The Omni-Wolf’s Choice novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 A banquet with demons…

Bridget’s POV

Noise has weight in here. With the dark pressed over my eyes, every other sense has

been forced to grow teeth. I catch the sour stink of stagnant water from the corner where

a pipe keeps leaking. Somewhere close, rats keep scratching and skittering through the

black.

I had a dream-too bright for this place. I was standing in the Moon Goddess’ garden, and Ryder was there with me. He came straight to me like nothing else existed. Even

awake, I can still feel his arms locked around my body. His scent lingers in my head.

Goddess, I miss him.

Metal bites, then clicks. Keys. The lock gives, and my stomach hardens.

Griffin.

The same monster who told me-without shame-that he hunted my parents down and

killed them. The same man who stripped my life bare.

The same man I am going to kill with my own hands.

Light floods the cell when he flips the switch, and he looks pleased with himself. I keep

my gaze on the ceiling like he’s not worth the effort.

“Well, rise and shine, beautiful mate,” he says, voice sweet with poison. “I hope you’ve

had time to fix that attitude. You’re getting an opportunity. We’ve got company upstairs,

and they’re dying to meet you.”

I finally look at him, but I give him nothing-no answer, no reaction. Whoever is

“upstairs” won’t be there for conversation. They’ll be there to use what I am.

“I’ll have the ladies wash you,” he adds, stepping back. “And don’t get clever.”

He leaves, waving in Celeste-the witch-and the vampire girl whose name I still don’t

know. Guards fill the doorway. My cuffs come off, only to be replaced with their eyes.

They drag in a wide basin. The vampire starts stripping me with brisk, practiced hands, and Celeste takes a sponge to my skin. She scrubs like she’s cleaning a floor, not a

person, and then passes the sponge to the vampire to finish the job.

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I have to talk to her. She is the only crack in this cage.

‘My name is Bridget. What’s yours?’ I push the mind-link toward her.

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She stills for the tiniest beat. With the door open, my power can barely reach-thin, trembling. Her gaze flicks to Celeste, checking whether the witch noticed.

‘I’m not talking to her,’ I press, careful. ‘Only you. I need help. Please.’

She keeps washing me, face blank, and I wait-burning with the need to move, to do

something.

Ryder. I have to reach Ryder, but I’m sealed underground with everything taken…. everything except the necklace I hid inside the mattress.

Wait.

The necklace.

Ryder had told me there was a tracker in it.

Oh, Goddess-please let that dream have meant something. If I can get that necklace out of this room, Ryder can catch the signal. He can find me.

‘Priscilla.’ The voice touches the inside of my skull, faint but real.

My breath catches. I glance at Celeste. She’s busy rummaging through what she brought

-clothes laid out like costumes.

It was the vampire.

Please, Goddess. Let her have a heart. Let this not be a trap.

‘Hi, Priscilla,’ I send back, keeping my face dull and defeated so Celeste won’t suspect. ‘I

need you. I need to get a message to my mate.’

‘You can’t,’ Priscilla answers immediately, fear threaded through her thoughts. ‘If they find out, I’m dead. The king already killed my whole family. There’s no one left for me.”

‘I can protect you,’ I insist. ‘Help me get word to my mate, and I’ll take you to our pack.

You won’t be trapped here anymore. We have an entire vampire coven on our land.’

I feel her shock like a gasp.

“What now?” Celeste snaps, whirling. “Did you hurt her? If the king thinks you marked h

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er, he’ll kill you.”

“No.” Priscilla says quickly, forcing a smile. “I thought I saw a bite from a rat. It isn’t.”

Celeste narrows her eyes anyway. “It better not be. That would be on you, stupid girl.”

She lifts a red dress, inspecting it like she’s selecting wrapping paper. “This will do. Tell

me, Queen-perfect for meeting your new king?”

“He isn’t my king,” I say flatly, “and he isn’t my mate. If you want him so badly, take him.”

Celeste’s mouth curls. “I’ve been loyal in every way he asks, and still he only talks about

you.” She gives a dramatic sigh. “The roleplay got boring after a while. But he’s very

talented in bed. You’ll have fun.”

“Why help him when he’s obviously using you?”

“Maybe I’m using him too.” She leans in, eyes bright with ugly ambition. “You have no

idea what kind of power you get by standing beside him.”

“I hope it’s worth the price.”

“Oh, it will be,” she says, smiling wider. “Watching you go through every filthy thing he

wants? That’ll be worth everything.”

“That sick fuck won’t touch me.”

“That’s what the others said,” Celeste replies, voice soft with satisfaction. She looks

around the cell like it’s proof. “And yet-I’m still here. And now you are too… my queen.”

Her laugh is thin and cruel as she reaches for the zipper on the hanger.

I shut my eyes and throw everything I have into Priscilla.

‘I need you. Please. There’s a necklace inside the mattress. You only have to get it out of

this room-nothing else. My mate will handle the rest. Please. I swear I’ll take you with

me.’

