Lahat ng Kabanata ng Return of The Rejected Omega : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The cold seeped into my bones as I crouched in the shadows, my breath fogging in the air. The lab loomed ahead, a monolith of concrete and barbed wire, its windows glowing a sickly yellow in the night. I'd been watching for hours, tracking the guards' patrols, counting the seconds between each sweep of the floodlights. Waiting for my chance.This is a fucking stupid idea, I imagined Rona’s voice whisper in my head. Risking your sorry ass for some chick who stabbed you in the back? Pathetic."Shut up," I muttered, flexing my corrupted hand. I was going mad, and the itch was getting worse tonight, the black veins pulsing under my rotting skin like they knew what I was about to do. Like they were hungry for it.But I couldn't shake Bella's face from my mind. Those wide, pleading eyes boring into mine as they dragged her away. She betrayed you, Silas's voice echoed. She set you up!Maybe he was right. Maybe I was just another sucker, chasing ghosts and lost causes. But I owed it to the gi

SilasThe dumpster broke my fall, and It was starting to rain.Rotting cardboard and black garbage bags cushioned the impact, but didn't stop the burst of agony that exploded through my side. The infection pulsed, hot and angry, as I rolled onto wet pavement. Above, Jarek's curse echoed off brick walls."Find him! Don't let that blood trail go cold!"I dragged myself behind the dumpster, pressing my back against grimy metal. Each breath felt like swallowing glass. The mate bond twisted in my chest, Stella's fear a dull roar underneath the pain. They were doing something to her. Something that made our connection stutter and fade like a dying radio signal.Boots scraped concrete nearby. I closed my eyes, willing my heart to slow. The hunters would track my blood, but the garbage stench might buy me minutes. Maybe less."Over here!" A voice hissed from the shadows. "Quick!"I squinted through the rain. A figure crouched in a doorway, gesturing urgently. The dim light caught the edge of

SilasThe security response was too perfect. Guards moved in synchronized patterns, their boots echoing off steel walkways at precise intervals. Not searching. Herding.I let them.Lab Six's entrance loomed ahead—metal doors sealed with electronic locks, cameras tracking every approach. The mate bond pulled stronger here, sharp enough to make my teeth ache. But Stella's presence felt wrong somehow. Muted. Like something was interfering with our connection.A guard's radio crackled. "Target approaching Block D."No point hiding now.I stepped into the camera's view. Rifles snapped up, red dots dancing across my chest. The treatment had steadied my hands, but that artificial chill spread deeper, frost growing under my skin. One hour left, maybe less."On your knees!"I complied, movements slow. Behind the guards, shadows shifted—hulking shapes with too many limbs. Hybrid handlers, keeping their pets on short leashes. Ready."Clear!"The lab doors hissed open. Clinical light spilled out,

Whatever Veronica had injected me with set my blood on fire.I arched against the restraints, a scream lodging in my throat as heat raced through my veins. The corruption in my arm pulsed violently, black lines spreading like cracks in glass. But instead of consuming more flesh, they seemed to be... shifting. Rearranging themselves into patterns I almost recognized."Fascinating." Veronica's voice drifted through the haze of pain. "Look how it responds. The molecular structure is actually stabilizing.""What—" I choked out, "what did you give me?""Just a catalyst." She leaned over me, studying the corruption's movement. "Something to wake up what's already there." Her fingers traced one of the newly formed patterns. "Your mother's work was brilliant, but crude. She didn't have the resources to perfect it. To understand what she'd created."The burning began to fade, leaving behind an odd numbness. Where the corruption had spread, my skin felt different. Harder. Like armor growing ben

The cell reeked of fear and desperation. I paced the small space, ignoring the throb of my wounds, the pull of the poison still running through my veins. None of it mattered. Not when Stella was out there, alone and hunted.Angela watched me from the other side of the bars, her eyes glittering with a sick sort of amusement. "You're wasting your energy," she said, her voice a mocking purr. "She's exactly where she needs to be."I lunged at the bars, snarling. "If they hurt her, I swear I'll—""You'll what?" Angela laughed. "Bleed on me? Face it, Silas. You're useless like this. Weak and Pathetic."I growled, but the truth of her words stung like silver. Without my wolf, I was just a man. A broken, beaten man.Angela leaned closer, her breath hot on my face. "But Stella... she's strong. Special. And not just because of the corruption.""What are you talking about?"She smiled, sharp and hungry. "Our mother's little experiment. The ritual that saved Stella's life? It made her everything