บททั้งหมดของ The Omega's Redemption.: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Evans’ POV As I ran, the wind howled through the tall trees, their branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal hands, and the night air felt harsh against my skin. Even though my legs hurt and my lungs burned, I continued. I was unable to. Not when every instinct told me I needed to leave. My nose were flooded with the smell of moist dirt, but beneath it was something more, something old, something familiar. Whispering to me in a voice I couldn't quite understand, it curled about me and pulled me onward. Before I left the dungeon, my fingers clenched around the cloak I had taken from the supply tent. I *knew* where I was heading, even if every step took me farther into uncharted terrain. The Pack of Nightclaws. Even though I didn't know why, I felt compelled to go there. It seemed as though an unseen force was pulling me toward them and directing my every action. Was it destiny? Was it insane? Or was it the voice that had been haunting me since I was a child and appea

Evans’ POV As I rode into the darkening woods, I felt a tremendous weight of stillness on my chest. I was surrounded by Nightclaw warriors, whose presence was a menacing force that both alarmed and fascinated me. Every stride they took was deliberate and coordinated, as though they were transporting something—*someone*—much bigger than a wayward omega. I clenched my teeth and mentally repeated the Alpha's commands, my pulse pounding. * "You are not who you think you are." * An unexplainable shudder went through my body the instant he said it, making my blood run cold. Something had existed in his eyes—certainty, dread, and adoration. And I detested it. I was not unique. I was the outcast, Evans Blackthorn, the mate who was spurned. For my entire life, I had been a shadow and a bother. Now, though, I was being treated like something... *more.* I kept thinking about what the Alpha had said as we got closer to a huge, old building tucked away in the center of their domain.

Evans’ POV I felt the weight of ancient power crushing down on me like an invisible force in the temple air. The blue flames of the torches that lined the stone walls came alive as soon as I entered, creating unsettling shadows on the tall murals. Stories of long-forgotten monarchs, fought and lost wars, and sacrificed blood were inscribed on every square inch of this hallowed place. And there, on an altar of black obsidian, was the relic at the heart of it all. An interior light pulsed from a single, polished stone barely bigger than my palm. The Nightclaw Alpha had guided me here silently, pointing to the altar with an enigmatic face. He informed me that this temple had been unaltered for generations and was constructed for the Lunar Queen's lineage. However, I sensed it. The draw. awareness. This location had been anticipating my arrival. I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. My fingers twitched at my sides, the temptation to grasp for the artifac

Evans' POVThe temple was dense with darkness that felt like invisible hands gripping my skin. There was something living there, not simply a lack of light. A spectacle. My heart was irregular and my breath came in quick gasps as I rubbed my palms against the chilly stone walls. The door was absent. No light crack. No sound but my own heartbeat pounding against my ribs. Then, it began. A low whisper. It slithered through the shadows, wrapping around me like an invisible chain. *"You should not be here."* The voice sent ice through my veins. It wasn’t just a voice. I had it. Heaving in my chest, I whirled around, trying to find the source. A figure moved forward as the darkness changed. I was the one. Not *me*, though. Her form wavered between flesh and shadow as she stood at the edge of the emptiness. Even with the hood drawn down over her face, I could still see the sharpness of her features—**my features.** —despite her flowing black cloak. The air wa

Evans’ POVAs I staggered out into the chilly night, the temple doors burst open behind me, pushed apart by the weight of invisible powers. My legs shook under me, my vision became blurry, and my lungs heaved. The sign was deeply engraved into my skin, and the relic's mark still burned against my palm, throbbing with an unsettling brightness. It was more than a brand. It was a claim. A curse. I wasn't prepared to face this reality. As the world tilted, I grounded myself by pressing a hand against the rough stone wall. My mind was **a storm,** whirling wildly within my skull. The **war,** the **betrayal,** and the **burning of kingdoms** that the relic had shown me were more than just flashbacks. **They were cautions. ** Like spectral tendrils, the whispers curled into my ears as they **slithered** through the trees after I left. * "Selene..." * I froze. A breeze that shouldn't have existed wafted the name across the temple ruins. The air was heavy with something in