The Omni-Wolf’s Choice novel Chapter 55

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Connor’s POV

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Citrus-sharp, bright, addictive. Her flavor hit my tongue and I honestly don’t think I have ever wanted

anything the way I wanted Evelyn.

Every moan, every time she cried out my name, it drove me nearer to the edge than I have ever let myself go. She stood there and gave herself to me, let me touch her, let me taste her. Goddess-she is flawless. Those soft little sounds slipping from her mouth while my fingers parted her slick p***y, finding what I needed, making room for me. Even now I can still feel her light-brown skin, the velvety heat of it under my hand as I traced the lines of her body.

By the time I had brought her over the edge a fifth time, she was pleading for sleep.

I couldn’t walk away.

Drake and I needed to keep her between us, needed the weight of her curves, her softness pressed to

our hardness.

“I’ll stay until you’re asleep,” I tell her, kissing her temple. “Then I’ll go back to my room.”

“Okay,” she breathes, barely audible, curling closer.

If this-being wrapped up in her-isn’t the best feeling on earth, I don’t know what is. I stayed there with her scent in my lungs, my fingers combing through her curls, listening to her breathe. I memorized the steady pattern of her heartbeat until hours had passed and she was fully out.

Only then did I slip away.

I made it back to my room, and the second I was alone I was restless. Empty.

Drake wants us to go back.

‘I do too, Drake. But we can’t.’

That was all I gave him before I forced myself to lie down and try to sleep.

After dawn training and drills, I spent my time in meetings-first with Ryder, then with my father. I dodged anything he tried to pull toward the subject of my mate. Or I attempted to.

Now I’m heading west, toward the witches’ coven on our territory.

I used to be here constantly when I was younger. Witches know how to have a good time, and they never needed much of an excuse to turn a night into a party. As I walk through the small village, women call out to me-some of them openly thrilled, some of them flirting hard. Once, I would have

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answered that kind of invitation without thinking.

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I keep moving until I reach the last cottage on the street. It wears an ornate brown roof shaped almost

like a witch’s hat, and the front is crowded with herbs-bundles and pots and living greens. A porch

wraps around the house, rocking chairs lined up neatly, and-thankfully-none of them are moving by

themselves.

I step onto the porch.

The door swings open before I can knock.

“Ah! Beta Connor!” Violet’s face lights up. “Perfect timing. Come in, come in.”

Her living room feels like comfort made physical-fire crackling, warmth curling into the corners. A cat and a dog sprawl in front of the hearth, too lazy to care I’ve arrived.

“Kitchen,” Violet says, guiding me. “I’m making tea. Tell me what you need.”

“Thank you for seeing me,” I begin, and my throat tightens. “I need to talk about breaking-”

Footsteps interrupt me.

A girl walks in, young-teenage-with blond locs and pale skin dusted in freckles.

“Connor,” Violet says quickly, “this is my daughter. Amara.”

“I didn’t know you had a daughter,” I say before I can stop myself. Then I soften it. “Hi, Amara.”

“Hi,” she replies, not smiling, just studying me like I’m a puzzle she’s already halfway solved.

Then she tilts her head. “You’re here about your curse?”

The words hit like a blow.

No one calls it that. No one even notices it.

Violet freezes too.

“What are you talking about?” Violet asks, setting the cups on the island with a careful clink.

Amara doesn’t look away from me. “There’s darkness on him. It follows. It’s there to eat his

happiness.” Her voice turns almost pleased. “I’m glad you came.”

She comes closer, joining us.

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answered that kind of invitation without thinking.

Not today.

Get 10

Manu

I keep moving until I reach the last cottage on the street. It wears an ornate brown roof shaped almost like a witch’s hat, and the front is crowded with herbs-bundles and pots and living greens. A porch wraps around the house, rocking chairs lined up neatly, and-thankfully-none of them are moving by

themselves.

I step onto the porch.

The door swings open before I can knock.

“Ah! Beta Connor!” Violet’s face lights up. “Perfect timing. Come in, come in.”

Her living room feels like comfort made physical-fire crackling, warmth curling into the corners. A cat and a dog sprawl in front of the hearth, too lazy to care I’ve arrived.

“Kitchen,” Violet says, guiding me. “I’m making tea. Tell me what you need.”

“Thank you for seeing me,” I begin, and my throat tightens. “I need to talk about breaking-”

Footsteps interrupt me.

A girl walks in, young-teenage-with blond locs and pale skin dusted in freckles.

“Connor,” Violet says quickly, “this is my daughter. Amara.”

“I didn’t know you had a daughter,” I say before I can stop myself. Then I soften it. “Hi, Amara.”

“Hi,” she replies, not smiling, just studying me like I’m a puzzle she’s already halfway solved.

