Alpha's Omega War Goddess Wife

Chapter 16: Awakening and Interrogation

Consciousness felt like sinking and surfacing in a dark, icy abyss, wrapped in boundless darkness and exhaustion. After an unknown time, a faint sliver of light and muffled sounds pierced through the heavy barrier, like pebbles dropped into the deep sea, finally reaching Lyra's muddled senses.

She struggled to lift eyelids that felt heavy as lead. The familiar ceiling of the simple room came into view, and then… Ella's face, awash with relieved tears and overwhelming joy.

"'Lyra! You're awake! You're finally awake!'" Ella choked out, rushing to the bedside. She carefully took Lyra's hand, afraid of breaking this fragile doll. "'Moon Goddess be praised! You've been unconscious for two days! You scared me half to death…'"

Unconscious… for two days?

Lyra blinked her dry eyes; her head throbbed with a dull, splitting pain, as if struck by a blunt object. She tried to move, but a profound weakness and soreness permeated her limbs, as if she'd been completely hollowed out, lacking the strength even to lift a finger.

What happened?

Hazy, chaotic, yet incredibly vivid and bloody fragments flooded her mind— the piercing alarm, the chaotic laundry room, the savage Rogues, Ella's terrified scream, Selena's selfish back, and… the uncontrollable, world-shattering rage and roar from her own chest!

Then… what happened then? Did I… rush out? Did I… do something? Scattered images filled with power and speed flashed past, accompanied by the sound of cracking bone and enemies' terrified faces… Lyra shuddered violently, not daring to think further. That feeling was too alien, too terrifying, not like her at all!

"'Ella,'" she tried to speak, her voice dry and painfully raspy. "'Before… before I passed out… what happened? The Rogues…'"

Ella's eyes flickered, a shadow of lingering fear—and perhaps disbelief?—crossing her face. "'Lyra, you… back then… you suddenly became very…'" Ella seemed to struggle for words, unsure how to describe it. "'Anyway… you knocked down all the Rogues who rushed in! And then… then you just collapsed, and you've been unconscious until now…'"

Knocked them down? Me? Lyra's heart pounded heavily. Shock and uncertainty tangled within her. How was that possible? She was just a completely powerless Omega! Could it be… that strange power from the amulet? Did it… control me?

But what is that power? Why did it suddenly appear? Why can't I feel it now? Countless questions swirled in her mind, making her already aching head throb even more. She wanted to ask Ella for more details, but Ella was clearly still terrified and could only offer vague statements about Lyra being "amazing" before collapsing.

Just as Lyra struggled to sit up, trying to clear her thoughts, the door creaked open without warning, pushed from the outside.

An icy aura, heavy with immense pressure, instantly flooded the room, causing the already cool temperature to plummet!

Lyra and Ella both froze, turning towards the door.

Alpha Rex stood there like a king of darkness, his face expressionless. He still wore the black attire, his posture imposing, but his eyes seemed deeper, sharper than when she saw him in the great hall, as if capable of piercing straight through to one's soul.

"'Alpha…'" Ella gasped, instinctively moving to kneel.

"'Out.'" Rex didn't even glance at Ella, the single word uttered with cold finality.

The command, though quiet, carried unquestionable authority and chill. Ella flinched, cast a worried look at Lyra, but didn't dare disobey. Head bowed, she scurried out, pulling the door gently shut behind her.

Instantly, the room held only Lyra and Rex. And… the suffocating pressure of his Alpha presence, thick enough to solidify the air.

Lyra found it hard to breathe, her heart battering her ribs—the innate Omega fear of a prime Alpha. She instinctively wanted to shrink back into the thin blankets, to hide from the probing gaze fixed upon her.

Rex didn't speak immediately, nor did he approach. He simply stood a few steps from the bed, observing her like examining a newly unearthed artifact, full of unknowns and questions, assessing the weak, pale Omega on the bed. His deep gaze churned with complex emotions—lingering shock he hadn't fully processed, probing inquiry, a hidden displeasure at the disruption of order, and also a thread of… curiosity so fine he barely recognized it himself.

