The Unwanted Omega: Claimed by the Shadow Alpha Chapter 08
Axel POV:Â
I stood in the center of Ember’s empty room, theÂ
silence pressing against my eardrums.Â
Saturday evening in Norway.Â
I closed my eyes, forcing my mind back to thatÂ
moment. We were on the deck of the glass iglooÂ
hotel. Ryker was inside getting drinks. I was setting upÂ
the camera.Â
“Axel, look at the lights!” Willow had cried out.Â
She was holding my phone. She said she wanted toÂ
take a selfie with the aurora because her camera hadÂ
low battery.Â
I remembered seeing the screen light up. remembered her turning away, walking to the edge of the deck.Â
“Who is calling?” Lhad asked.Â
“Just spam,” she had said, tapping the screen. “I declined it.”Â
I opened my eyes. My hands were trembling so hard I could barely unlock my phone. I went to the call log.Â
Nothing.Â
I went to the ‘Deleted Calls‘ folder.Â
There it was.Â
Incoming Call: Home. Duration: 42 seconds.Â
She hadn’t declined it. She had answered it.Â
“Axel!” Ryker’s roar from downstairs shook the floorboards. It was the roar of a wounded animal.Â
I ran downstairs.Â
Ryker was in the living room. He had ripped open a cardboard box that was sitting on the coffee table. It was the package Derek had mentioned.Â
Photos were scattered everywhere. DocumentsÂ
covered the floor like confetti.Â
Ryker was holding a USB drive in one hand and aÂ
piece of paper in the other. His face was a mask of horror. He looked like he had aged ten years in tenÂ
minutes.Â
“What is it?” I asked, stepping over a photo of Willow…Â
smoking a cigarette behind the orphanage?Â
Ryker didn’t speak. He pointed to the TV. He hadÂ
plugged the laptop in.Â
On the screen was a video. It was grainy, securityÂ
footage from the airfield.Â
It showed Ember. She looked thin. Frail. She wasÂ
walking toward a jet with the logo of a silver sun.Â
“Do you know what that logo is?” Ryker whispered. HisÂ
voice was broken glass.Â
“Silver Dawn,” I said. “It’s a government researchÂ
project.”Â
“It’s a suicide mission,” Ryker choked out. “It’s theÂ
Deep Earth Bunker. They study the most volatile silverÂ
isotopes. The radiation… it kills wolves. Slowly. OverÂ
decades.”Â
“No,” I shook my head. “She’s a healer. She wouldn’t.”Â
“She did,” Ryker sobbed. A tear, hot and heavy, rolledÂ
down his cheek. “Look at who she is with.”Â
On the screen, Derek stood by the plane stairs. He took Ember’s hand. He looked at her like she was theÂ
most precious thing in the universe.Â
“She left with him,” Ryker said. “To die.”Â
“Why?” Lscreamed. “Why would she do that?”Â
Ryker threw the papers at me. They fluttered against my chest.Â
“Read them!” Ryker yelled. “Read, them, you idiot! Because we killed her! We drove our baby sister intoÂ
a radioactive tomb because of HER”Â
He pointed a shaking finger at the ceiling, towardÂ
Willow’s room.Â
I picked up a document. It was a DNA test.Â
Subject A: Willow ‘Blackwood‘. Subject B: ArthurÂ
Blackwood (Deceased).Â
Result: 0% Match.Â
I picked up another paper. A death certificate.Â
Name: Willow Thorne. Date of Death: August 12, 2019.Â
Cause: Congenital Heart Failure.Â
I couldn’t breathe. The room was spinning.Â
“It’s a lie,” I stammered, my mind rejecting the reality.Â
“Derek forged this. He’s trying to break us.”Â
Ryker didn’t look at me. He just handed me a small, crumpled receipt. “And did he forge this? Found in herÂ
trash can.”Â
I took it. It was an invoice from an undergroundÂ
apothecary.Â
Item: Wolfsbane Extract (Scent Masking Grade).Â
Qty: 12 vials.Â
My knees gave out. Wolfsbane. That explained the faint scent. That explained the ‘weak‘ vitals. I hadn’tÂ
been treating a sick wolf; I had been treating a humanÂ
masking her scent with poison.Â
“I’m a doctor,” I whispered, the realization crushing me. “And I missed it. I let her drug herself right under myÂ
nose.”Â
I looked at the TV screen again. The video was ending. Ember looked back at the camera. Her eyesÂ
were dry. There was no hate in them. Only a terrible,Â
empty peace.Â
Then she turned away and walked into the dark.

