The Unwanted Omega: Claimed by the Shadow Alpha Chapter 09

The Unwanted Omega: Claimed by the Shadow Alpha Chapter 09

Axel POV: 

“I’m going to kill her,” Ryker said. 

He stood up. His eyes were bleeding into full crimson -the sign of an Alpha losing control to his beast. His claws extended, tearing through the expensive leather 

of the sofa. 

“Ryker, wait,” I said, grabbing his arm. “If you kill her now, we go to prison. The Council… the laws…” 

“I am the Law!” Ryker roared, throwing me across the 

room. I hit the wall hard, sliding down. “She stole my 

sister! She stole six years of my life!” 

“And whose fault is that?” I shouted back, wiping 

blood from my lip. “Who brought her home? Who told 

Ember to shut up every time she tried to warn us? You 

did! You’re the Alpha!” 

Ryker froze. He looked at me with wild eyes. 

“And you,” he snarled, stepping toward me., “You are 

the doctor. You treated Willow every week. You said 

she was fragile. You said her wolf was weak. She 

doesn’t even have a wolf, Axel! She’s human! How did 

you not know? How incompetent are you?” 

His words were daggers. He was right. I had been 

arrogant. I had let my bias blind my science. 

“We both did this,” I whispered. 

Ryker let out a howl of anguish that shook the 

chandelier. He turned and stormed out of the house, 

into the snow. 

I scrambled up and followed him. “Where are you 

going?” 

“To find Ember,” he said, marching toward the garage. 

“You can’t!” I grabbed his car door. “Professor Vance 

said it’s a closed facility. If we try to breach it, the 

government will view it as an act of war. We could get 

Ember killed if we expose her location to our enemies!” 

Ryker slammed his fist into the hood of the car, denting the steel. 

“So we do nothing?” he cried. “We just sit here?” 

“We need to confirm everything,” I said, my doctor’s brain trying to take over the panic. “We need to be 

sure.” 

I got into my own car. “Stay here. Guard the house. 

Don’t let Willow leave.” 

I didn’t drive aimlessly. I went straight to the clinic. I 

pulled Willow’s file–the real one, not the one I kept on the public server. I ran a cross–reference on her blood 

work, looking for the specific chemical markers of 

Wolfsbane masking agents. I had ignored the 

anomalies before, attributing them to her ‘rare 

condition.‘ Now, I saw them for what they were. 

Then, I opened the family tracking app. The one we 

installed on everyone’s phone for ‘safety.‘ Willow 

thought she had disabled hers, but as the account 

admin, I could see the backup GPS ping. 

She wasn’t in her room. 

She was in the old district. 

I drove into the night. The snow was falling heavily 

now, covering the world in white. Just like the night 

our parents died. 

I drove to the location. It was the crumbling brick 

building of the orphanage where we found Willow. 

I parked down the block and killed the lights. 

A taxi was idling. Willow stood by the side gate, 

huddled in a coat I recognized–it was one of Ember’s old ones, stolen from the donation pile. 

A woman stepped out of the shadows to meet her. It 

was the Director–the woman who had sworn Willow 

was the savior’s daughter. 

I rolled down my window just a crack. My Beta 

hearing strained against the wind.