All Chapters of Omega and Alpha Triplets: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The air in the Order’s great hall was thick with the scent of burning incense and old parchment. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the polished stone walls, illuminating the gathering of robed figures standing before Nicola. The weight of their stares was almost suffocating.She had just helped them dismantle a second altar, severing another thread in Lyra’s dark web of influence. And now, instead of gratitude, she was being offered something she hadn’t expected.An elder, a man named Gabriel Morrow - one of the few who had known her father well - stepped forward. His robes, embroidered with golden sigils, marked him as one of the highest-ranking members of the Order.“Nicola,” he said, his voice deep and solemn. “You have proven yourself beyond any doubt. Your father’s work, his sacrifices, they are now yours to carry forward. The Order needs a leader who understands what is at stake.”The words hit her harder than she expected.She had spent years trying to underst

Nicola stood frozen in the middle of the parlor, the fire’s golden glow flickering over her rigid frame. Her heart pounded, every breath feeling too shallow, too quick.Lyra was her mother.The words echoed in her mind, over and over, until they lost meaning.Clara sat silently across from her, the weight of her confession settling into the room like thick fog.“No,” Nicola whispered again, her voice hoarse. “You - you’re my mother.”Clara’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “In every way that matters, I am. But biologically… it’s Lyra’s blood that runs through your veins.”Nicola’s hands curled into fists. “That’s not possible.”“It is.”The voice that spoke this time wasn’t Clara’s.Cedric, Clara’s mate, stood in the doorway. His strong, familiar presence should have been comforting, but right now, Nicola felt like the ground beneath her had been ripped away.He stepped forward, his gaze steady and filled with something Nicola couldn’t quite name.“I knew your father well,” Cedric s

Nicola sat at the old wooden table in her mother’s house, the dim candlelight flickering over the pages of the book Cedric had given her. The air was thick with unspoken words. Her fingers trembled as she turned the page, her breath shallow.The words written in faded ink stared back at her."The first step was made. The blood holds the key. The beast within is not a curse - it is a door. And I will be the one to open it."The handwriting was precise, deliberate.Elias James.Nicola swallowed hard. Her great-grandfather’s words felt like a ghost reaching through time, whispering secrets that should have stayed buried.She looked up at Cedric, her uncle, who stood silently by the fireplace. “Elias,” she said. “It started with him, didn’t it?”Cedric’s expression was grim. “Yes. He was the first to unlock the connection between blood and power.”Clara, Nicola’s mother, sat rigidly beside her, her hands gripping her lap. “Your great-grandfather was a brilliant man,” she said, her voice t

The revelations were still fresh, raw, overwhelming. Her mood shifted.Elias. Jacob. Her father. A tangled mess of ambition, power, and sacrifice - stretching across generations until it finally landed on her.Nicola squeezed her eyes shut. Why did it have to be her?Her fingers curled around the book's worn leather cover, but she didn’t open it. Not yet. She couldn't. Not when her thoughts were spinning in circles, crashing into each other like a storm she couldn't contain.She barely noticed the triplets moving around her, exchanging glances that she was too drained to decipher.She did, however, notice the mate bond.It wasn’t just a comforting hum - it was insistent, pressing, pulling.And beneath it, she could feel them. Dean. Dylan. Damien. Their emotions mirrored her own. Frustration. Anger. But most of all - worry.Nicola exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. She was pulling them down with her.A sharp sound snapped her out of her thoughts.Damien had set his knife down on the

Marcus sat behind his heavy wooden desk, his sharp gaze locked onto Nicola and his sons. His office, a space usually filled with authority and control, now felt heavy with tension. Stacks of reports sat forgotten as an entirely different kind of threat loomed over them.Nicola swallowed hard, gripping the worn leather book she had brought with her. It held the history of her bloodline, the twisted secrets that had led them here. She could feel the triplets' presence beside her, their support grounding her."Start from the beginning," Marcus said, his voice calm but edged with something deeper - an unease he was trying to mask.Nicola took a breath. "You already know that my father was involved with the Order," she began. "But what we didn’t know until recently was just how deep it ran. He wasn’t just a member, Marcus - he was part of something bigger, something that spanned generations."She placed the book on the desk and flipped it open to a marked page. A name stared back at them i