All Chapters of Mated To The Rejected Omega : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lucas’s povThe air in Chloe's room was thick with tension, a suffocating blend of fear and resentment. She sat hunched in the corner, the rough rope biting into her wrists. Her eyes, usually bright and full of fire, were now clouded with a stormy anger, a simmering rage directed at me, at the world, at the very circumstances that had led her to this.Just then, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and a guard stepped inside, his face grim but relieved. "Captain Lucas," he said, his voice respectful. "The war is over. The Full Moon Pack has won. Alpha Oliver told me to inform you."The words hit Chloe like a physical blow. She actually recoiled, a strangled sob escaping her lips. "No," she gasped, shaking her head violently. "No, it's not possible! You’re lying! Blue Moon pack… they wouldn't fall!"Her voice rose with each word, teetering on the edge of hysteria. I could see the reality of her actions crashing down on her, the full weight of her betrayal finally finding purchase in her

Lucas’s povI needed to see Elena. Just to know she was alright. I hadn’t seen her since the war ended and I knew she was asleep but I just wanted to check up on her. My feet carried me through the narrow corridors of the pack house. For a second, I wondered if I should meet her.What right did I have to intrude? She was probably sleeping soundly, and I was just being…pathetic.But then I remembered the way she’d looked before we parted ways, the vulnerability in her eyes. I convinced myself that I was just being a good friend, that anyone would do the same. With a deep breath, I reached her door.My hand hovered, knuckles almost touching the rough wood, when I heard voices inside. Elena’s voice, soft and laced with a bit of worry, that tugged at my heart, and then Oliver’s, smooth and reassuring.I froze.“.. and I’m going to replan our wedding,” I heard Oliver say.“Really?" Elena asked excitedly He chuckled. "Of course. I wasn't just going to let them ruin everything.""I want it

Elena’s povThe pack house smelt like flowers and baked food. Contrast to the brooding air from the past few weeks before and after the war, the air now was lively and filled with joy. Today, even the familiar scent couldn't calm the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Today was the day. Oliver and I were finally getting married.It was a small affair, just the pack. After everything we’d been through, a big celebration felt wrong. It was better to have a small affair. We needed something intimate, something real.Our pack house buzzed with activity. Laughter echoed from the kitchen as Beauty, the queen of the kitchen, prepared a feast fit for a king, or in our case, an Alpha. Daniel, bless his meticulous heart, was outside, arranging flowers and ensuring the perimeter was secure. He took his role very seriously, even the security was tight.I wandered through the bustling rooms, a smile plastered on my face. I should be ecstatic. I was ecstatic. I was marrying the man I loved, a st

Elena’s povThe sun was shining, making the forest feel warm and bright. It was my wedding day. A day most girls dream about, and I was standing here, ready to become Luna of the Full Moon Pack.Everything looked beautiful. We weren't inside a big wedding hall like we planned for the first wedding. Instead the garden was beautifully decorated and had a small crowd. There were flowers everywhere - wildflowers in shades of white, blue, and purple. They were woven into styles that hung from the trees and decorated the simple wooden benches where the pack members sat.My dress wasn’t fancy. It was made of soft, white material that flowed to the ground. It had delicate lace sleeves and a simple belt made of braided silver. Beauty and I found it in the mall. I felt… pretty. But more than that, I felt the weight of what was about to happen.The music started. It was a slow, gentle melody played on flutes and drums. I took a deep breath and started to walk down the aisle. I looked at Oliver,

Lucas’s povThe teacup felt fragile in my hand, its delicate cup a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside me. Helen had offered it with a soft smile, a gesture of peace I couldn't return. The hot liquid tasted like ash in my mouth.Across the small, sun-drenched living room, my father shifted uncomfortably. He was a large man, his shoulders broad and powerful, even more so in his wolf form from the pictures. But now, he looked…small. Almost apologetic. He kept trying to catch my eye, a yearning for connection plain on his face. I refused to meet his gaze."Lucas," he began, his voice rough, unused to speaking to me after all these years. "I...I wanted to say I'm sorry. For not reaching out after I was captured by the Blue Moon pack. I should have been there."My grip tightened on the teacup. “I don’t care anymore,” I bit out, the words sharper than intended. The truth was, I cared a lot. Every damned day. But showing it, showing him any vulnerability, felt like giving him a reas