All Chapters of The Omega He Claimed : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Every breath I breathe is burdened by the tension in the air between us, which feels as dense as fog. Alicia looks around warily, her eyes darting as if she's looking for someone who might be listening in. Her voice drops to a secretive whisper as she takes a step closer.She says, "Bennet regrets rejecting you, Aurora," in a sweet voice that sounds like she's giving a perverse gift. "He desires your return."Her words taunt me for a moment as they linger in the air. Something old and painful is simmering deep inside of me, and I can feel my heart skip a beat. But I push it down immediately. After everything, Bennet isn't worthy of my thoughts. Right now, he's the last person I want to hear about.My fists clench at my sides as I gaze at Alicia. I struggle to maintain my composure as I bite out, "I don't care what Bennet wants." "He made his decision. I was thrown away by him.With that sickly sweet smile still on her face, she shrugs. Did he? Did you push him away instead? Bennet alw

Tension permeates the morning air. I sense it as soon as I enter the packhouse…the pressure of the looks and the whispers that seem to follow me everywhere. A well-known knot of anxiety tightens in my chest as my heart sinks. This feels different, even though I've always understood that this pack can be vicious when it comes to gossip. more malevolent. more intimate.Greta is here. I'm positive it is. She has been lying to the pack about Bennet, about me, and about my pregnancy. People have turned against me because of her venomous voice, which has slithered through the packhouse's walls. Their criticism is like jagged claws piercing my flesh.I overhear bits of talk among a bunch of pack members as I walk by them."She has reportedly been skulking around with Bennet the entire time."She can't handle Callum's charms. She has been deceiving everyone."The infant... Do you even believe it to be his?I get a wave of nausea that makes my stomach turn. I want to yell at them, to tell them

The night air is thick and heavy as if the whole forest is holding its breath. I remain close to the woods, my heart hammering in my chest so loudly I’m sure someone will hear it. The ancient tower looms ahead, its silhouette dark and ominous against the starry sky. My heart quickens with each step closer, knowing this spot might either contain the key to my rescue or lead me into a trap. I squat low, creeping forward with precise, methodical motions. Every snap of a tree or rustle of leaves sets my nerves on edge. I can’t afford to make a sound, can’t afford to be caught now. The closer I get, the more my concern rises. Greta is in there, conversing with the offender. The concept alone makes my blood boil, but I push myself to keep focused. I need to know who she’s working with. I need to stop them, once and for all. But one false move, and I’ll lose everything. The watchtower sits in front of me, abandoned and deteriorating, its stone walls covered with moss and vegetat

I barely manage to stifle the cry rising in my throat as the sharp crack of a twig resonates under my foot. Damn it. My heart pounds so loudly that I think they can hear it too. The chilly night air wraps around me like a suffocating blanket, making my every nerve tremble with anxiety. I freeze, pressing myself even further against the wall, hoping to the moon that the sound goes undetected. But Bennet’s head snaps up swiftly, his eyes narrowing as they scan the darkness. His whole body turns rigid, and I can practically feel the gears moving in his mind. I hold my breath, pushing myself to fade into the darkness. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, a continuous reminder that one incorrect action may end everything. One false breath and it’s done. Bennet’s gaze searches the surroundings, his nostrils twitching as if he’s attempting to scent something...or someone. Me. “Did you hear that?” Bennet mutters, his voice low and tight, but not low enough to escape my quick ears. Gr

I don’t knock. I don’t even pause. I pull open the door of Callum’s office, my heart beating against my chest, my breath coming in jagged spurts. I can feel the trembling in my hands as I hold the doorframe, forcing myself to remain upright even though my legs feel like they’re going to give out. “Callum!” My voice broke, my sadness was real and unrestrained. I can’t afford to hold back. Not now. Callum glances up from his desk, confused at first, but then his expression shifts hardens. His eyes tighten, and I can feel the pressure in the air, heavy like a storm ready to burst. He’s not delighted to see me, and that hurts more than I want to admit. “What’s going on, Aurora?” His discourse is cold, and controlled, but I can sense the wrath rising under the surface. “Why are you barging in like this?” I swallow hard, pushing aside the mounting terror that threatens to freeze me. “Bennet…” I gasp, still battling to regain my breath. “He’s… he’s working with Greta. They’re planning...