All Chapters of Mated To The Rejected Omega : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lucas’s povThe biting wind whipped at my face, carrying the scent of leftover food and damp earth. It was the familiar smell of home, but even that couldn't lift the heavy weariness that clung to me like a clone. I was tired, bone-deep tired, a weariness that went beyond the physical. It was the kind that settled in your soul, making even the simplest tasks feel monumental.Returning from the Blue Moon pack had been… complicated. Meeting my father, finally putting a face to the stories, had stirred up a whirlwind of emotions I was still struggling to contain. The news he’d given me… I pushed the thought away. It was too much to unpack right now. I just needed home, needed the familiar routine, the comforting presence of those I loved and lived with all my life.And Nate. He was clinging to my hand, his small fingers wrapped tight around mine. He hadn't wanted to stay with Helen back at Blue Moon pack. He insisted on following me back to Full Moon pack. I squeezed his hand gently, a s

Elena’s povThe cold stone floor bit into my bare feet as I scrambled awake. A frantic knocking echoed against the thick wooden door, cutting through the early morning stillness. Oliver stirred beside me, a low groan rumbling in his chest.“Alpha Oliver! Alpha Oliver!” a voice rasped from the other side. It was Garett, one of Oliver’s most trusted royal guards who was also a member of the Beta squad. His voice was laced with a fear I rarely heard, and it sent a shiver down my spine.Oliver, despite being half-asleep, was instantly alert. He sat up, his golden eyes already sharp. "What is it, Garett? Speak quickly."The door creaked open, revealing Garett, his face pale and sweating. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing low. "I… I regret to inform you that… your sister, Chloe… she has escaped."The words hung in the air, heavy and unbelievable. Chloe, Oliver’s younger sister, the one imprisoned for treason and plotting against the pack? Gone?Oliver swore under his breath, a low, guttu

Oliver’s povThe scroll felt heavy in my hand, even though it was just paper and old ink. My grandfather’s signature stared back at me, the bold strokes accusing me with every glance. It authorized the use of Lucas’s father and his team as a distraction during the first war with Blue Moon Pack years ago. A distraction. Just like that, lives were weighed and found less valuable than others."We need to know the truth," I said to Lucas, my voice barely a whisper. He equally looked shaken up and I knew the news was a lot for him to handle.Lucas ran a hand through his dark hair, his face etched with worry. “My father always suspected something. He survived, but… he lost so much.”"We need to talk to someone who knew my grandfather," I said, pacing the room. "Someone who remembers the war, the council meetings, everything."Lucas stopped me. "The elders. The council elders."I nodded, the idea solidifying in my mind. "There’s one in particular. Elder Albert. He was close to my grandfathe

Beauty’s povI scanned the crowded common room again, my gaze flitting over the familiar faces of pack members. Where was Elena? I’d been looking for her for the past half hour. Maybe she was finally getting some alone time with Oliver. Or perhaps she was with Lucas. Either way, I missed her.Thinking of her with Oliver made me remember my own…situation. Tonight was my “hang out” with Daniel. The thought sent a flutter of nervous energy through me. It wasn’t a date, not officially. But the way Daniel had looked at me when he’d suggested it… well, it felt like more than just two friends spending time together.I sighed and headed towards my room. Time to get ready. I wasn’t sure what to wear. Something casual but… nice. Something that said, “I’m comfortable, but I also made an effort.” This was harder than picking a new flavor for a cake or cookie.I opened my wardrobe and rifled through my clothes. Finally, I settled on a sky blue floral gown. It was knee-length, comfortable, and the

Elena’s povWhat was meant to be a dungeon felt like a comfortable room. The only thing that reminded me it was a dungeon was the chains around the wrists of the people here. Seconds turned to minutes as I tried to understand who the people trapped in this forgotten corner of Full Moon Pack territory were. They looked fragile. Thin limbs, pale skin, eyes that held more fire than I could comprehend. I still couldn’t reconcile them with the hardened criminals or creatures I expected to find.I knelt beside a woman who looked way older than me. Her hands, clasped in her lap, trembled slightly. “I have to ask again,” I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. “Who are you? How do you know me?”She didn't flinch, just looked at me with a mischievous fling in her eyes. “What do you think we are?” she asked, amused.I sighed. “I am not sure but you are definitely not werewolves. I expected… I don’t know, dangerous creatures. People who looked like they deserved to be here not..