All Chapters of AN OMEGA'S REVENGE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Belinda gasped as the Lycan took her lips in a violent kiss. He kissed her roughly and persistently, never affording her the time to breathe. When he nipped her lower lip, a breathy sigh escaped her, and he took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues met in a passionate dance, stroking, caressing, and curling against each other. Till now, Belinda hadn't realized how much she missed the taste of him. She loved it when he was like this—when he kissed her till everything else faded away. Automatically, her body reacted, her back curving so her chest met his. His biceps flexed as supported his body over as, so as not to crush her with his far greater weight. Her fingers found the bunched muscles, her nails scratching down his arms. A deep guttural growl reverberated through Draven's chest at the possessive action. He felt as though his muscles were on the verge of breaking, especially the swollen one between his legs. He couldn't remember the last time he'd

Using her reflection in the mirror, Belinda put the finishing touches to her appearance. She kept her makeup light, adding only the barest color to her features. Her hair was left to flow simply down her shoulders, the black strands brushed to sleek perfection. Her dress was also plain. It was a boring ruffled polka dot gown with an elastic off-shoulder neck. To match, her white sandals were flat and ordinary. She resembled a middle-class suburban girl out for a walk, and that was exactly the look she was going for. She didn't wish to draw attention to herself today. This would be her first time leaving the penthouse after a week of returning here. The Lycan had resumed work a couple of days back, and he often left her alone for hours at a stretch. It had been lonely, but she simply hadn't been ready to begin her life again. For one, she had needed more time to rest, especially after being marked. Belinda brought her hand to the side of her neck, where the fang scar had already fad

Ellie was in the reception of the orphanage when Belinda arrived, switching the wilted flowers on the windowsill with fresh ones. She smiled at the younger woman, pushing the dead plants into a waste bin and dusting her hand on her white apron. "Hello, dearie." The widow greeted cheerfully, shuffling to arrange the storybooks scattered on the tables into the shelves. "The children are at the back. Now I would take you to them, but they were quite naughty this money and are doing chores." Belinda smiled at the children's antics. It must be so wonderful being that young—having no worries and only concerning yourself with mischief. Everything was simple back then. Even the abuse of a cruel stepfather and the negligence of a distant mother had been bearable. "That's okay. I won't be staying long." Nodding, Belinda slid into the seat Ellie had gestured that she should take. She had prevented Sasha from following her into the building, permitting the female guard to spend the aft

Belinda watched as the children gobbled down their meal, like lions on a carcass. She'd intended to take them to a standard restaurant, because Lord knew they deserved that much. However, she'd discovered that her credit card didn't work here. In this time, Belinda Knight was only a child and didn't own a bank account. Therefore, she'd been forced to use the cash she had on her to get them something at the nearest McDonalds. Despite the downgrade, the children seemed delighted nonetheless. Everything else seemed to fade for them, their entire beings invested in the cheeseburgers, chicken wings, and french fries in front of them. They really did look starving. Belinda remember how rarely she'd eaten out as a child. The food at home hadn't been spectacular either—at least for her and her twin. Again, anger simmered within Belinda. How much they'd endured then. But what age was her age now? At what point of her suffering had this been? "How old are the both of you?" She dropped the

That night, Belinda tossed and turned in her bed. Despite the open window and cool breeze blowing in, she was sweating, the nightdress she'd borrowed from Shoba clinging to her form. An unconscious frown twisted her features, her lips trembling as her teeth chattered. In her sleep, her mind was even more turbulent. The vision from that afternoon replayed in her dream, even more vivid now. She finally understood that the death she'd seen had been a devastating war, and that the blood was that of the various lives that it had taken. Chaos signified the destruction that was left behind. The dirty streets were littered with corpses left to rut. Those still alive fled on foot, leaving behind their lives and loved ones. The crumbling buildings were abandoned, humans betraying each other for any bit of advantage they could gain. There was no law, no order, no damage control unit working to contain the crisis. Just chaos. In the midst of the disaster, two siblings fought to stay together.