All Chapters of The Omega's True Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alexander laid back on his seat as he let out a low, painful groan. He looked down at Azreon who was attending to his wounds and gritted his teeth. He shut his eyes tight as Azreon poured an oily liquid from a bottle onto the still healing gash on his leg, all the while muttering incomprehensible words I assumed were spells. It's been two hours since Azreon brought us out of the collapsing rogue camp. Damien and Galiath were gone to their rooms, leaving I, Alexander and Azreon in his shack. The putrid smell coming from the boiling pot at the corner caused me to gag multiple times and the jars of animal body parts around me made me uncomfortable in my seat.My body still ached from the constant running and dodging of falling walls and ceilings we had performed back at the rogue camp, but I seemed to be in a more better condition than Alexander. The gash on Alexander's leg seemed to have been healing back at the camp, but now it looked worse. Azreon claimed it was due to the stress Ale

"Thank you," I said with a smile as Alexander opened the carriage door for me. Holding my hand, he guided me into the carriage and closed the door. After giving me a smirk, he turned to the other side of the carriage, opened the door and got in. "The driver would soon be coming," he said to me as he relaxed into the carriage seat. The fitted white shirt on him tightened around his body as he adjusted the collar, accentuating his muscles more and his dark matching trousers complemented his figure perfectly. Suddenly, he turned to me and our eyes met. I quickly turned my head to the window as a wave of warmth spread on my cheeks. Alexander chuckled softly, causing the heat in my cheeks to spread. "How... how is your leg?" I asked, trying my best to steer the attention away from myself. I stared at him from the reflection on my window, eager to see the expression on his face. "I figure it's much more better now." "Oh, yes, it is," Alexander replied with a nod, the corner of his lips

The frown on my face deepened as I caught another movement. I hurriedly stood from my seat and looked around, scanning my surroundings. What was that?Goosebumps formed all over my body as a gentle breeze swept past me. Concluding that I was merely seeing things after searching and not seeing anything, I decided to sit back down, but before I could, a loud rustle sounded in the bushes behind me. "Huh?" I muttered as I quickly turned back around. The berry bush in front of me rustled and shook, causing my heartbeat to race faster. I glanced to Alexander who had finally finished unloading the picnic items and turned back to the bush, a lump forming in my throat.With careful steps, I approached the now still bush, my breath hitching as I crouched low to inspect it. The rustling had stopped, leaving just the soft whispers of the wind as it moved through the trees. With twitching hands, I reached for the leaves. My thoughts raced on what was behind it. We're we being monitored by rogue

I stood still, holding the picnic basket in my hands, waiting for Theran to bring the chariot around. Evening was cooling the air, a soft breeze rustling through the grass as the sun dipped below the horizon. Alexander was a few feet away, talking in a low tone, his broad shoulders outlined by the failing light. I looked at him, at peace. Moments like those were fragile treasures I wanted to hold onto in the wake of everything we'd been through.Then, something changed. A shift, a movement in the bushes, and my eyes had darted toward it. My eyes narrowed, peering deeper into the thick foliage. For one brief moment, I thought I might have imagined it, just the wind, perhaps-but then it happened again.My heart skiddled. Not again."Alexander." I breathed, my voice low. He turned to me in an instant, catching the alteration in my tone."What is it?" he asked, his voice low and ready, his entire body tautening as his piercing eyes followed my gaze to the bush.There it was again. A flash

"We can't just let this go," one growled, his voice low and venomous. "He destroyed our brothers. He slaughtered them like they were nothing."A murmur of assent ran rife as at the circular ripples on a pool; the glint of a mutual rage blazed in their eyes. Well did they know the force that Alexander had been given to wield: his swiftness, strength, as in a storm he cut through them in the field. Still, this thirst for revenge was deeply in their bones, and none was willing to let it slip their minds-the blood that had flown upon that field.Standing among them was the leader of the rogues-a large wolf, scarred fur and his piercing eyes saying a million words while he stood in silence. He was the one they looked up to for guidance, the one who led them through numerous battles, surviving at places where others fell. His name was Kade, and though his face was composed, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts."Alexander is to