her immediately, but rather headed to his own room. He had had a stressful trip, and was glad to be back in the comfort of his home. Gathering the cutthroats and criminals of the American continents who fancied themselves mafia bosses had never been a thing he enjoyed, but it was his duty to control them. None, aside from the werewolves among the bunch, knew he was a Lycan. However, they did know that he was far more dangerous than they were, and that was enough to keep them from making too much t

Lila pulled up in front of the high-rise building where Derek's apartment was located in her sports car, which she'd insisted Paul buy for her. It would never hurt his pockets, anyway—at least that had been the case back then. She was dressed sexily, in a skin-tight print dress and knee-length heeled boots. Rather than the elevator, she took the stairs on entering the building, because she still had some pent-up energy to burn off. She used the time spent climbing to remind herself to quit being affected by her fiancé's harsh nature. Hers would never be a happy marriage, she might as well get used to it. On reaching the door to Derek's apartment, Lila rang the bell and waited. No one answered the door, causing her to ring it again. This time, she pressed her ear to the door and listened. She heard no movement inside, which told her no one was home. Her lips spreading into a satisfied smile, Lila reached into her purse, and fished out a key. If the dear beta of the Chicago Pack knew

Belinda only got out of bed because she was thirsty, after going the entire day without water. Her throat was dry and scratchy, and her head ached at the temples. As she walked, she felt dizzy, as she hadn't moved this much distance in a while. She was drinking a warm glass of water in the kitchen when she noticed the light coming from the Lycan's study. He was still up? It was 3 in the morning. Impulsively, she headed towards the light, gently pushing open the ajar door. Draven sat inside the room, his back relaxed on his chair and his legs spread wide under the desk. His gaze locked instantly with Belinda's, because he'd heard her leave her bedroom and had waited for her to come. Belinda found the Lycan's hard expression startling, especially since he'd been extra soft towards her these past few days. Still, she pushed down the feeling and stated, "You're awake." Belinda wasn't sure exactly how she'd wanted the Lycan to reply to that, but she certainly hadn't expected him to say,

They sat together in his living room, both sipping a hot cup of tea. Belinda's suitcases lay at her feet, as she relaxed on the comfy couch opposite Derek. He watched as she casually blew steam from her cup, unable to wipe the frown from his features. In many ways, she appeared calmer than he felt. "Let me get this straight..." Derek began. "The Lycan discovered you're an offspring of the Sorcerer Clan?" "That's correct." Belinda unceremoniously brought her cup to her lips. "And he let you go?" He was more flustered by how unbothered she seemed more than anything else. "I suppose it was his form of mercy." Determining her drink was still too hot for her tongue, Belinda lowered it and blew at the steam once more. "He can't punish my mother and everybody involved without coming after me first." Seriously, was there something he was missing?As far as Derek could understand, the woman in front of him—and basically everyone in the Chicago Pack—were in deep shit. It was