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Council of Fractures
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The Rejected Omega's Redemption Peaceful Evil
The long, echoing hallways of the Blackwood Pack mansion shimmered faintly with the glow of morning light filtering through the tall arched windows. The once-chaotic rhythm of the estate had slowed, subdued into an eerie calm. Luna Seraphina walked gracefully, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. Her posture was upright, commanding, and she wore an elegant midnight-blue velvet robe that dragged slightly behind her, the hem kissing the floor with each step.Ava walked a step behind, hands neatly clasped in front of her. The younger woman, ever faithful and eager to please, wore a softer expression, occasionally glancing at the Luna with admiration.Servants bowed and greeted the Luna as they passed. “Good morning, Luna Seraphina,” they said, their heads lowered, their eyes avoiding direct contact. Seraphina offered them a nod, but her lips curled upward into a satisfied smile. The corridors—once tainted by whispers, scandal, and Becca's constant interference—wer
The Rejected Omega's Redemption The Midnight Escape
Becca crept quietly up the stairs to Mira's room, her mind racing as she thought over what had just happened in the garden. Eugene was downstairs in a chamber left for her to use however, weakened and poisoned, and she had to act quickly if she was to save him. He could still die if she didn't properly treat him.The stakes were higher than ever, and Becca knew there was no turning back now. She had to save Eugene, but she also couldn't forget the people she was meant to help. The lives of everyone in the Vargus pack were on the line, and she felt the weight of the responsibility settling heavily on her shoulders.When she reached Mira’s room, Becca gently pushed the door open, careful not to make a sound. She found Mira sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide and alert despite the late hour. The dim light from a lantern flickered softly in the corner of the room, casting shadows on the walls.“Mira,” Becca whispered, her voice hushed as she stepped inside.Mira looked up,
The Rejected Omega's Redemption Caught in the Garden
The garden shimmered under the silver hue of the moonlight, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. Becca knelt beside Eugene's unconscious form, panic tightening in her chest as she touched his forehead—clammy and warm. His breaths were shallow and erratic which only meant that his life was in danger and she needed to do something as soon as possible to stop it.“This is bad,” she whispered, her hands shaking as she examined the slight green hue crawling up his neck. “The poison is moving fast.”She glanced toward the main mansion. She couldn’t carry him on her own. He was too heavy, too broad—and if anyone saw him, they would alert the entire Vargus pack. He would be killed before he could open his eyes.This was beginning to turn into something that she hadn't planned for.She had to move. Fast.For now, she needed to hide him so as to prevent anyone from seeing him and causing her plan to shatter before it even began.Becca gritted her teeth and, with a grunt, tried t
The Rejected Omega's Redemption Whispers in the Garden
The moon sat high and heavy in the dark sky, its silver light filling the Vargus pack like an ancient, watchful eye. The sharp chill of night crept into the bones of the stone buildings, but the inside of the fortress pulsed with the warmth of fire and the dim golden flicker of lanterns. The day had been long and taxing and Becca had been si busy she barely had time to rest.Patients had come into the infirmary in waves, their symptoms varying but all urgent. Becca had hardly had time to breathe and it was beginning to take its toll on her body.Now, the clatter of shoes echoed in the hallways as Becca and Mira made their way toward their chamber. Two Vargus guard wolves walked closely behind, their stoic expressions giving away nothing.Mira, ever talkative and constantly working her thoughts out loud, broke the silence."So tomorrow, I was thinking we start with the older ones," she said, her voice low, but brisk. "Especially the boy who’s showing signs of fever again. He’s not
The Rejected Omega's Redemption Council of Fractures
The marble floors of the Blackwood Council Hall echoed with the tapping of shoes as Councilor Margot made her way toward the long, semi-circular table that overlooked the heart of the hall. The towering stained-glass windows behind her cast sunlit patterns across the polished floor.Each step she took seemed to awaken the dormant tension that had been coiling in the air for days.She sat with a silent exhale, smoothing the creases of her dark robes with meticulous precision. From the opposite door, Councilor Hadrian entered, his footsteps deliberate, calm, a stark contrast to the storm swirling in his aging gray eyes. The weight of his years in service sat heavily on his shoulders, each wrinkle etched with decisions that had kept their pack from crumbling. He nodded to Margot, then lowered himself onto the seat across from her.“We can’t ignore what the Vargus pack has done any longer,” Hadrian said, his voice sharp and clipped, like the crack of a whip. “Their intrusion into our
The Rejected Omega's Redemption Bound by Blood
The air inside the Vargus pack infirmary was heavy with the scent of crushed herbs and the soft, rhythmic hum of lanternflies flickering outside the high arched windows. The stone walls, smooth and warm from the afternoon sun, seemed to breathe with the silence that enveloped the room. Only the occasional groan of wind brushing past the ridges surrounding the stronghold broke the stillness. It was quiet—too quiet for Becca’s thoughts.She sat by a narrow cot, its frame creaking slightly whenever she shifted her weight. A young boy lay there, no older than six, curled up under a thick wool blanket that had long lost its softness. His forehead glistened with fevered sweat, his cheeks flushed an unnatural red. His breathing came in shallow bursts, and every small sound he made tugged at her healer’s instincts. The fever had barely responded to the medicine she had administered an hour ago, and time was slipping through her fingers.A bowl of warm water sat beside her, and she dipp
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