Then she tilts her head. “You’re here about your curse?”

The words hit like a blow.

No one calls it that. No one even notices it.

Violet freezes too.

“What are you talking about?” Violet asks, setting the cups on the island with a careful clink.

Amara doesn’t look away from me. “There’s darkness on him. It follows. It’s there to eat his

happiness.” Her voice turns almost pleased. “I’m glad you came.”

She comes closer, joining us.

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Evelyn’s POV

It has been a few days since I woke up full-satisfied, happy, warm all the way through

I still remember stretching across the bed and finding empty sheets. No body beside me Then the

realization. Connor’s side was cold

I wanted to mind-link him I really did. But I didn’t want to come off desperate. I mean only a few

hours earlier his tongue had been between my thighs all night Yes, I wanted more Goddess, I wanted

so much more

Still, I refused to fling myself at him and look like an idiot

So I kept busy

I spent time with the girls We binge watched Harlem again-our comfort show-while we waited for

the next season Bridget is hooked now, completely And honestly, with how hard she’s been training

she needed a stretch of time where she did absolutely nothing it helped too it kept me from staring at the clock all day, from noticing every hour Connor wasn’t with me

Now, a few days later, it feels like the right moment to go back down to the dungeon with the guys and interrogate the witch again Whatever she’s holding back-today we get it

Mason and Palmer escort me down. Two warriors I trust, two men who make the walk feel routine instead of.. heavy.

At the cell doors, everyone’s already there.

The room has that strange shape to it-like being inside a vintage deep-sea diving helmet, curved walls closing you in. When I step through, Beatrix is already working Ingrid over, punching her across

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the face and into the ribs like she’s chopping wood. Ryder and Connor stand off to the side watching

tense and contained.

Violet is nearby, writing.

I’m not sure what she’s recording until I link Ryder.

“How’s it going?’

‘Still nothing useful,’ he answers. ‘Riddles. Violet’s writing them down so we can try to decode them.’

I nod and move closer. When I reach Ingrid, I lift a hand toward Beatrix.

She stops immediately.

I look at the witch. “What do you want from me,” I ask, voice flat. “Besides my death. Who do you want

hurt so badly it makes you smile?”

Ingrid spits blood onto the floor.

And smiles.

“Now you’re asking properly,” she says. “When is a tree not a tree?”

“When it’s a family tree,” I answer.

Her brows rise, impressed.

“Oh,” she murmurs. “I like you. I’m almost glad you didn’t die.”

“Well,” I say, “that makes two of us. Ingrid-tell us something real. Why come for me? Revenge? Did

you lose someone because of me?”

She laughs under her breath, like I’m cute for trying. “You, child, were only a stepping stone to the

tower. You weren’t the ending.” Her eyes sharpen. “You… were the river. I was waiting for the ocean.”

“Damn it,” Connor snaps, voice echoing in the room. “Not this water shit again!”

Ingrid whips her head toward him, furious. “Shut up, mutt! You’ll get what’s coming!”

Ryder steps in, quick. “Wait-Connor. Is it Connor you want? You’re after him?”

For one heartbeat, Ingrid’s face betrays her-pure anger at herself for slipping.

Then she starts babbling again, words spilling fast and useless. “You can slice through evil like a double-edged sword, but chaos will still run rampant…”

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My patience is gone too.

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Beatrix turns toward Ingrid, casual and deadly. “Well,” she says, “that was fun.”

“No-no, wait!” Ingrid panics, scrambling. “Can I stay awake? I swear I won’t—”

Ryder gives a small signal.

Beatrix knocks her out clean.

Violet immediately begins working her magic, and someone calls Dr. Kira to administer the drug that

will keep Ingrid under.

Ryder’s jaw is tight when he looks at us. “Everyone in this room except Dr. Kira-my office. Now.”

He’s exhausted. He’s furious. I can feel it.

And I don’t blame him. This witch has been breathing our air longer than she deserved.

But today, at least, we finally got movement.

In Ryder’s office, he gets straight to it.

“So,” he says, voice clipped, “it’s tied to Connor. The second you started pushing, she reacted.”

Connor shakes his head. “I’ve never seen her. I’ve never even heard her name.”

Ryder turns to Violet. “Background check on Ingrid. Family lines-cousins, sisters, anyone. Find a link to Connor or to anyone in our pack.” His stare sharpens. “Two days. I want answers.”

Then he looks at Lucas. “You too. Dig into Ingrid’s coven and how she ever got connected to Oscar.

How did they communicate inside this pack, right under our noses? This has gone on long enough.

Am I clear?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Violet and Lucas answer together.

Ryder leans back, exhaling, eyes dark with decision. “I want this finished,” he says. “So I can end her life. She’s stolen enough of our oxygen.”