THE REJECTED OMEGA: Claimed By The Hellhound King

Rian’s POV After crying my eyes out in Madam Sera’s room, she cooked for me and brought me food. Lylah didn’t leave my side we cried together. “I’m so sorry you were treated this way. Nobody deserves this,” she whispered, hugging me tightly. “I’ll be fine. Thank you for everything,” I murmured, and she nodded, gently patting my hair. I fell asleep afterward. The past few days have been unbearable. The torture has only worsened. The Alpha appointed his childhood sweetheart as Luna, driving the pain deeper into my heart and turning me into a joke to everyone else. I was on my way to the kitchen for work, as usual, when two pack warriors grabbed me and dragged me away. “Let me go! I didn’t do anything!” I screamed, struggling as their claws sank into my skin. One of them struck me with a silver belt, the searing pain weakening me instantly. I winced, helpless, as they dragged me toward the pack court. On the w

Rian’s POV I got back to the room, and Mira sprang up the moment I stepped in, her eyes red and puffy. She’d clearly been crying. “Rian, are you okay?” she asked, rushing toward me and wrapping her arms around me tightly, like she was afraid I might vanish. “I’m fine, Mira,” I murmured, though the words shook in my throat. I didn’t feel fine. Not at all. But how could I tell her that? She pulled back and stared at me like she was trying to find cracks in my skin. “You survived…” she breathed, tears forming again. “I thought you were dead. I thought he ” Her voice broke, and she pulled me into another hug. “I was so scared,” she whispered. “No one survives the King’s rut. No one.” I stiffened, her words sinking in. I had survived something meant to destroy me. That thought alone made my stomach churn. “I don’t know how,” I whispered. “But I’m still here.” “This is unbelievable,” she said, pulling back, her face pale but soften

Darius POV I carried her to my chamber, her trembling body cradled against my chest. Each step I took was quick, purposeful, but careful too aware of every flinch, every broken breath she took. The sight of her earlier, bound and whipped, had stirred something dark and primal inside me. A gnawing pain. A fury I could no longer suppress. She didn’t deserve this. Not her. I laid her gently on the bed, her body limp but still conscious, and mindlinked Elira immediately. “Come to my chamber. Now.” My voice was rough, cracking with frustration and simmering rage. She arrived moments later, her healer’s satchel slung over her shoulder, filled with herbs and glistening vials. She bowed quickly. “Your Grace.” Without another word, she moved to Rian’s side, kneeling beside the bed. Her fingers were already working, assessing the wounds. “She was whipped,” I said flatly, jaw clenched. “Across her back.” Elira nodded grimly, her hands hovering over Rian’

Rian’s POV A groan slipped past my lips as blinding sunlight spilled into the room, striking my face with unforgiving warmth. I blinked against the harsh rays, my body stiff and sore, every muscle aching like I’d been run over by a car. But the worst of it by far was the harsh sting on my back. It throbbed with every breath, sharp and angry beneath the bandages Elira had wrapped around me last night. The pain was a cruel reminder of everything that had happened. I shifted gingerly, sitting upright with a wince, and everything that happened last night with Darius came rushing back **LAST NIGHT** He stared at me in confusion his face unreadable. “Rejection?” he had asked, his voice low and unreadable. I nodded slowly, not bothering to hide the tremble in my limbs. “You hate me,” I had said, my voice breaking. “And I’m ready to be rejected again. It’s not the first time.” The silence that followed was thick and suffocating until he growled. A low, thr

Rian’s POV I was sitting on the edge of the window bench, watching a pair of sparrows chase each other between the trees when I heard the soft knock. “Come in,” I called, expecting one of the silent castle servants. But it was Mira. Her dark curls were pulled into a neat bun, and she wore a modest but well-fitted maid’s uniform, the royal crest stitched just above her heart. “Mira?” I stood, surprised. “What are you—?” She smiled wide, her eyes shimmering. “Don’t get all soft on me now,” she teased. “I’ve been reassigned.” “Reassigned?” “To you.” The words didn’t register at first. I blinked, stunned. “I’m your maid now,” she said gently, stepping further into the room. “Your personal one.” I didn’t know what to say. Warmth rose to my throat, along with a pressure behind my eyes I tried to blink away. “But… why?” She shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, even though I knew it was. “Avery pulled some strings. Said someone trustworthy should be by your side. Som