Todos os capítulos de The Rejected Omega: Claimed By Three Alphas: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Gerry and a few other pack warriors led their three visitors into the pack, leaving the rest of the warriors to guard the pack's border. Freya noticed that as they advanced into the pack, people were scurrying away into their homes, tightly shutting their door behind them. “After engineering numerous attacks and losing our loved ones to them, we informed the pack members to run into their homes whenever they see new faces in the pack. Anyone who passes through the border shouldn't be wrestled with, since he or she is likely to have fought and won against the pack warriors there.” Gerry informed, seeing how inquisitive the three teenagers looked. “That sounds like a nice strategy. Has it helped in reducing the number of deaths?” Neon questioned. “Usually, the pack loses 4 to 6 lives whenever the rogue visits. But now, we don't lose any and if we unfortunately do, it's not more than two.” Gerry responded, a hint of sadness in his tone. From the looks of it, he was the chief pack war

The first thing Freya saw when she opened her eyes ago was an old, but carefully maintained ceiling. The originally white ceiling had darkened to dark brown. She closed her eyes again before the scene of her being in Bloodstone Pack with Theophilus about to violate her, flashed into her head. Freya sat up immediately, only to be held down by someone. She reacted, prying the person's hand from her before raising her hand to hit whoever it was. “It's me.” Neon said. Freya paused and glanced beside her to see Neon. “Neon?” “I'm alive.” Neon smiled wryly. “What about Theophilus? Did he leave on his own, or did the Council send backup?” Freya questioned, glancing around her. Neon raised an inquisitive brow. “Don't you remember what happened?” Freya held her head and closed her eyes, trying to recall what happened after she heard someone complain of being woken from her sleep. However, she felt a terrible headache come on the harder she tried to remember. So she shook her head. “I

Out of 580 contestants who started on the first day, only 20 of them made it to the seventh day. Being sent to neighboring packs to subdue rogues had most of them heavily wounded and left with no choice than to withdraw from the tournament. Daya quietly watched the tournament. She was number 18 and as long as it sounded, it was closer than anyone thought as the fights were ending faster than expected. Six contestants had gone into the ring with four being knocked out and two winning. Despite being weakened, these werewolf hunters still possessed such an insane amount of brute strength. "They're strong." Daya turned when she heard the familiar voice, subconsciously taking a step backward in fear. This girl was the same height with Daya, they even had the same hairstyle. This was the real Marinette Hutchins. "I'm sorry." Daya apologized. "For what? Taking me to the witches should be the best thing that has ever happened to me in a very long time." Marinette chubkled, standing bes

“Congratulations to the ten of you for emerging as the winners of the combat tournament. You all did so great that the Council thought it only fitting that you get more than the usual price for winning.” Cleopatra said, her eyes dancing around the ten youngsters in her office. “Thank you, ma'am!” The ten of them said at once, their right hand moving towards their heart region in a salute. One of these ten people particularly stood out because of the bandage that was wrapped on her head and the numerous casts on her face and arm. “Because we use materials produced by humans, it's compulsory that we need to have their money with us at all times. So firstly, the Council decided to allocate gold and human money to all ten of you. Secondly, you'll all be going to the human's city for a few weeks.” Cleopatra reviewed, earning joyful gasps from most of them. She glanced towards a stone-faced Neon, then at Freya, who kept wincing at every turn. They didn't look surprised. That rude girl m

"What are you talking about?" Alarick mused, his eyes frantically glancing around him in search of something. "I know you made a deal with whoever injected that werewolf hunter with anabolic steroids. While it's a pity Alpha Knight killed him before we could get the name of the person who asked him to act how he did, you'll be following behind him if you dare to continue acting dumb." Neon threatened. "I told you I don't know what you're talking about. If anything happens to me, my colleagues at the front can identify you. Believe me when I say you'd be imprisoned by Cleopatra for hurting one of the Council guards!" Alarick scoffed, his confidence returning when he realized the privilege he had. Neon paused briefly, giving him the feeling she took his words to heart and was probably realizing the mess she had gotten herself into. "Hand over the dagger and leave." He huffed and took a step forward, his eyes glistening murderously. Neon stared at him for a moment. He might've sound