Mated To The Rejected Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

LucasThe moon hung fat and heavy in the sky, a bruised purple disc that cast elongated, skeletal shadows across the sprawling pack lands. Lucas navigated the familiar paths with a practiced grace, his footsteps muffled by the dew-kissed grass. He was a wolf of shadows, a silent protector, Oliver’s right hand, and tonight, a traitor in the making.He considered his next line of action. Should he just forget about Chloe and trust the truth he believed all his life? But curiosity had his legs moving on their own accord. He reached Chloe’s secluded wing, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and something sharper, something subtly metallic that hinted at the cruel edge she often concealed. He hesitated, the weight of his loyalty settling heavy on his shoulders. But the whispers about his father, the nagging doubts that Oliver had so deftly deflected, had finally driven him to this.He rapped lightly on the ornate door. A moment later, it swung inward, revealing Chloe bathed in the sof

Elena’s pov The scent of roses and honeysuckle was supposed to be calming. It wasn’t working. I, Elena Darkwood, would become Luna of the Full Moon Pack. In a week, I would marry Oliver, the man I loved, my mate, the man that completes me.So why was my stomach churning as if I'd swallowed a nest of angry wasps?I rose from the stone bench, the cool air a welcome contrast to the heat building inside me. The garden, usually my sanctuary, offered no solace. My mind was a whirlwind of "what ifs" and nagging doubts. Was I ready for this? Could I truly handle the responsibility, the power, the inevitable challenges that came with being a Luna? What if I wasn’t good enough?Sinking back onto the bench, I buried my face in my hands. I needed to clear my head. To find some semblance of peace before the whirlwind of the wedding consumed me.That’s when I saw him. Lucas.He sat on the opposite end of the garden, perched on the edge of the fountain’s stone rim, his shoulders slumped forward. H

Elena’s povThe air in the room crackled with unspoken tension. Oliver’s jaw was tight, his eyes burning with a possessiveness that bordered on anger. It felt… irrational. My heart was still a little frantic from the fleeting moment I had with Lucas. What did that mean?A low growl brought me back to reality."Oliver, seriously?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "We were just talking. I needed to be alone and I happened to see Lucas there too and we ended up talking. I guess both of us needed privacy.""Privacy?" he repeated, the word laced with disbelief. "So, you couldn't have found privacy anywhere else in this massive castle? It just had to be the two of you, alone, surrounded by flowers?"I rolled my eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. He's my friend, Oliver. And your best friend. There's nothing between us."His anger was a tangible thing, a wolfish growl vibrating in the air. "He looks at you, Elena. Don’t pretend you haven’t noticed. He looks at you like…like you're his entir

Oliver’s povThe parchment felt rough beneath my fingers, the names blurring into a sea of ink. Each one represented a guest, a responsibility, a potential threat to Elena’s safety. Our wedding was just days away, and the weight of the Alpha title seemed to double with every passing day. I sighed, running a hand through my already disheveled hair. Chloe's name stared back at me, and an unsettling feeling settled in my gut.I knew she was up to something. Something dangerous but I just didn’t know what and it killed me that I was in the dark.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I called, and Daniel, my Beta, entered. His face was etched with worry, a rare sight for the usually bubbly wolf."Alpha Oliver, we need to talk about the Princess, Chloe," he said without preamble, closing the door behind him.My unease deepened. "I've noticed it too," I admitted, leaning back in my chair. "She's been… off. Distant. Quiet. It's not like her. It feels like a calm before a

Third person povThe scent of lavender and detergent clung to the air in the laundry room, usually a comforting aroma, but tonight it felt heavy, suffocating. Elena found Beauty hunched on a stool, her shoulders shaking silently. The fluorescent lights hummed above them, casting a stark, revealing light on Beauty’s usually radiant face, now stained with tears.Elena’s heart clenched. Beauty was her only close friend, her confidante, the one person who understood her anxieties even without her having to say a word. To see her like this, so utterly broken, sent a jolt of panic through Elena."Beauty? What's wrong?" Elena asked, her voice soft, laced with concern. She knelt beside her friend, placing a hand on her trembling back. "Tell me. Please."Instead of words, a fresh wave of sobs erupted from Beauty. She buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with silent grief. Elena wrapped her arms around her, holding her close. Words felt inadequate, so she simply held her, letting her