“Stand,” Celeste hisses, grabbing my arm and yanking. “Time to go upstairs. Your mate is

waiting.”

A growl rises out of me, raw and useless. She smirks like she enjoys it.

“Save that for later,” she murmurs.

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They force me into the dress. It fits like it was made for me-silk, tight, thin straps baring my shoulders. Then they clasp a large teardrop diamond necklace at my throat.

“A gift from the king,” Celeste says, as if that makes it holy.

Red stilettos are shoved onto my feet.

Celeste turns toward Priscilla. “You. Straighten this room. Make sure she left nothing

behind she can use. Guards-she’s ready.”

Priscilla nods without looking at me.

I glance once at the cot.

‘It’s on the side by the wall,’ I mind-link fast as the two guards clamp cuffs onto my wrists again-this time in front. ‘Please, Priscilla. You’re the only hope we’ve got.’

They shove me into the hallway, one on each side like I’m an animal on a leash. The corridor is dim and rotten, and all I can do is pray she listens.

At the end, an elevator waits-polished metal, pristine, absurdly new compared to the

decay behind me. We step in, and I try anyway.

‘Mystique, can you hear me? Wake up. Please. Reach Talon-just try.’

Nothing.

No stir. No answer.

I don’t know what they’ve been pumping into me, but my wolf is dormant-quiet, absent. I’m immune to wolfsbane, so what is strong enough to smother an Omni-Wolf?

The doors slide open.

Night shadows leak between tall curtains on the main floor. The space is grand-two stories high, arched ceiling, white walls edged in gold. Marble underfoot makes my heels.

sound like gunshots.

We stop at towering double doors. Another pair of guards opens them, and the smell of

food hits like a wave.

A wide round table dominates the room. Griffin is standing with a drink, and three others

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I identify them before anyone speaks: vampire, fae, and bear. My nose doesn’t lie.

All three turn toward me wearing hungry, thirsty smiles.

“Ah,” Griffin purrs, moving as if this is a celebration. “There she is. My beautiful mate.”

He steps closer, playing the proud host. “Gentlemen, meet Bridget-my future queen

and the Omni-Wolf.”

Then, to the guards: “Take those cuffs off. Look at her, isn’t she stunning?”

Approval murmurs around the table.

The metal falls away, and I rub my wrists where the weight had been biting.

“Bridget,” Griffin says, “these are our honored guests. Count Beauregard, ruler over the

lower realm of vampires.”

An older man with jet-black hair bows and lifts my hand to his mouth. His lips are ice

against my skin.

“An absolute pleasure,” he says.

“Fae Ruler Octavius,” Griffin continues.

A tall, lean male with red locs inclines his head. His long fingers slide around my hand

before he kisses it.

“And finally,” Griffin says, “Lord Fletcher of the bears of Ironwood Heights.”

The giant doesn’t bother standing. He nods once, still seated, and tears into a whole

roasted chicken like manners never existed. Grease shines on his fingers when he licks

them, grinning at me.

“It’s an honor,” Fletcher says through a mouthful, spitting crumbs and bits of meat onto

the table without caring. “Stories about you have been around for years. And now you’re

right here. Imagine being able to say we were present for this.”

Griffin claps his hands once. “Now that our guest of honor has arrived, let’s sit.”

He guides me by the small of my back, possessive and smug, toward the chair beside

his. His seat is oversized-kingly, made to remind everyone who he thinks he is.

I sit where he places me: Griffin at my right, then Octavius to my left, then Fletcher, then

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The feast looks like excess turned into a weapon-an entire boar sprawled in the center,

stuffed with apples and breading. Servants bring platters of sides, and someone fills our

glasses with red wine.

Griffin lifts his glass like he’s making a toast to the end of the world.

“I invited my trusted associates,” he says, “because it’s time we form our own round

table. Together, we become the dominant powers of this era.” His smile widens. “With

the blessing and bounty of the Omni-Wolf.”

His fingers close around my hand, squeezing like a claim.

“With Bridget as my mate, we rule. With you as allies, we crush the rest-wipe them out

or chain them. And the most important piece is the union between me and Bridget.”

I keep my eyes on my plate, mind racing, searching for any opening. These men are

sitting here acting like my life is already signed away.

Fletcher leans back, wine in hand. “So tell us, Queen Bridget-thrilled about your new

life?”

“I’m not letting any of this happen,” I say. “Not now. Not ever.”

Griffin’s knife scrapes against porcelain as he cuts into his meat, unbothered. “If you care

about your pack, you will.”

His voice stays calm, which is worse.

“If you refuse,” he continues, “my soldiers and our allies will storm your territory and kill everyone you’ve ever called yours.” He takes a bite, chews slowly. “And we’ll do it

slowly, until you accept that this is your life.”

He swallows, then smiles like he’s offering mercy.

“I’ll even make your pack land sovereign,” he says, “as long as you behave and follow my

rules. Your people live. That’s it. Simple.”

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