All Chapters of The Omega He Claimed : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My heart is racing in my chest as I travel toward the training fields in the nervous night air. Even though I'm moving as silently as possible, it seems like every step is louder than the one before it. I stay low, out of sight, and in the shadows. I can't allow Greta and Bennet to meet without informing me what they have planned since I know where they're going. Only the faint sounds of wind rustling through the trees can be heard on the lonely training grounds. In front of me, I make out Greta's silhouette, her form flowing through the darkness like a ghost. Bennet is already waiting for her near to the edge of the clearing, and she is headed directly for him. I crouched behind a huge tree, far enough away to be unnoticed yet close enough to hear. I have to force myself to breathe evenly and slowly since my heart is racing. I must retain my composure. I need to think strategically about this. Greta pauses in front of Bennet and whispers gently. With a tone full of excitement, sh

Before Bennet can strike, a voice rips through the tension like a sword. "Not so fast." The familiar sound of Callum’s voice cuts through the night air, making my breath quicken. He walks out from the shadows, his towering form lighted by the dim illumination of the moon, producing long, scary shadows on the ground. For a minute, time appears to stand still. Bennet freezes, his hand halfway to me, ready to attack, but suddenly his movements are halted. A sneer begins to develop on his lips, but the sound never entirely exits. Callum’s frigid glare holds him in place. His eyes are piercing, concentrated, and loaded with unstated wrath. The air is heavy with worry, so much so that I can feel it sparking on my skin like static electricity. "Callum..." I mutter, my words scarcely heard above the thumping of my heart. I’m filled with relief, but it’s short-lived. There’s something inscrutable in his gaze, something that unsettles me. He looks... strange. There’s a roughness in his attitu

Greta's fists lash out at me, and her fingertips brush against my arm, but I manage to whirl away from her. The anxiety that I can't afford to lose at this moment is reinforced each time my heart beats. Not when everything is on the edge. I shove her away from me with a sudden, powerful thrust, and she stumbles back. Every frantic breath I take burns my lungs, and sweat pours down my face, obscuring my vision. But I can't give up. I can't let her recover. My body is hurting from the struggle, but I ignore it and focus only on surviving. Greta growls and steadies herself, anger flaring in her eyes. She is by no means done yet. Her squared shoulders and sharp jawline give it away to me. Like an animal in a corner, she is frantic and deadly. You never know what she'll do next. "Aurora, do you believe you've won?" She sneers, her voice venomous. "You are just a helpless little girl acting out a behavior. This is not the place for you. You didn't. Even though her remarks make me wince,

Sitting near the crackling fire, the night air hurts my skin. The chill that lingers in the pit of my stomach is not much soothed by the warmth of the flames. I still feel the weight of the war; every ache and bruise serves as a reminder of how nearly we lost everything. My body is still humming from the adrenaline that hasn't totally worn off, and my muscles feel rigid. I peek at Callum, who is seated across from me, his features dancing in the firelight. He appears to be as shaken as I am. I can clearly out the faint pattern of bruises emerging over his jaw, and his clothing are tattered and filthy. Since the fight ended, he has sat there pondering and staring into the fire without saying anything. Then his eyes engage mine, as though he senses my gaze. For the first time in days they become softer, with that comforting warmth returning and a glimmer of the Callum I knew before everything went wrong. The gleam of emotion surprised me. "I should have trusted you from the beginning

The sound of the knock on the door is so loud that it shakes me from the vulnerable moment that Callum and I shared. My entire body stiffens as a wave of fear sweeps over me. Before he can touch it, the door swings wide as Callum grabs for the doorknob, his stance tight, prepared for an assault.With a pale face and a heaving chest from running miles, Mia suddenly enters. Before I can even question, she blurts out, "We need to leave," her wide eyes locking onto mine in a panic. Right now.My heart sinks into my abdomen. Her voice's desperation sends a new flood of anxiety through my veins.As protective as ever, Callum moves ahead of me, his eyes narrowing at Mia. His voice is low and menacing as he screams, "What's going on?"Mia doesn't even give him a glance. Her eyes remain fixed on me, begging and desperate. We don't have time, Aurora! We must relocate.My throat feels constricted when I attempt to swallow. "Why? What is going on? I try to sound calm, but my voice sounds wobbly.