All Chapters of Twins Fate: The Useless Omega's Awakening : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The evening atmosphere was heavy with anticipation as I knelt at the boundary of Silvermoon, heart racing. I had devoted years to considering this place as home, yet now I felt like an outsider, creeping through the darkness like a rebel. I was not oblivious to the irony. Fenris had cautioned me that this was careless. "Daisy, should they apprehend you, there's no assurance you'll be allowed to depart unharmed," he had stated. However, I was left with no option. The Forgotten were drawing nearer, and Dahlia had isolated Silvermoon from the rest of the world. If I don't caution them now, it will be too late. I stealthily moved among the trees, my instincts fully engaged. The patrols of the pack were more careless than earlier, lacking organization. Dahlia’s anxiety was causing them to be reckless. That marked the initial negative indication. The second occurred when I arrived at the council hall and discovered the doors unprotected. I crept in quietly, pressing against the wall as

The atmosphere in Silvermoon is filled with the scent of fear and treachery. Murmurs weave through the lines, soft tones bearing truths like venom. Another secret agent was apprehended last night. Another execution has been mandated. I observe from the concealment of the trees, tucked away just outside the pack's domain. From this vantage point, Silvermoon appears unchanged, robust and steadfast. Yet internally, it’s falling apart. I ought to feel content. In the end, they banished me. Rather, my stomach clenches with discomfort. This isn't solely about me. If Silvermoon collapses, we all perish. And The Forgotten are already drawing near. I am positioned in the middle of the war room, encircled by my most reliable fighters, or so I believed. I scrutinize every face attentively, searching for signs of flaws in their allegiance. The shadows extend far along the stone walls, dancing in the glow of the torches. “We have apprehended another,” Viktor informs, his tone sharp. “He was

“A Decision No Wolf Should Be Forced to Make.” The phrases lingered in my mind. "One must fall, or the wolves will die." I had not slept since I read the prophecy. Whenever I shut my eyes, it felt as if the burden rested heavily on my chest like a suffocating rock. How could I come to terms with the fact that either Dahlia or I needed to die? There must be an alternative solution. I walked back and forth in my tent, the candle’s glow dancing on the worn journal I held. My mother had anticipated that this would occur. She had anticipated it. And she had placed this book for me to discover. But why didn't she explain to me how to end it? A voice drew me out of my reflections. “You require solutions.” I glanced over to find Rowan at the entrance, arms folded. "I confessed that I don’t have the answers." She entered the room, her eyes darting to the journal. “Next, we locate them.” I inhaled gently. "There's a dilapidated structure close to the mountains." My mom would often vi

The chains were excessively tight. Chilled metal pressed into my wrists while I was pulled through the magnificent hall of Silvermoon. Fighters stood along the walls, their gazes oscillating between intrigue and apprehension. At the far end of the room, on the elevated seat intended for our father, sat Dahlia. Her golden eyes shimmered in the faint torchlight, keen as a blade. “Daisy,” she whispered, propping her chin on her fists. “You're becoming careless.” I stood up straight, disregarding the pain in my shoulders. "Allow me to leave." She laughed softly, nearly melodious, yet it lacked any warmth. "Allow you to leave?" She waved slowly towards my restraints. “You entered Silvermoon stealthily with rogues behind you.” “What action should I take regarding you, traitor?” I tightened my jaw. “I’m not disloyal.” “Not?” She inclined her body forward. "Please clarify." I inhaled deeply, regaining my composure. "Dahlia, it's important that you pay attention." "The Neglected." S

The battlefield remained motionless. The Neglected fighters had ceased combat. The warriors of Silvermoon, bruised and breathing heavily, observed in anxious quiet. Even the shadows, which had caused chaos moments before, appeared to pull back into the night. At the heart of it all, he remained. High. Draped in black. An presence that captured focus. Gradually and intentionally, he raised his hand and removed his hood. A shared gasp echoed among the warriors. Dahlia tensed next to me, her breath quick and irregular. I was already aware. I realized the instant the atmosphere changed, the instant the shadows followed his command. The individual in front of us is the head of The Forgotten. It was Castor. Our relative. The betrayer. The banishment. Castor’s piercing stare scanned the battlefield, pausing on me, then on Dahlia. "So," he pondered, his voice rough as stone, "you both have finally come together." A grin played at the corners of his mouth. "What a poetic express