All Chapters of Omega and Alpha Triplets: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nicola’s pulse pounded in her ears as she rushed through the halls of their shared suite. The note’s message repeated in her mind, a sinister echo that made her skin crawl. Someone was watching her every move, someone who knew she was digging too deep.She flung open the main door to the living area, where the triplets were lounging. Damien was nearest, standing by the kitchen counter with a glass of water. His golden eyes narrowed the moment he saw her pale face.“What happened?” Damien asked, his voice low and steady, though she could hear the tension in it.Nicola didn’t answer right away. She pushed past him and held up the folded parchment. Dylan, who was sprawled on the couch, straightened immediately, while Dean paused mid-step on his way to the bedroom.Nicola slapped the note onto the coffee table. “This,” she said, her voice trembling with both fear and anger. “Someone left it outside our door.”Dean snatched up the parchment, his carefree demeanor evaporating as he read the

The suite was heavy with tension after they discovered the ominous note. Nicola sat at the table, turning the parchment over and over in her hands. The triplets surrounded her, their expressions varying from anger to concern, their protective instincts evident in their stiff postures.“‘The truth lies in the blood,’” Dylan read the note aloud again, his tone clipped. He placed it back on the table, his fingers drumming against the polished wood. “What do they mean by that? Is this about your lineage?”Nicola shook her head, exhaling sharply. “It has to be. My father’s books might hold the answers, but I still don’t know where they are. I’m starting to think he hid them on purpose, knowing this day would come.”Damien leaned against the counter, arms crossed and his brow furrowed in deep thought. “We need to focus. First, securing the pack and making sure everyone is safe. Second, finding those books. Whoever’s behind this isn’t just playing games anymore.”Dean frowned, pacing near th

The suite was quiet except for the faint scratching of pens and the rustle of pages. The weight of unanswered questions loomed heavy in the room, but Nicola refused to let it consume her. She was looking for anything that might help, her father’s books spread out before her like a labyrinth of cryptic riddles and fragmented truths.Damien, seated across from her, was methodically cataloging every symbol and phrase that seemed significant. His brow furrowed in concentration, though every so often, he would glance up at Nicola, his concern evident.“You should rest,” he said softly, breaking the silence.Nicola shook her head, her fingers running over the edge of a page. “I can’t. Not when we’re so close. There’s something here, Damien - I can feel it.”Before he could argue further, Nicola’s attention was caught by a folded piece of paper slipping out from between the pages of the book she was studying. She froze, staring at it as if it might vanish.“What is it?” Damien asked, his voi

Nicola’s breathing was sharp and shallow, each inhale burning her lungs as she dodged the woman’s next strike. Her father’s dagger felt almost too heavy in her grip, its blade catching and reflecting the pale moonlight like a beacon in the shadows. The woman moved with an unnerving grace, her movements as fluid as water yet sharp as a predator on the hunt. Her glowing eyes seemed to pierce directly into Nicola’s soul with every step she took, their golden hue flickering like embers in the darkness.“You’re quicker than I expected,” the woman sneered, her tone dripping with mockery as her lips curled into a sinister smirk. “But you won’t last long, little girl. Not against me.”Nicola’s jaw tightened, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the dagger tighter. She ignored the taunt, forcing herself to focus on her opponent’s movements. Every shift of the woman’s weight, every flick of her wrist, told a story of deadly precision honed over centuries - or worse, through unholy means. What

The wind howled through the trees as Nicola and her companions trekked toward the ancient ruins Marla had described. The moonlight barely pierced the dense canopy above, casting long shadows that danced unnervingly across their path.Marla walked ahead, her steps sure despite the uneven ground. The triplets flanked Nicola protectively, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.“Are we close?” Dylan asked, his voice low.Marla glanced back, her silver hair glinting in the dim light. “Almost. The Order doesn’t make it easy to find them. These ruins are cloaked in enchantments. If you don’t know what to look for, you’ll wander in circles forever.”Dean snorted. “Great. Just what we need - more secrets and riddles.”“Riddles are how they survive,” Marla said sharply. “After what happened to Nicola’s father, they’ve become even more cautious. Trust is earned, not given.”Nicola tightened her grip on the satchel slung over her shoulder, its contents - including her fathe