Semua Bab The Flawed Breeding Manual of the Renegade Omega: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Anabelle Mixon – An intruder in my plans? The night was perfect. Every detail of the Winter Ball had been meticulously planned to impress. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, music echoed softly through the air, and the scent of expensive wine mingled with the sweet fragrance of flowers arranged in every corner of the grand hall. But honestly? None of it mattered to me. The only reason I was here, dressed like a true goddess, was him. The Supreme Alpha. With each passing year, my patience grew thinner. Ever since I could remember, he was all I ever wanted. He was my goal. My destiny. Yet, he had always kept me at a distance. Since childhood, I had done everything to stay close to him. I followed him through the palace corridors, watched his training sessions, tried to invite him on outings… But he never looked at me the way I wanted him to. Never. And now that I was a woman, there were no more excuses. No man had ever resisted my charms, my allur

Alesha Stokes — Murder? I took a deep breath, trying to calm the boiling blood in my veins. I needed to get a grip. This was my chance to get closer to him, to learn more about him… But if I kept acting like this, I’d lose everything before I even got started. I straightened my posture, smoothing the folds of my dress with trembling fingers. I had to stick to the plan. I had to be smart. But damn it… why did everything always have to go wrong for me? I forced myself to focus on my work, but the sound of the door opening and closing along with the movement of the servants who kept coming and going was distracting me. When I turned around angrily, I saw the guard from before approaching.What did he want with me now? At the sight of him, the servants began to leave one by one, as if the mere scent of trouble had scared them off. Only two remained in the kitchen, but they were too busy whispering to each other, casting sideways glances in my direction. My body tensed as the g

Alesha Stokes — Cornered.The sound of the party reached me, muffled. Laughter. Conversations. Music. But I was here, alone, curled up in the corner of that cramped little room. The scent of soap and damp wood lingered in the air, contrasting with the refined, sophisticated aromas that probably filled the grand hall. That world wasn’t meant for me. I never belonged here. I closed my eyes and, for a brief moment—taking in the only bit of "peace" I’d had since arriving at the palace—I thought of the forest. The cold wind brushing against my skin… The dry leaves rustling beneath my paws… The scent of damp earth after the snow melted away. There, I was free. Free to run without worry. Free to hunt, to howl at the moon without fear. I remembered the first time I caught a bird. The nights I curled up in the dry grass to sleep. The way the stream water trickled over my snout—crisp, pure, refreshing. A small, involuntary smile tugged at my lips. Maybe I was born for this