This Omega… what was her story?

After what felt like an eternity, Rex finally spoke again, his voice low and cold as a frozen river: "'You were unconscious for two days.'"

It wasn't a question, but a statement, carrying an unspoken pressure, as if reminding Lyra she'd wasted time, or owed an explanation.

Lyra nervously clenched the bedding beneath her, knuckles white, head bowed, not daring to meet his eyes.

"'Tell me,' Rex's voice held no inflection, yet carried that irresistible oppressive force. He slowly paced closer to the bed, looming over her. 'What exactly happened in the laundry room during the Rogue attack?'"

Here it comes! He really came about that! Lyra's heart leaped into her throat. How should she answer? Tell him she'd suddenly burst with mysterious power and slaughtered several Rogues like cutting weeds? Setting aside the fact she couldn't explain the power herself, revealing such uncontrollable, potentially 'heretical' power to an Alpha who despised Omegas and prized control above all else... what would the consequences be? She had no doubt this male before her would unhesitatingly eliminate any 'anomaly' that threatened his rule or exceeded his control!

No! Absolutely cannot tell the truth! Not now! Not until she understood what was happening to her, not until she could protect herself. This secret had to remain hidden!

An intense will to survive momentarily suppressed her fear. Lyra's mind raced under the Alpha's crushing pressure. She had to lie! And it had to be a lie consistent with her 'weak Omega' status, yet somehow explain the situation!

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look up, making sure her eyes showed only fear and confusion (which wasn't hard, given her genuine state), her voice trembling with remembered terror and genuine weakness. "'R-reporting to the Alpha… I… I don't remember…'"

Her body cooperated with a slight tremble, her eyes conveniently welling up. "'It… it was too horrible… The Rogues rushed in… so much blood… I… I was terrified… I just remember screaming… then… then maybe some noise… like… like our warriors arrived? I… my vision went black, and I don't know anything after that…'" She attributed everything to extreme fear and fainting at a convenient moment, implying Pack warriors had dealt with the Rogues – the only seemingly logical explanation.

Rex listened to her account, his face expressionless, his deep eyes unreadable, giving no hint whether he believed her or not. He merely continued to stare down at her, his gaze intense and piercing, as if trying to see straight into her soul. Lyra felt stripped bare again, judged, every nerve stretched taut, her back drenched in cold sweat.

Just when she felt she couldn't bear the scrutiny a second longer, certain he would press further or call her bluff, Rex slowly withdrew his piercing gaze.

He didn't ask anything else, nor did he affirm or deny her story.

He simply gave her one last, long, meaningful look—a look that seemed to say, 'I know you're lying, but I won't bother exposing you now,' or perhaps, 'I will find out the truth.'

Then, he turned towards the door. Just as he reached it, he paused slightly, tossing a final sentence over his shoulder without looking back. His voice was still cold, but held a strange, ambiguous inflection:

"'Rest well, Omega.'"

He deliberately stressed the words 'Rest well,' as if hinting at something more.

Then he strode out, the door closing softly behind him, shutting off his suffocating presence.

Lyra let out a huge sigh of relief, collapsing back onto the bed, gasping for air, her heart still racing wildly.

That was too close!

Did… did he believe me? No, he definitely didn't believe all of it. Lyra read the doubt and inquiry in his final look. But at least… he hadn't pressed the issue for now. Her secret was safe, for the moment.

But what did he mean by that final 'Rest well'? Was it just literal? Or… did it hold some hidden meaning?

Lyra's relief was mingled with… a deeper unease and wariness about the future. She knew, from this moment on, she was marked by this powerful, unfathomable Alpha. Her situation was even more perilous than before.

She had to figure out the secret within her, find a way to control that power, and fast! Otherwise, next time, her luck might run out.