The Rising Of The Omega

Chapter 5: The Rise of Elysia

Elysia POV

"I never thought I’d lay eyes on you again."

Draven stood at the edge of the crowd, his piercing gaze fixed on me. My heart gave a quick jolt, but not because of love or longing. It was the thrill of knowing I had rebuilt myself into someone untouchable, someone who was completely out of his league.

"You must have plenty on your mind," I said in a cold, sharp tone, my words dripping with scorn. The man I saw now was nothing like the one I once adored. The boy I had cherished was gone, replaced by a bitter shell filled with envy and regret.

The room around us buzzed with energy, a mix of awe and curiosity, as I stood confidently at the podium. This event was no ordinary gathering; it was a summit of the world’s most brilliant and influential people. And I wasn’t just another attendee—I was a featured speaker, someone they admired and respected.

I had risen from the ashes of my past, using every painful memory and betrayal as fuel to become stronger. The woman Draven had cast aside was gone. In her place stood someone feared, revered, and impossible to ignore.

And there he was—Draven—the man who once tore my world apart, now staring at me in disbelief. He couldn’t hide his shock. He never expected me to climb this high, to become someone he couldn’t manipulate or control.

I could feel his jealousy filling the room, thick and heavy like smoke. He was a man who thrived on power and control, someone who thought his charm and authority were unshakable. But now, the tables had turned. My name held more weight than his. My work inspired change and saved lives, while his influence seemed to wither in my shadow.

Beside me stood Aurelius, a true friend and a constant source of strength. He had been my rock through the stormy seas of my life, always there to remind me of my worth. His quiet confidence was my anchor, and I had grown to trust him more deeply than anyone else.

Draven’s pride, however, couldn’t handle Aurelius’s presence. I saw the bitterness in his eyes as he glared at him, unable to hide the jealousy bubbling under the surface.

"Is this what you’ve become?" Draven sneered, his voice full of venom. "Hiding behind this... this puppet who dances to your tune?"

Aurelius stayed calm, his face unreadable. He had dealt with Draven’s petty attacks before and knew better than to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Still, I could feel the tension in the air as his hands curled into fists, ready to defend me if needed.

"Enough," I said firmly, lifting a hand to silence them both. The crowd immediately hushed, all eyes turning to me. This was my moment. I had earned their respect, their admiration, and I wasn’t about to let Draven take that away from me.

Without thinking, I turned toward him and slapped him across the face. The sound echoed through the room, leaving no doubt about my authority.

"Leave," I said, my voice sharp and unyielding. "You don’t belong here. You’re nothing more than a ghost from a past I’ve left behind."

The room buzzed with whispers, the weight of my words settling over everyone like a heavy blanket. Draven stood frozen, his face a mixture of shock and humiliation. He had no response, no comeback for the power I had just displayed.

"Go," I said again, my tone as cold as ice. "You lost your place in my life a long time ago, and there’s no coming back."

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He looked broken, like a man who had finally realized just how far he had fallen.

I turned on my heel, walking away without a second glance. My head was held high, my steps purposeful. For that brief moment, the world felt like it was mine to command. But as I moved through the crowd, the weight of something darker pressed against my mind.

Back in my hotel room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. My chest felt tight, my breath uneven.

Elion.

My son.

The thought gripped me like a vice. I grabbed my phone, dialing with trembling fingers.

"Where is he?" I asked as soon as the call connected, my voice shaking with barely contained panic. "Where’s Elion?"

There was a pause on the other end, a silence that made my stomach churn.

"He’s gone," my assistant finally said, her voice filled with dread. "Elysia, he’s missing."

The world seemed to tilt beneath me, everything spinning out of control.

"How?" I demanded, my voice harder now. "What happened?"

"We don’t know. It’s like he vanished into thin air. No one saw a thing."

My mind raced, piecing together fragments of information. One name came to the forefront of my thoughts: Draven.

Could he have done this? Would he dare to take my son?

But then another question slammed into my mind like a freight train—how would he even know I had a child? I had kept my pregnancy and Elion’s existence hidden from him and his pack.

Doubt crept in, battling with my instincts. Could it be someone else? Could there be another enemy I hadn’t considered?

"Draven," I whispered under my breath, my teeth grinding in fury. "If this is your doing, I promise you’ll regret it."

But deep down, the uncertainty gnawed at me. My logical mind screamed that something wasn’t adding up, but my heart refused to let go of the rage.

I dropped the phone, pacing the room with balled fists.

"I will find him," I vowed, my voice firm and unyielding. "And if you had anything to do with this, Draven, you won’t escape my wrath."

In that moment, I felt a fire ignite deep within me. Draven had once destroyed my life, but now I was the one holding the reins. If he had taken Elion, it would be the last mistake he ever made.

This wasn’t just about revenge anym

ore. This was about my son.

No one—no one—was going to stand in my way.