All Chapters of Return of The Rejected Omega : Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

"I know," he said gently. "You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know it's true."But the thing was, I did want to say it back. The words were right there, sitting heavy on my tongue, waiting for me to be brave enough to let them out. I loved him. Had probably loved him for months, maybe longer, maybe since the moment he'd shown up in that corporate office in New York and turned my carefully constructed new life upside down.I was just too much of a coward to say it.Instead, I turned in his arms, careful not to aggravate the wound he'd just bandaged, and kissed him. Not gentle, not tentative, but with all the desperation and relief and unnamed emotion churning inside me. He melted into the contact immediately, hands sliding up my bare back to tangle in my hair."Stella," he breathed against my mouth."Don't talk," I said, already working at the buttons of his shirt. "Just... don't talk."His shirt hit the floor, followed quickly by the rest of our clothes. There was nothi

Angela's room was chaos when we arrived. The baby was indeed crying inconsolably—not normal infant fussing, but the kind of distressed wailing that set every protective instinct on high alert. Angela looked frantic, rocking him while tears streamed down her face."I can't get him to stop," she said as soon as she saw us. "He's been like this for twenty minutes. I've tried feeding him, changing him, everything I can think of."I moved to her side, studying Adam's red, scrunched face. The silver lines under his skin were flaring erratically, much brighter than they should be for an infant his age. More concerning, I could feel his distress through whatever telepathic connection we shared—not just emotional pain, but something that felt almost like... interference?"Give him to me," I said, extending my arms.Angela hesitated for a moment, maternal instinct warring with desperate need for help, then passed him over. The moment Adam was in my arms, his crying softened slightly, though he

When we broke apart, Adam made that soft sound again, and I swear the kid was trying to say something important. His tiny hand pressed against my cheek, and I caught a flash of something—not quite an image, but a feeling. Determination. Clarity. Purpose."Be careful," Silas said, already backing away. "Stay downwind, keep him quiet.""I know how to hide," I reminded him.His smile was tight but genuine. "Never doubted it."Then he was gone, moving through the forest with preternatural silence, heading toward the tower that might or might not be occupied by people who wanted to dissect us for science.I waited until he was out of sight, then turned and headed in the opposite direction, keeping low and using the growing darkness as cover. Adam was a warm weight against my chest, his breathing surprisingly even for a baby in the middle of a life-or-death situation."You're being very cooperative," I whispered to him. "Keep it up, kid."The descent was even harder than the climb, loose st