All Chapters of Alpha Kane's Omega Mate.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Julia's pov The cab rattled to a stop in a quiet, almost eerie neighborhood. The kind of place where the trees look like they’re plotting something, casting shadows that stretched too long for comfort. I leaned forward, my stomach doing this weird flip as I caught sight of Dylan’s car slipping into a driveway at the far corner of the block.It wasn’t an apartment building—too clean for that. Nah, this was a full-on house. Like, a proper one with a white porch and a stupidly perfect lawn that screamed, I mow twice a week. Not exactly where I pictured Dylan hanging out, but okay, here we are. I threw the driver a twenty, mumbled something that sounded like thanks, and slid out, the pavement under my sneakers hotter than I expected. Winter was practically waving goodbye, and the sun had decided to make a dramatic comeback. Typical.I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets, squinting down the street, and decided to follow. Subtle as hell, right? The alley beside the house was shady enou

Dylan's POV She was crying. Of course, she was. Julia always had a way of making her tears look like the end of the damn world, and normally, I’d care—hell, maybe even console her—but I wasn’t built for that kind of thing. Not now. Not when my whole world was hanging in the balance, and her sobbing was just another problem on the already overflowing pile.I leaned back against the cold brick wall of the alley, running a hand through my hair as I stared at her. Pathetic. Not her, but me—for still caring enough to notice how the moonlight caught the tears running down her flushed cheeks. I had no time for this. None. But here we were, stuck in this mess of her making.“Julia,” I started, trying to keep my voice steady, “I need your help with something.”She sniffed, crossing her arms like she was trying to hug herself together. “You need my help?” Her voice cracked, and she looked at me like I’d just ripped her heart out and tossed it onto the pavement. “After everything, Dylan?”“Yeah

Kane's POV Alex unlocked the door, his movements sharp, almost impatient, but he didn’t say anything as he pushed it open and stepped inside. He glanced over his shoulder at me, his face tight, before gesturing for me to follow. I did, stepping into the familiar house that somehow felt heavier than it used to. Like it was carrying the same weight we were.He didn’t bother with small talk or pleasantries, just motioned for me to sit in the living room. The furniture hadn’t changed—same old couch, same coffee table, same mismatched rug that Julia had always hated but never replaced.I sat down, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, my foot tapping against the floor. I couldn’t sit still if I tried. Alex disappeared into the kitchen, his footsteps fading into the background as my mind raced.When he came back, he was carrying a bottle of water and a glass. He didn’t even offer me any, just poured himself a drink, sat down across from me, and took a long, slow sip. It felt like he

Her scent was easy to follow. It clung to the air, sharp and unmistakable, like she was daring me to find her. I didn’t waste time second-guessing; I hit the gas, weaving through the streets with my focus locked on the trail. It led me down the road, past stop signs and oblivious pedestrians, until finally, I caught sight of her car.She was driving fast—not reckless, just… determined. Like she thought she could outpace me without making it obvious she was running. Cute.I cranked the speed up a notch, closing the gap until I was right on her tail. It didn’t take long before she noticed. Her car swerved slightly, her brake lights flaring for half a second. And then, like she knew there was no point in dragging it out, she pulled over.I cornered her, rolling to a stop a few feet behind. As I stepped out of my car, the gravel crunched under my boots, loud in the quiet tension between us.Casey climbed out of her car, her movements jerky, like every limb was arguing with her brain about

Kane's POV.I didn’t see it coming. Not for a second. How the hell could I have missed it? He’d been playing me the whole time, pulling the strings like some twisted puppet master. My feet dragged along cold marble, fingers gripping my wrists so tight, I could already feel bruises forming. Whatever he was doing, he needed to finish it before I woke up—before I got my bearings back. I was out of it. Completely. But there was something odd happening. I could feel my body healing, healing way too fast for it to be natural. It felt like I was sinking into some kind of unconsciousness, but that little nagging feeling told me that it wouldn’t last. My senses were clouded, but then something hit me, sharp and burning. Holy water. My head snapped up, not because I wanted it to, but because I was submerged in the stuff—sitting in a damn tank, the water biting through my skin like acid. I gritted my teeth, holding back a growl. I thrashed, trying to break free, but I couldn’t. My wrists were