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The Vanishing Elixir

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-14 17:56:19

The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight across the tall windows, casting Seraphina and Desmond’s quarters into a murky gloom lit only by the flickering flames of the hearth.

The air was thick with frustration, and a storm of fury brewed in every breath spoken.

Seraphina paced across the carpeted floor in her emerald robe, her fingers twitching with irritation.

Her bare feet made no sound, but her presence crackled with tension.

Desmond sat angrily in a high-backed chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he rubbed his temples.

His jaw clenched tight with restrained rage.

"He defied us," Seraphina growled. "And Hadrian sided with him! Opened the bloody doors and made Eugene the hero. Again."

Desmond slammed his palm against the armrest, the sharp crack echoing in the silent room.

"Three wolves. Just three. And for that, he gets praised like he's the savior of the entire pack?" His voice dripped with disdain.

"It was a gamble," Seraphina said, turning around to face him.
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  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    Fight for a Territory

    The council chamber of Blackwood mansion was filled with tension practically bouncing off its walls.Alpha Desmond sat at the head of the table. His posture was relaxed, almost lazy, one arm draped over the armrest of his high-backed chair, his fingers idly tapping against carved wood. Around the table sat the highest-ranking wolves of the Blackwood Pack, maps lay unrolled before them, weighed down by daggers and polished stones marking borders, strongholds, and lands.Brian sat among them but he was silent.His broad shoulders were rigid, his jaw clenched as he listened to the conversation unfold. He had not spoken since the meeting began, and no one had asked him to. Desmond leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting as he traced a finger across the map.“Blackwood’s borders have grown stagnant,” he said smoothly. “We are surrounded by weaker packs clinging desperately to scraps of land they cannot defend.”One of the commanders nodded. “The Eastwatch wolves are already struggli

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    The Blade in the maid's hand

    Ava’s sharp gasp still lingered in the air, her hand frozen halfway toward Seraphina’s arm as if she could pull her away from danger by sheer instinct but she was too late.Seraphina’s hand moved with speed as it connected sharply with Lira’s cheek and sent her to the floor."You stupid trash" Seraphina thundered.The other maids huddled backward against the stone wall, trembling so violently their aprons fluttered. None of them had expected the Lira to stand her ground even after being slapped, but now she held a knife.It was a kitchen blade, the kind used to peel fruit, but in her shaking hand, fueled by fury and heartbreak, it felt like a weapon capable of starting a war.Seraphina stared at Lira with a steady calm that was almost frightening. “Put that down,” Ava said, dragging her voice out slowly like she was speaking to a cornered wild animal. “You do not want to make this worse.”“Worse?” Lira breathed, her voice cracking. “You both stand here calling for the death of innoc

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    The Corridor of Poisoned Words

    The Blackwood Mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon, its halls filled with soft light that streamed through tall arched windows. Soft footsteps echoed along the polished stone floors.Luna Seraphina walked with a measured grace, her gown trailing behind her like a whisper. Her hand rested on the gentle swell of her stomach, her pregnancy visible but not yet heavy enough to slow her stride. Beside her walked Ava with her sharp eyes staring down at servants passing through.Behind them followed four young maids, each carrying folded fabrics, polishing cloths, or small baskets filled with herbs and scented oils. Their heads were bowed, eyes downcast in respect and fear.Neither Seraphina nor Ava noticed the way the maids’ shoulders stiffened when their conversation began.Seraphina sighed heavily. “I truly cannot bear the growing arrogance of these resistance wolves. Every day, another group sneaks about the borders, whispering lies and stirring trouble.”Ava clicked her tongue.

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    Morning Reckoning

    The pale light of dawn crept through the narrow windows, painting the wooden beams in soft gold. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards as the wind shifted outside. Eugene stood near the hearth, his arms crossed, his cloak falling in neat folds around his shoulders when he returned.The firelight flickered across his sharp features, casting long shadows that made his stern expression even more formidable.A soft shuffle echoed through the front doorway and Eugene’s eyes narrowed. He had anticipated this moment of Max returning, hoping to slip in unnoticed, hoping to avoid the consequences of last night.Max froze mid-step when Eugene’s piercing gaze fell upon him. The silence stretched between them, taut with unspoken tension.“Where have you been?” Eugene demanded, his voice low but laced with authority.Max hesitated, his hand brushing against the doorframe as if to steady himself. “I… I—”“Do not ‘I’ or ‘I’ me me me me,” Eugene interrupted, steppin

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    Night of Strategy

    The night pressed heavily over the woods, a cloud of darkness broken only by the flickering light of torches. Wind swept through the trees, rattling the leaves and carrying the distant sound of restless animals.Eugene entered a meeting place quietly, his shoes muffled against the stone floor. His cloak was drawn tight over his shoulders, though he let it fall once he reached the large table. Three men were already there, leaning over a collection of maps, their faces tense in concentration.“I have summoned you tonight,” Eugene said, his voice low but commanding, “to determine the safest time for me to arrive at the resistance hideout. I must address the members, unify them, and ensure that our plans to strike against Desmond proceed without failure. Timing is everything and one misstep could doom us all.”Robin leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes, dark and wary, studied Eugene intently. “The hideout is well-hidden,” he said. “But even shadows

  • The Rejected Omega's Redemption    Under the wooden ceiling

    Max woke to the soft crackle of a dying lantern flame and the faint scent of lavender soap. His head throbbed like someone was striking a drum inside his skull, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell where he was or what time it was. The ceiling above him was wooden, low, and uneven, which was definitely not his room. The sheets under him were warm, soft, and smelled like something sweet, like someone’s perfume.He blinked, wincing as the room tilted, and only then did he notice a figure sitting beside the bed.Skye was perched on a small stool, her elbows resting on her knees, her hair falling over her shoulder in a loose brown wave. The dim light played across her face, softening her sharp cheekbones and highlighting the faint worry in her eyes.“You’re awake,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.Max jerked upright instantly, too fast. Pain shot through his ribs, and the world spun. Skye reached out quickly and pressed her hand against his chest.“Easy,” she murmured. “You took a beat

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