All Chapters of The Omega He Claimed : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

When I get back to the packhouse, the atmosphere is tense, and it feels like a jail. This environment is more oppressive and feels colder overall. Every creak of the floorboards makes me tremble, and the walls feel like they're pressing in on me. I can feel the weight of the pack members' suspicious looks as I move through the hallways and hear them murmuring behind my back.Even though I make an effort to dismiss them, the reality of what transpired at the banquet cannot be avoided. I can't breathe because of Greta's harsh remarks, Callum's cold demeanor, and the uncertainty in his eyes. Despite my best efforts to swim, I feel as like I'm drowning in a sea of uncertainty.I arrive at the stairway and begin to ascend, my legs heaving and my chest becoming more tense with each stride. After everything that has transpired, I need to speak with Callum to see where we are. What can I say, though? How can I start to sort out the mess we've got ourselves into?Knowing that I'm entering more

“I think the pack deserves to know who their Luna truly is,” Greta’s voice oozes with malice, her words hanging in the air like a blade ready to strike. My heart stops. Time seems to freeze, and I can feel every eye in the room turn toward me. My breath catches in my throat, and I automatically take a step back, my body shivering with the weight of the charge. What is she talking about? What truth does she feel she has? I look to Callum, hoping for some comfort, but his eyes are fixed on Greta. His expression is inscrutable, but I can see the stiffness in his jaw, the way his hands tense at his sides. The silence in the room is suffocating, and I can feel the walls closing in around me. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Greta, but you’re lying,” I say, my voice weak but forceful. “You’re trying to turn the pack against me.” Greta’s smile grows chilly and nasty. “Oh, darling, I don’t need to lie. The truth will cause enough damage on its own.” Callum steps closer, his stanc

I sit by the window and gaze out into the darkness in a room that is almost too quiet. The packhouse grounds are illuminated by a spooky glow as the moon remains low in the sky. Each of my ideas pulls me in a different direction as they whirl like a hurricane.Callum, where are you? What's on his mind? Does he think Greta is real? Or does he still have faith in me?I try to contain the fear that keeps sneaking up on me by wrapping my arms around myself. It feels like the foundation is giving way under us after everything we've been through and all the times Callum and I have struggled to stay together.Since the council meeting, I have not seen him. There seemed to be something he wasn't saying based on the tightness in his eyes as he gazed at me. He wasn't prepared to acknowledge it.I rest my head on the window's cool glass and close my eyes. How can I trust him, even though I want to? How can I trust anything when Greta's lies are looming over us, and there are so many unsolved que

The morning sun rushes through the window, putting a gentle golden light over the room, but the warmth does little to break the chilly tension between Callum and me. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped forward, his back turned to me. I can sense the divide between us more than ever. It’s been like this since Greta’s assertions, since the council meeting that left everything hanging in the air—unspoken, unanswered. I want to reach out to him, to tell him everything that’s churning in my head, but the words clog in my throat. How can I persuade him of the truth when even I’m not sure what’s happening anymore? “Callum…” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t even move. His stillness stings deeper than any words ever could. I swallow hard, trying to force down the knot of irritation that’s building in my chest. “We need to talk.” Finally, he rises, but his actions are sluggish, almost robotic. When he turns to face me, his e

It's already late. The shadows outside have lengthened, and the air seems thick with the weight of unspoken things. I've been pacing the room for the last several hours, thinking about Callum, the council, and the probe. It everything appears to be getting out of control. There is an odd quiet in the home that makes me feel nervous all the time. But it's the only thing that's stopping me from busting up. I need this calm and quiet right now. yet then I hear several voices outside, muffled yet distinct. As I move closer to the door, my body tense up and my pulse beats faster. I push my ear against the wood, hoping to make out the words, but they’re too faint. Still, I recognize those noises anywhere. Alicia and Cassandra were the last individuals I imagined would show up here. My sister and mother-in-law. As I hang on to the door handle, my stomach begins to pain. It makes my heart beat when I open the door and see them standing there like a nightmare dream come true. Alicia’s gol