Myth of Omega, Tome 5 : Reign To Ravage

CHAPTER ONE

MALLORON

King Malloron’s rage knew no bounds.

He stormed to his temple, his mind empty of all thought except one; he ruined his mate. Amara’s beautiful, stunning eyes that he loved to see harden on him with anger, the gorgeous blue that had captivated him so deeply at first sight, were gone. And in their place, a blank, white nothingness. It did not change her obvious beauty, but it left her with no character, no expression, no fire.

He did not doubt that she was also deaf. She didn't respond to his voice or sound of any kind. She simply lay on his bed, still and limp, completely unresponsive to anything he did. That passionate, smart-witted woman who was to be his queen disappeared, turned into a shadow of her former self. It was not supposed to have happened!

He yanked open the door to his temple and headed straight for the spell book. Flipping to the page made of different parchment, he examined it again. He had followed every instruction; he had waited for the dark moon; he had woven the spell correctly; he had selected the appropriate woman. Nothing suggested why it went so wrong.

He threw the book down and roared as his anger overwhelmed him. Throwing out his hands, he executed sharp gestures that swept all the beakers and potions from their shelves. As his rage blossomed into true savagery, he tore the books from their shelves, toppled the cabinets until they smashed down to the floor, threw orbs that punched into the walls making the whole room shudder. He did not stop until the entire room was destroyed, leaving only the altar, which was protected by the Ancient Tongue inscriptions.

He breathed heavily, finally still in the center of the carnage he created. Ripped books, jagged glass, and spilled potions surrounded him, but he didn't see any of it. Nothing in that room would help him fix what happened to Amara—what he had done to her. There was no spell, no potion, no procedure that would return her to what she was. He knew because he had already tried to fix the last woman he’d done it to, his last queen, who had been a Beta.

She also became deaf and blind as soon as the tenebris entered her, but he had expected the side effects because she hadn't been an Omega. He’d been willing to accept any risk and so had she—for the right price. Once she held the tenebris, he was able to draw it into him regularly, reinforce his body, and maintain his Talent without any pain and most importantly, without the immobility. Unfortunately, the tenebris had burned the Beta woman from the inside out. She couldn't hold it for long; it had been too powerful for her.

Although she died as his queen, he could never refer to her as that again. Never before had he had any kind of experience like what he just experienced mating Amara in her Haze. It sent him far beyond anything he could have imagined. It went beyond fucking, beyond words or games, beyond power struggles and agreements. She belonged to him in every way. In that moment when they were locked together so intimately, when she lay her head on his chest, he wanted to wrap himself around her and never let her go. He caught himself wondering whether she was with child yet and when he would be able to knot her again to ensure it. She was his true queen, the one that was supposed to be at his side. And now she would likely suffer the same fate as the Beta woman.

The energy in the room began to shift, and the inscriptions on the two wooden beams of the altar glowed a bright gold.

Malloron turned to watch it, holding out his hand again and creating multiple magical orbs to prepare for what was happening—he had never seen this before, but whatever it was, he was prepared for it.

Streams of magic gathered in the center, revolving and pulsing until it stretched into a portal. His brother stepped through.

Elion froze as the portal closed behind him; his face dropped in shock as he looked around the room.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Malloron growled.

“Did you do this?” Elion slowly stepped out of the altar, his expression deepening to disbelief and horror. “What have you done, Malloron?”

“Why are you here?”