I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 108: CP: The Job Of Mending Heart

Her three mates — powerful males with wings folded tight against their backs — fell in silently behind her. Alex glanced at his own mates; Naga gave a single nod, Leo’s golden eyes sharp with readiness, Zale’s hand brushing Alex’s lower back in quiet support. Granite stayed with the snakelings, massive arms already forming a protective wall around the carriers.

They walked along swaying walkways of woven branch and feather until they reached a sheltered stone cave set deep into the mountainside. The entrance was narrow, carved by wind and talon over centuries. Inside, the air was cooler, quieter, lit only by a single shaft of sunlight from a crack high above.

The first thing Alex noticed was the young eagleman crouched in the far corner.

He looked like he’s just stepped on his adulthood, he looked smaller— shoulders hunched, massive black wings draped loosely on the stone floor like discarded cloaks. His hair was striking: half jet black, half pure white, falling in uneven strands across his face. His eyes — dull silver-grey — stared at nothing. There was no light in them, no spark, only a heavy, aching emptiness.

Vega stopped a respectful distance away.

"He’s my hatchling," she said quietly. "Skye. From my first mate."

Alex’s chest tightened. "What happened to him?"

Vega exhaled, the sound heavy with a mother’s helplessness. "A few weeks ago he fell in love with someone from a ground-dweller tribe — a female fox with her mates who came to barter feathers for herbs. He courted her properly, brought her gifts, even flew her to the best hunting grounds. She rejected him brutally. Told him a sky-dweller could never understand a ground-dweller’s heart, that his wings made him arrogant and useless on the earth. She left the next morning. He’s been like this ever since. Won’t eat properly. Won’t fly. Won’t speak more than three words a day."

Skye didn’t look up at the sound of his mother’s voice. He simply stayed curled in on himself, wings twitching once like they wanted to move but had forgotten how.

[Oh,] System said softly in Alex’s mind. [It seems to be a heart-mending job for you, Host.] 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Alex stood there in the dim light of the cave, the weight of five divine stones pressed against his chest and the weight of a mother’s grief pressing against his heart.

Vega, the most powerful creature on this mountain, looked at him with eyes that held no expectation—only the exhausted hope of someone who had tried everything and run out of options.

"I don’t know if you can help," she said quietly, her melodic voice stripped of its earlier authority. "I don’t know if anyone can. But you’ve seen more than most. Lived through things that would break others. And you carry..." She gestured vaguely at his family, at the six snakelings now being carefully guarded by Granite near the cave entrance. "You carry something worth protecting so..."

[EMOTIONAL SUPPORT QUEST UNLOCKED: "The Broken Wings"]

[Objective: Help Skye heal from heartbreak]

[Timeframe: Unknown (emotional wounds take time)]

[Reward: Air Stone (maybe upon success)]

[Note: This is not a battle you can fight with weapons, Host. This is a battle of the heart.]

Alex looked at Skye again.

The young eagleman hadn’t moved since they entered. Those black-and-white wings lay limp on the stone floor like they belonged to someone else entirely. His hair—that striking half-black, half-white cascade—hid most of his face, but Alex could see the dull silver of his eyes, staring at nothing, seeing everything that had hurt him.

He’d been there. Not exactly like this, but close enough.

The weeks after his parents died, before he’d buried himself in textbooks and exams and the relentless pursuit of normalcy. The hollow feeling that nothing would ever matter again. The way the world went grey and distant, like watching your own life through fogged glass.

"I need to talk to him alone," Alex said quietly.

Vega’s eyes widened slightly. "He doesn’t like my or any of the tribe members presence in the cave. "

"I know." Alex met her gaze steadily. "That’s why it has to be someone who isn’t you. Someone who doesn’t remind him of before. Someone who’s been where he is."

Naga moved closer, his coils shifting with barely-contained protectiveness. "Alex—"

"I’ll be fine," Alex said, reaching up to touch Naga’s face. "He’s not dangerous. He’s just broken."

Leo’s golden eyes tracked to Skye, assessing. "If he so much as twitches wrong—"

"You’ll be right outside," Alex finished. "I know. All of you will. But you need to let me do this alone."

The silence stretched.

Then Zale nodded slowly. "He’s right. Some wounds only heal when no one’s watching."

Vega’s mates looked uncertain, but the chief herself stepped back, gesturing for everyone to move toward the cave entrance.

"We’ll be within call," she said. "Take whatever time you need."

One by one, they filed out—Naga last, his eyes meeting Alex’s with a look that said I trust you but I’m also absolutely going to murder anyone who hurts you.

The cave entrance sealed behind them with a soft rustle of wings, leaving Alex alone with Skye.

The young eagleman hadn’t acknowledged his presence. Still staring at nothing. Still lost somewhere far away.

Alex didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he settled onto the stone floor about ten feet away—close enough to be present, far enough not to crowd. He pulled River from his carrier and let the smallest snakeling coil in his lap, those ocean-blue eyes blinking sleepily at the new surroundings.

For a long moment, there was only silence.

Then Alex spoke, his voice soft and unhurried.

"I’m not going to tell you I understand exactly how you feel," he said. "Because I don’t. Every heartbreak is different. Every wound heals at its own pace, or doesn’t, or scars over in ways you don’t expect."

River flicked his tongue at a dust mote floating in the sunbeam.

"But I do know what it’s like to have someone make you feel like you’re not enough. Like something fundamental about you is wrong, or broken, or unworthy of love."

A tiny shift in Skye’s posture. Barely noticeable, but there.

"In my world—the world I came from—I wasn’t supposed to exist the way I do here," Alex continued. "I was just... ordinary. A student. Someone who studied too hard and didn’t have enough friends and definitely never imagined I’d end up pregnant with six snakelings and mated to three apex predators."

River chirped softly, as if agreeing.