All Chapters of Mated To The Rejected Omega : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Elena’s povThe cold, damp air of the dungeon clung to my skin, a stark contrast to the anger and fear boiling within me. Oliver, his face grim, stood beside me, his large frame radiating a controlled anger. Lucas was a step behind, his eyes scanning the shadows. Before us, curled into a miserable ball on the cold stone floor, was Beauty.When she saw me, her head snapped up. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were red-rimmed and swollen. A pathetic sob escaped her lips. "Elena... I'm so sorry. I... I messed everything up."My fists clenched. Sorry wasn't going to cut it. Not this time. Not after everything. The pain of her betrayal, fresh and raw, surged through me. Even though I suspected her initially, something in me partially hoped she proved me wrong.I had prayed that I would come back from the elves’ town and hear that nothing happened but my heart sunk when Oliver had broken the news to me. That Beauty had indeed leaked the secret I told her. "Sorry?" I spat the word

Third person povThe dungeon felt tense and morbid as Jax crept his way down the stairs. Shadows danced in the flickering torchlight, He found her huddled in the corner, a fragile figure swallowed by the gloom. Beauty. Her name was a cruel irony in this place.She was sobbing, quiet, desperate gasps that barely disturbed the stillness. Jax paused, examining his surroundings. He needed to be careful to avoid getting caught.Carelessness was a weakness he couldn't afford.He stepped fully into the cell, the scrape of his boots against the stone echoing unnaturally loud. Beauty's head snapped up, her eyes wide with terror. She flinched back, pressing herself further into the corner, a small, trapped animal facing a predator."Shhh," Jax hissed, raising a hand. "Don't make a sound."She froze, obeying instantly. Her fear was all time high, an almost tangible thing that filled the small space. Good. Fear was a tool.He stalked closer, his shadow looming over her. "You're basically useless

Daniel’s povThe smell of cheap beer and filthy people filled the tavern's air. Situated in a shadowy corner, I sipped a diluted beverage and attempted to listen in on any discussion that appeared significant. The room was crowded with hunters, gruff-looking guards, and low-level pack members, all boasting, complaining, and making vulgar jokes in a tangled mass of voices. I was searching for any shred of information that may point me in the direction of Beauty's sister Sam.I wondered how the poor girl was. If she was still alive. If anyone has touched her or done any harm to her."Heard they're holding a duel in the arena tonight," a burly guard bellowed, nearly knocking over my table with his enthusiasm. "Biggest one in a while! Everyone's gotta be there. Supposed to be some real blood and guts. A couple of warrior slaves are fighting it out."My ears perked up. A duel meant a crowd, a distraction. Maybe, just maybe, it could offer an opportunity. But before I could consider the co

Lucas’s povThe cottage was small, barely bigger than the closet room at the Full Moon Pack. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the rough-hewn walls. The air was thick with the scent of woodsmoke and something else, something floral and faintly sweet. It was a strangely comforting smell, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within me.Helen, the woman who’d opened the door, the woman who knew my father, married him even, offered me tea. I shook my head curtly. Tea was for civilized conversations, for pleasantries and polite chit-chat. I wasn’t feeling particularly civilized.She sat down opposite me anyway, her eyes, a shade of brown, fixed on my face. Beside her, the little boy, Nate, fidgeted, his gaze darting between me and his mother. He was a miniature version of myself, down to the stubborn set of his jaw and the way his dark hair refused to stay neatly combed. It was unsettling, this uncanny resemblance."After your father was captured," Helen

Elena’s povI paced my room, the woven rug under my foot dealt like hot coals. It was a restlessness unlike any I'd experienced before, a frantic energy that gnawed at my insides. I pressed my palms against the wall, trying to keep myself still, but the feeling only intensified.Then, it hit.A bunch of images, a hundred sounds and voices, a storm of emotions. I couldn't make sense of it, couldn't grasp the specific details, but the weight of it crushed me. Something was terribly wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.I stumbled out of my room, driven by a force I couldn't control, and practically slammed into Oliver's door. I heard the muffled echo of his voice, deeper and more authoritative than I usually heard. I pushed the door open without knocking.Oliver was standing with three guards, his back to me. The air crackled with an unspoken tension. He turned as the door crashed open, his expression softening from stern command to guarded concern as he saw me."Elena? What is it?"My brea