All Chapters of Alpha's betrayal, Omega's revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ElliotAfter lunch, Lucas led us to a hidden room tucked deep within the estate. The air inside was heavy with history, a faint metallic tang lingering from the old weapons displayed on the shelves. My gaze immediately landed on a sword with intricate carvings, its hilt adorned with a crescent moon symbol. But what truly caught my attention was a bow and quiver of arrows, each arrow tipped with a crimson sheen that gleamed ominously under the dim light.I frowned. Wolves didn’t use bows and arrows—it wasn’t practical for us. Swords, daggers, even brute strength were our weapons of choice, especially in wolf form.Lucas noticed my hesitation and smiled knowingly. “I can see your doubt, Alpha Elliot,” he said, hefting a weathered leather bag onto the table. “These bow and arrows are no ordinary weapons. They were gifted to the first Alpha King by the Moon Goddess herself. He was her direct descendant, and only her bloodline can wield them.”I stepped closer, studying the crescent bow. So

LilaElliot stood by the small kitchen window, his broad shoulders tense, the weight of his childhood memories pressing down on him. The sadness etched on his face reflected in the glass, and my heart ached for him. This place held so much pain, so much longing—it wasn’t easy for him to be here.Without turning, he spoke, his deep voice laced with emotion. “You came.” He didn’t need to look at me; the mate bond ensured he knew my presence the moment I stepped into the room, he must have caught my scent.I didn’t say anything. Instead, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against the warm, solid expanse of his back. My hands clutched his chest as if holding him tighter could somehow shield him from the pain that haunted him. Through the bond, his pain seeped into me, raw and unspoken.Elliot placed his hands over mine, exhaling deeply as if he’d been holding his breath. He kissed my fingers softly before turning me gently in his arms, his stormy eyes m

Elliot“Not bad, kiddo,” Uncle Liam remarked, sinking his teeth into a fried chicken wing with exaggerated relish.“I’m not a fucking kid anymore,” I growled, my tone low and threatening as I shot him a glare that could cut steel.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lila stifling a giggle, her lips quirking upward as if she found my irritation entertaining. I arched a brow at her, silently daring her to join in on the teasing.“You are. In my eyes,” Liam shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth only deepening as he met my glare head-on.I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to keep calm. I knew what he was doing—poking and prodding to rile me up like he always had. But I wasn’t a pup anymore, and I didn’t need his well-intentioned provocations. I’d outgrown the boy who sought his comfort during storms of doubt and grief. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.My wolf stirred uneasily, growling softly in the back of my mind. He wasn’t buying it. Drop the

ElliotWhen I had stared at the faded photographs, blurry fragments of childhood memories surfaced, pulling me into the past. I remembered why Lila had that angry look on her face in that picture. She was mad at me for breaking her favorite toy. That toy, I now recalled, had been a gift from Mark, which was why she loved it so much, because he was her favorite friend, and I hated that because I wasn't her favorite. The memory tightened my chest when I saw him on the doorstep. A wave of jealousy threatened to claw its way out, but when Uncle introduced him as Lila’s cousin, relief washed over me.Still, the idea of him inheriting even a fragment of my mother’s legacy stirred a deep unease. Mark was my uncle’s Beta’s son—a fact I had no issue with—but the thought of handing over my mother’s pack to someone else? It didn’t sit well with me, no matter how rational I tried to be about it.Mark broke the tension with a hopeful smile, turning his attention to Lila. “My mom would love to see y

LilaThe afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Aunt Julia’s room, casting soft patterns on the walls as we sat in a tense silence. My thoughts were a chaotic swirl, her revelations still echoing in my mind as we had tea. I had come here to connect with my mother’s roots, but instead, I found myself questioning everything I thought I knew about my family.“Lila,” Julia began gently, her hand resting on mine, “I know this is a lot to take in. Your mother loved you more than anything in this world. Her decisions—everything she endured—it was all for you. But that doesn’t mean the truth should be hidden from you.”I nodded slowly, trying to steady my breathing. “I need to know everything, Aunt Julia. I can’t live with half-truths anymore. If my father lied about this, what else did he lie about?”Julia’s gaze softened with empathy, and she leaned back, her expression thoughtful. “Your father… Andrew was a complex man, Lila. He was ambitious, driven, and deeply insecure. He loved no