Page 73 of Redeeming His Omega Mate

I twisted, barely avoiding his bite, but his claws found their mark. They tore through my wounded side, ripping the flesh open even further. A deep, guttural growl of pain escaped me as fresh blood spilled onto the ground.

“Damian!” Tala cried out.

But she couldn’t do anything. None of them could. Not Kael’s men.Not mine. It was the law. No one interfered when an Alpha was challenged.

Through the haze of pain, I caught sight of her. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched Aria tightly, shielding our daughter’s eyes from the fight.

I had barely a second to recover before Kael lunged at me again. This time, I didn’t dodge. I countered his attack, slamming into him with full force. The impact sent him stumbling, and the moment he hit the ground, I was on him.

He snarled, his claws lashing out, aiming straight for the open wound he had already inflicted on me. But I was ready. I deflected his strike, knocking his paw aside before driving my own into his face. He growled, thrashing beneath me, but I didn’t let up. I sank my jaws around his throat and tore.

A whimper escaped him as his body jerked violently beneath me, his claws still scraping at my sides. I clamped down harder, cutting off his air, his fight, his life.

He started to go limp, and I eased up slightly, but he took advantage of that, shoving me off as he scrambled backward, trying to catch his breath. I didn’t give him the chance. As he retreated, I lunged, driving him back to the ground and clamping my jaws around his throat. He thrashed wildly, clawing at my sides, desperate to break free. Pain flared through me, but I didn’t let go. I held on, forcing him down, refusing to give him even a sliver of control. His struggles grew weaker, his movements sluggish, until finally, he went still.

Pulling away from Kael’s bloodied and battered form, I watched him. He barely moved, his breaths slow and shallow. The duel had been to the death, but he was already too weak to fight. Sparing him felt like the right choice. I shifted back to my human form and rose to my feet, my body marked with deep claw wounds and scratches. Every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through me.

Staggering, I turned to Tala and Aria, the reason I had fought, the reason I had endured. Tala stood, tears streaming down her face as she rushed toward me. But before she could reach me, her eyes widened in terror.

“Damian, behind you!” she screamed.

I spun just in time to see Kael, a blur of black fur and bared fangs, lunging at me, unwilling to accept defeat.

I dodged at the last second, his teeth snapping shut inches from my throat. I shifted in an instant, my wolf taking control. And the moment Kael’s body hit the ground, I struck.

This time, I didn’t hesitate. I drove my claws into his throat and tore through flesh. A single, broken whimper escaped him before silence fell, and he went still. Dead.

I rolled off him, collapsing onto the ground as I gasped for breath. Blood seeped from my wounds, and I knew they wouldn’t heal quickly because they had been inflicted by an Alpha.

Darkness crept at the edges of my vision, my eyelids growing heavy. I felt Tala beside me, wrapping her arms around my battered body.

“I thought I was going to lose you, Damian,” she choked out between tears.

With the little strength I had left, I lifted a hand to her cheek, brushing away the tears as I forced a faint smile.

Before the darkness consumed me, I saw Kael’s troops drop to one knee, their heads bowed in silent recognition, acknowledging me as their new Alpha.

Chapter 29

Damian

The next week was hectic. After winning the duel with Kael, I became Silver Fang’s Alpha. But I couldn’t lead two packs at once, so I made the decision to merge Silver Fang and Stonehart. The merger would give us territorial expansion, eliminate segregation, and bring other advantages that would strengthen us as a whole.

The ceremony was a mix of both Silver Fang and Stonehart traditions. I wanted the people to see that my leadership didn’t mean erasing their customs. Nothing had to change except the chain of command. They could continue their lives as they always had. Of course, adjustments were necessary to accommodate new members, especially the rogues. With Silver Fang’s superior weaponry, I made the pack the base for our protectors, which now included Ryker’s massive army after he agreed to the peace deal. His acceptance came with conditions like guaranteeing safety, shelter, and resources for his people because rogues weren’t just warriors. They had families. Women, children. And those were conditions I was more than willing to meet.

I knew not everyone would welcome the change right away. But if I could win over the Omegas, who had every reason to despise me, then I could win over Silver Fang’s people, too. I had to prove that I was a leader capable of handling two powerful packs with long histories. And that was exactly what I intended to do.

At the start of the ceremony, I followed Silver Fang’s council’s suggestion and took the Alpha’s oath on the Stone of Fang, the sacred relic of their first Alpha. It was tradition, a symbol of loyalty and protection, and a way to show the people that I wasn’t here as a conqueror but as their leader.

Once the oath was done, I stepped forward, facing the gathered crowd. “It’s an honor to learn Silver Fang’s traditions,” I began. “But while our packs have different terrains, different customs, and different histories, this merge is about forging something new, one pack, one people, under my leadership as Alpha.

“It’s important that we create history together and that we honor our past but also embrace a future where we are truly one. And that begins with a name for our pack.”

I paused, watching the crowd. Most seemed receptive, nodding along, though some remained wary. That was expected.

“Harmoniq Pack,” I announced. “A name that represents unity despite past conflicts. A name that signifies strength not through dominance but through mutual respect. This is my vision: for us to stand together and be stronger than one.”

Murmurs spread through the crowd, followed by approving nods. It was more acceptance than I had anticipated, but I wasn’t done yet.

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