All Chapters of Mated To The Rejected Omega : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elena’s povThe moon, a sliver of silver in the black sky, cast long shadows across Oliver’s bed. Oliver’s arm lay heavy across my waist, a comforting weight after we finally talked things out. Reconciliation was a fragile thing, a carefully tended bloom after a harsh winter. We lay in comfortable silence, the kind that only comes after words have been exhausted, forgiveness granted, and trust stronger than ever.."Any word on the spies?" I finally asked the question with a soft murmur in the quiet room. The phantom chill of the attack still clung to me, a constant reminder of the vulnerability of our kingdom, of Oliver's pack, of us.The thought that there were people lurking around the kingdom and they could attack at any time.His arm tightened slightly. "Still searching. They vanished into thin air. My best trackers are on it, but they're like shadows, elusive and dangerous." A frown etched itself onto his brow, a familiar sign of the burden he carried. Being Alpha was a heavy man

Chloe’s povThe scent of lavender and stale parchment, usually so comforting in my room, felt suffocating tonight. A prickle crawled down my spine the moment I stepped inside, an unsettling feeling that something was… off. My hand instinctively went to the small dagger strapped to my thigh, the familiar weight a small comfort. I scanned the room. My desk was cluttered as always with maps and reports, the half-finished plans for my upcoming plan lying scattered like fallen leaves. My bed was neatly made, the woolen blankets pulled tight. Nothing seemed amiss.Then, a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye. A shadow detached itself from the dimness behind my tapestry, and I reacted without thinking.I lunged, my hand shooting out to grip the intruder’s arm. In the same motion, I drew my dagger, the cold steel pressing against his throat. He was surprisingly fast, though. A blur of movement, a twist of his body, and suddenly the blade was between us, held by his strong hand.My bre

Elena’s povThe iron door of the border security shelter clanged shut behind us, the sound echoing in the small, musty space. Relief washed over me, momentarily easing the throbbing behind my eyes. We had almost been attacked on our way to see the old woman. My heart pounded uneasily as I wondered what would have been our fate if we continued the journey."I still don't understand, Elena," Lucas said, pacing the cramped confines. His brow was furrowed, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of concern and frustration. "What are rogue wolves doing this close to the border? And how did they know we were planning on visiting the old woman? It's not like we announced it to the whole pack."My gut twisted. The vision hadn't revealed the 'how,' only the 'what' and the 'when.' But Lucas's words sparked a chilling realization, a whisper of suspicion turning into a roaring accusation inside my head."Think back, Lucas," I said, my voice tight. "When did we finalize our plans? Remember? It was r

Elena’s pov“Elena,” he finally said, his voice low and gravelly, “I truly am sorry. I never meant to cause a rift between you and Oliver the other day.”I gave him a small smile. I didn’t want to bring back the guilt I felt for almost breaking their bond. They’ve known each other all their lives and I didn’t want to be an obstacle.“It’s… fine, Lucas,” I managed, the word feeling hollow even to my own ears. “I should’ve followed his out that day and not stayed back. I knew he didn’t trust me anymore after that other night..”“Lucas stop..” I interrupted, “Oliver is over it now. He knows we’re just friends.” Even as I said it, doubt gnawed at me. My mind drifted back, unbidden, to the bond. The brief, electrifying surge of connection that had coursed through me the night we were in the garden.. A single, shimmering thread of recognition that had flared between us briefly, I was yet to understand what exactly it meant. But it had vanished as quickly as it came, leaving me wondering i

Elena’s pov “I swear that’s all.” The imposter begged. “I was approached by a blonde woman that told me all I had to do was inform her about the plans of the soldiers at the border.”“What pack are you from?” Oliver asked.“Blue Moon Pack.”Of course it was Blue Moon pack. I wondered what Chloe had planned working with them. Did she want to rule the Full Moon pack or ruin the pack?The spy, a wiry man with shifty eyes, sweated under the dim light of the interrogation room. Oliver stood to my right, his jaw tight, the very air around him crackling with contained fury. I knew that Oliver would have already snapped the spy in half easily if he wanted but he was restraining himself.“So all she had you do was stay at the borders?” Oliver spat and the man nodded.“That’s all she told me to do.”“How am I sure you’re not lying?”“Please. She… she told me to do it,” the spy stammered, wiping his brow with a trembling hand. “A woman. Blonde hair… cold eyes.”My heart clenched. Blonde hair.