All Chapters of The Omega He Claimed : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Bennet's look pierced mine, and I felt a surge of worry wash over me as he approached me. My heart quickens as I look into his eyes, which used to be so familiar, but now they have a scary focus that makes me feel scared instead.Bennet growls, his voice raw with anger, "You don't belong with him." And now he's too close. "Aurora, you belong with me." His tone was one of privilege and charge, and the words struck me like a slap. My mouth opens, but nothing comes. His very presence stirs up feelings I thought I had buried deep. He's looking at me as if I'm still that girl who would do anything to be close to him. However, I'm not. No more. I manage to say, "Don't," taking a reflexive step back. I am grounded by a sense of security when my back touches Callum. The action causes Bennet's eyes to flicker, getting darker with anger and envy that are bubbling beneath the surface. The smell of danger fills the air as the wind blows up around us. Bennet keeps her attention on me as though

I can hear dogs howling and bodies crashing all around me as the night is a blur of mayhem and carnage. Every time my heart beats, the fear that shoots through me is repeated. I make an effort to focus and maintain my composure in the face of chaos, but it's difficult to remain calm when things move so quickly. There are wolves everywhere, their growls sending shivers down my spine as shadows dart in the darkness.My legs give way under me as I stumble over a rock, but strong arms grab me before I can fall to the ground. Callum. He is constantly present, constantly on guard, and constantly prepared. His eyes never leave mine as he firmly grasps me and drags me back to my feet. His presence works as a calming force amid the mayhem, and his touch is grounded. Despite the nervousness in the air, he replies quietly, "Stay with me." Even throughout this fight, something is reassuring about the way he looks at me, as if he would never allow anything to hurt me as long as he is present, and

We scarcely have time to catch our breath as Mia's unsteady, piercing voice pierces the environment. "You must accompany me. Right now. I glance at Callum, who is still maintaining his arm around my waist for safety. My whole body is rigid from strain, and the adrenaline from the previous round hasn't left my system. However, Mia's shocked look is what truly chills me. That look on her face is unlike anything I've ever seen. "What's happening?" I ask, sounding more controlled than I am. Right now, when everything appears to be coming apart, I can't afford to be terrified. Mia pauses, appearing as if she's having problems finding the appropriate words, her pale face distorted. She trembles as she continues, "I found something… something you both need to see." Her eyes flit between Callum and me, imploring, as if she wishes whatever she's discovered would just disappear. Callum nods to Mia as his grasp on me increases. "Show us," he begs, his voice as powerful and harsh as ever. I f

As we push ourselves harder and faster, the trees in the forest mix around us as we run through it. My face stings from the wind, and my heart beats in sync with our motions.I have a nagging feeling that something isn't quite right. It goes beyond the animals that nearly attacked us or the writing on the tree. This seems deeper and more personal. I look at Callum, who has a hard-lined face and eyes that are set on the future. Even from a distance, I can feel the stress in the air as the packhouse comes into view. There is a problem. As we get closer, Callum slows down and tightens his hold on my hand, so he must feel it too. Callum's dad, Hunter, is standing at the entry with his arms crossed across his chest. Normally, he is quite cool and controlled, but right now, he is acting differently. His jaw is locked as he watches us come closer, his face blank. Unease makes my stomach turn over. Callum shouts, "Hunter," as we stop in front of him. His voice is quiet and deep, yet it has

Mia's revelation hovers in the air, suffocating and weighty. Her words are so weighty that they shake me from the bottom of my heart. Every time my heart beats, it feels like a hammer striking my ribs in my chest. The world appears to have stopped revolving, and all I can think of is her—the person I trusted, the companion I assumed I knew, now standing in front of me as a traitor. I ask the query that has been burning in my brain, swallowing hard, my throat parched, my voice barely a whisper. "Who are they?" I can scarcely get the words out before they tremble. "Who is in charge of everything?" Mia stops, fear and guilt jumbled together in her eyes. She can't keep my eyes on her, so she looks aside. Her shoulders slump as if she is finally being crushed by the weight of her treachery. With a shaky voice, she says, "I don't know their true identity." But Aurora, they're powerful. Behind the scenes, they have been doing this for a long. And their purpose... Her voice falters as she