Finding the Elixir

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• The Rejected Omega's Redemption    The Wounds We Cannot See

  The low hum of the morning wind swept through the corridors of the Blackwood estate, carrying the scent of dew-soaked earth and the faint tang of blood. Eugene winced as he swung his legs over the side of the infirmary bed. His arm pulsed with a dull, stubborn pain that radiated from the angry dark wound just above his elbow — the price he had paid for fending off rogue wolves in the woods the night before.Even as the poison still lingered in his veins, the Alpha’s eyes burned with unspent rage. His breath came slow and measured, but each inhale was a struggle against the sharp ache knotted in his arm. Two male servants stood by his side, their faces pale with worry. One held out Eugene’s heavy black Alpha robe lined with silver embroidery, while the other adjusted the leather belt around his waist.“You shouldn’t be moving so soon, Alpha,” one of the servants dared to whisper, voice trembling.Eugene’s eyes flashed with cold steel. “I decide when I move,” he said flatly, shrugg

• The Rejected Omega's Redemption    The Echoes of Betrayal

  A chill hung in the grand hallway of the Blackwood estate, the morning sun spilling through the towering windows in pale streaks of gold that did nothing to warm the air thick with tension. Desmond’s boots echoed ominously on the polished marble floor as he paced, his dark brows knitted in thought. Ava lingered between them, eyes darting from face to face as though searching for an ally in the tense silence that followed the earlier chaos with Eugene. Her hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, belying the storm of fear swirling in her blue eyes.“Well,” Desmond broke the silence, his voice low and grave. “Now that Eugene’s fit of rage has passed and he’s stopped insisting Ava go with Max, we have something far more important to discuss.”Seraphina lifted her chin, emerald eyes narrowing. “You mean the rogues.”Jack stepped forward, his boots scraping against the stone floor. “Exactly. Last night, Alpha Eugene and Kaelyn were attacked by rogue wolves. But we’ve confirmed no

• The Rejected Omega's Redemption    The Seeds of Discord

  The late afternoon sun poured a honeyed glow across the mansion’s grand courtyard, lighting up the stone walls with warmth. Ava’s heels clicked on the polished floor of the west wing as she strolled beside Luna Seraphina. Ava’s eyes sparkled with mischievous triumph as she leaned close to her Luna.“You should have seen Becca’s face, Luna,” Ava said, her voice soft and giddy with malice. “She was pale as milk. I heard her telling Mira how Eugene called her Kaelyn last night. He was delirious, apparently, but you should have heard the crack in her voice when she said it.”Seraphina gave a low, musical laugh that echoed against the stone pillars. “So our stoic Becca was finally reminded she’s not so secure after all.”“Oh, it was delightful,” Ava continued eagerly, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. “I didn’t even have to do much—just a whisper here, a suggestion there. I told her Kaelyn has been casting those innocent eyes at Alpha Eugene, practically throwing herself at him.”Se

• The Rejected Omega's Redemption    Unraveled Threads

  The scent of antiseptic clung to the air, heavy and sharp, as Mira stepped into the infirmary. Max was already there, standing stiffly near the foot of the bed where Eugene lay propped up by too many pillows. Morning light streamed through the narrow windows, making the clean white sheets glow unnaturally bright.Every breath still burned in his chest, though the fever’s grip had loosened.Max crossed his arms, expression stormy. “You look like hell, Eugene.”I let out a rough chuckle that turned into a cough. “Yeah? You should see the other guy.”He didn’t laugh. His eyes flicked over the dark veins still visible beneath Eugene’s skin, reminders of the poison the rogues had laced their fangs with. Eugene shifted uncomfortably, feeling the pain simmering just beneath the surface.“Those rogues,” he said, forcing his voice steady. “The ones who ambushed Kaelyn and me last night. It wasn’t random.”Max leaned in, his eyes sharp and calculating. “What makes you so sure?”“They knew

• The Rejected Omega's Redemption    Warning in the Morning Light

  Becca stepped into the courtyard outside the infirmary, the morning sun just peeking above the treetops, spilling pale gold across the clearing. She stood there for a moment, the cool air nipping at her cheeks, letting it seep into her lungs like a balm. But even the freshness of morning couldn’t clear the heaviness lodged in her chest. Why does it hurt so much? she wondered, wrapping her arms tight around herself. Why do I care what he said in his fever?“Becca?”She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her name. Mira was jogging toward her from the direction of the pack house, her braid bouncing against her back. Mira’s eyes, usually so lively, grew instantly worried when they landed on Becca’s pale face and trembling hands.“Becca,” Mira repeated softly, stopping in front of her. “What happened? You look like you’ve been up all night.”“I was,” Becca admitted with a strained laugh. “Eugene was worse than we thought. The fever… it nearly took him. I had to watch him, m

• The Rejected Omega's Redemption    The Morning After

  Becca’s eyes fluttered open to the muted gray light of dawn streaming through the thin infirmary curtains. The world around her was eerily quiet except for the gentle rise and fall of Eugene’s chest. For a moment, she was disoriented, until the cool wooden arm of the infirmary chair beneath her reminded her she hadn’t left his side all night.She shifted slightly, feeling the cramp in her back from sleeping hunched over, and noticed that her hand was still firmly intertwined with his. His fingers, long and roughened by countless battles, were slack but warm against hers. She stared at them, unable to bring herself to pull away.The bruised dark hue that had spread beneath his skin during the night was gone; the poison’s angry tendrils had receded, leaving only a few faint traces of irritation. His breathing was deep and steady. Relief flooded through her, but it was quickly followed by the memory of his delirious murmurs—words that had sliced her like a knife.“Kaelyn… don’t go…”