All Chapters of The Omega's Redemption.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Evans’ POV Garrick's words stung like poison in my ears. * "I know how to manage your power." * There was a trap. It was inevitable. But my wolf **whimper** and my mark **throbbed** told me that he wasn't lying in some way. The Nightclaw fighters surrounding me tensed up, their weapons clenched, poised to attack. In a veiled warning that he would **not** put up with an attack, the Alpha's eyes sharpened and his posture changed slightly. But Garrick had no intention of fighting. What he desired. Sharp eyes sparkled with amusement, and his lips twisted into a knowing sneer. "I can see the doubt in your eyes, Selene," he said in a silky deep voice. "You don’t trust me, but you’re starting to wonder, aren’t you?" I didn't respond. Like a predator **stalking its prey**, he approached slowly and deliberately. "Have you not sensed it? Your blood's pull. The power within you is becoming more powerful and uncontrollable," he added. "But you still don't get it. You are

Kieran’s POV The temple was oppressively tense. The old stone walls were covered in lengthy, shaky shadows as the candles' light wavered violently. Evans—Selene—stood in the middle, her fists locked at her sides, her breathing erratic. The aftershock of whatever had just occurred was still affecting me. My wolf was prowling anxiously beneath the surface of my skin, tingling from the force that had burst between us when I touched her. I was uneasy about more than just the power, though. It was her. She had something hidden.She had avoided staring at me ever since she awoke from that blinding vision. Her eyes were far away and her jaw was clenched, as if she were ensnared in a conflict I couldn't see. And whatever she had seen in that vision had changed her, I knew that much. I moved forward a step. "What did you see, Evans?" She didn't respond right away. With a sigh, she turned slightly and looked around the temple walls as though looking for a way out. At las

Evans’ POVThe Nightclaw temple was filled with incense smoke, which coiled about the darkened room in spectral tendrils. Flames flew furiously from the ceremonial torches, casting shadows against the stone walls. With their faces concealed by dark hoods and their deep chanting echoing in my bones, the elders formed a perfect circle. I stood in the middle of it all, my heart thumping in my chest. That was it. The ritual that would decide whether I was a fraud or the Lunar Queen reborn was the Ritual of the Nightclaw. The Nightclaw Alpha had stated that; *you had to take the test. The reality will only become apparent when you confront yourself.* As a matter of fact, I was not prepared. My eyes darted through the strange room as I tried to fathom the event that clouded me, struggling to pull off from the cuff that tied my wrist. “I am not ready for this.” All the words fell on deaf ears, every movement still on the chant they resonated.My eyes filled with tears streaming

Evans’ POvLike a second skin, darkness clung to me. My limbs dug into the chilly stone below me, and my body felt heavy. My lungs burned as if I had been drowning, and I gasped for air. The air was thick with the smell of smoke, blood, and something foul, and it covered my throat. Upon opening my eyes, I saw that the world was in ruin. I was shattered the Nightclaw stronghold, the place that had taken me in, that had called me by a name I could hardly comprehend. The bodies of warriors who had once stood tall and uncompromising now nothing more than lifeless husks were strewn all over the temple grounds. Dark and motionless, as if the land itself had been mortally wounded, blood pooled between the cracks of the stone. With my head spinning, I pushed myself to my feet. The ritual and the excruciating pain I felt after the relic burned its mark into my palm were the last things I remembered. Then there were the murmurs. The visions. *You weren't supposed to live.* I wishe

Evans’ POVThe mist that surrounded me was heavy and oppressive, encircling my limbs like invisible chains. Despite not touching anything, my feet felt as though they were delving further into something enormous and ancient. Standing in the infinite emptiness, a place that belonged neither to the living nor to the dead, sent a shiver down my spine. An idea. This place of echoes and silence, where the weight of invisible eyes pressed against my skin, was a place I had been before. However, it felt different this time. heavier. As though someone—something—was anticipating my arrival. Ahead, a glimmer of light appeared, piercing the night like a lone flame against a starless sky. Then I moved forward as though pulled by an unseen force. When the mist cleared in front of me and I saw two figures standing side by side, my breath caught. Two monarchs. One stood in a golden glow, his presence commanding, warm, and oddly familiar. In addition to his physical strength, he exuded a