Chapter 193: Hidden From The Light

Diana "So, is that why this place is black? Is that why everywhere smells like rotten meat and the black sludge is utterly disgusting?" I didn't ask you to come here. You're the one who came here by yourself." I waved him off. "Fine, whatever. Tell me about you," I said softly and gave him a smile. "I wasn't always an Omega," Mikhail began, his voice tinged with bitterness. "In truth, I was just a random werewolf. But I had a flaw—a deep-seated hatred that twisted everything." I listened intently, my heart heavy with the weight of his revelation. "You changed your memories?" I asked, trying to comprehend the implications of his words. He nodded, his eyes avoiding mine as if ashamed of his own admission. "Yes," he admitted reluctantly. "I hated everything—the pack, my father, even myself. So I reshaped my past, fabricated a narrative where I was special, where I held power over others." "Why?" I pressed gently, sensing the pain beneath his facade of bravado. "Because I wanted con