The Omni-Wolf’s Choice novel Chapter 113

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I could feel her pulse thudding against the air like it had its own voice. The twins picked

it up too. Earlier, I had spoken with Montgomery-told him to go to her first, that I’d be

out in a second.

Fear rolled off her in waves. Not fear for herself. Fear of losing us. That old wound has

always been the hardest one for her to carry, ever since she lost her parents as a kid. So

I’ve made it my job-every morning, every night-to put the same truth back in her

hands: we’re here, we’re safe, and she’s loved.

The instant her heart kicked into a sprint, I cut my conference call short and got up. I was

around her before she could take another breath, arms closing, holding her like I could

anchor her to the world.

Rowen immediately tried to wedge in, small hands insisting on his place. He thinks it’s

his duty to guard his mom-already, at three. Roslyn, on the other hand, reads emotion

like it’s light. It’s unreal how quickly they’re growing into what they are.

Then again, their mother is the Omni-Wolf.

“So what’s the plan?” Bridget presses in against me. “Because I’m not sitting around

waiting. I want to take this to him. Finish it.”

“We can,” I tell her, steady. “But we need a location. Once we have that, we bring the

war straight to his door.”

“I’ll reach out to my contacts,” Montgomery says, already shifting to move. I nod

permission.

He steps off, and I tighten my hold on Bridget. She’s it for me. Her and the twins.

Everything I build, every hour I grind, is so she can wake up and simply live without

someone trying to rip her world apart. Goddess, I love her.

Montgomery returns a minute later. “I’ve got something. They’re sending it to me now.”

“Perfect,” Bridget says, all business. “Call everyone in. War room.”

Right on cue, my mom appears to collect the twins. They bolt like they’ve been shot out

of a cannon.

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“There are my two favorite people on the planet,” Mom says, crouching to meet them.

“Grandma!” they yell together, arms looping around her neck. She kisses their faces until

they squeal, then gives us a quick nod while I help Bridget to her feet.

“Okay, babies,” Bridget says, kissing the top of each curly head. “You’re going to hang

with grandma while Daddy, Uncle Montgomery, and I have a meeting. Sound good?”

They nod without really listening-already halfway gone with my mom toward the pack

house. She’ll bake something sweet with them and ruin dinner plans. Exactly what

grandmas are for.

In the war room, my dad joins as the map comes up-an area marked as the Mer-King’s

likely hideout. Orion has put a bounty on my mate. He’s just waiting for some desperate

piece of trash to snatch her and hand her over.

Around us, the room fills and hums with motion-Connor, Pierce, Lucas, Beatrix Violet,

Amara, Evelyn. Everyone falls into their roles while plans tighten into something sharp.

“We go in quiet,” I say, leaning over the layout and tracing a route. “Hit hard. And the

Luna ends it-final strike. Her victory gives her his land.”

The entrance leads into a half-drowned settlement, like Venice dragged into the ocean

and refused the right to sink. Buildings sit both above and beneath the waterline. The

island itself lies between Hawaii and New Zealand, practically on the equator.

“Knock, knock,” a voice calls. “You’re really about to start a war without me?”

Lord Jude strolls in wearing a grin that looks permanent these days. He found his mate

at one of our events, and happiness has been glued to him ever since.

“Lord Jude,” Bridget says, moving to him with a quick side hug. “You didn’t have to come.

But thank you.”

A growl rumbles out of me-brief, controlled. Talon and I have gotten a lot better at not

letting jealousy run the show. Bridget shoots me a look that says she noticed, amused,

then I step forward and shake Jude’s hand.

“We’re glad you’re here,” I say. “How’s Ulysses?”

“She came too,” Jude replies. “Couldn’t resist seeing Bridget. I swear, I’m the extra in

their friendship.” He laughs, but there’s truth in it-those two talk almost every day.

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Ulysses is a witch, and not the kind anyone underestimates. They’re also expecting their

first child.

“I get it,” I tell him, sliding my arm around Bridget.

“And I brought thirty warriors,” Jude adds. “They’re ready.”

I nod once. “We’re taking forty from ours. Alpha Patrick said he could send men as well

-he’s in New Zealand and will scout the area.”

“Good,” Bridget says. “Then we leave tonight and end this.”

Within the hour, we’re airborne on our private jet. The warriors fly commercial on a plane we rented outright-every seat filled with people willing to bleed beside us. I don’t take

that kind of loyalty lightly.

A few hours later we touch down at Auckland, where Alpha Patrick meets us. From

there, we transfer to water planes he’s arranged, taking us as close as possible to Deepcrest Island-Orion’s territory.

Bridget’s in black from head to toe, and it takes everything in me not to think about getting her home and peeling every piece of it off. Motherhood has only made her more -more curves, more hips, fuller breasts, and that ass that should be illegal.

‘Ryder. Not now,’ she snaps over the link, disbelief dripping through the bond.

‘Sorry, baby. You’re just… unreal,’ I send back, and she laughs under her breath.

I pull her closer as the water plane skims over the Pacific, the night so dark it feels solid.

‘This is it,’ Alpha Patrick sends through the mind-link. ‘Closest we can get. From here, we

swim. Three miles.’

‘Only mind-link from this point on,’ I broadcast to the warriors. ‘We stay silent as long as

we can.’

Acknowledgements ripple back.

Bridget, with Violet, has already worked a spell so everyone can use the link for this stretch. She’s gotten frighteningly at ease with her gifts-as if power has finally started to feel like an extension of her body instead of a burden.

We slip into swim gear and slide into the water. Three miles isn’t anything for teams

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that train endurance every day. By the time we near shore, we’re moving like shadows-

cold, fast, and deadly.

We stay low, barely breaking the surface, and spot a patrol. I gesture to two warriors.

They glide forward, grab the guards, and twist. Neck snaps. Bodies disappear into

darkness.

We tuck into the rocks beneath a beach overhang while currents slam and yank around

1. Then we ditch wet gear and step into the town.

It’s stunning in a haunted way-old brick row houses, cobblestone paths, and where

roads should be, water runs. We keep two squads in the canals so we can hit from land

and sea.

‘Orion’s main residence is three kilometers left,’ Bridget sends.

The castle stands like something stolen from Tuscany and planted on a cliff. Waves

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