All Chapters of Rejected Omega: The Rise of Jemima: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Jemima’s POVThe days felt endless, stretching out like a thread that might snap at any moment. Life in the pack house, once a comforting rhythm of routine and community, now felt suffocating. Fear clung to the walls, and the whispers that floated through the corridors carried unspoken accusations.Whenever I passed a group of pack members, conversations would falter, their eyes trailing me with a mixture of unease and suspicion. It was as though I had become a living reminder of the chaos that had unsettled our lives.I hated those stares. They didn’t just watch me—they weighed me down, filling me with doubt. A gnawing voice inside whispered the question I feared most: What if they’re right? What if this is my fault?Adrian stayed close, a silent shadow who seemed to think his presence alone could shield me from the growing tension. He wasn’t overbearing, nor did he try to force his concern on me, but his watchfulness felt like chains. I knew he meant well, but his constant vigilance

Jemima Steele POV...The Pack's TerritoryAdrian and I walked through the trees, each lost in our thoughts. It had been days since the voice in the clearing. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming.“Do you ever feel like we’re being watched?” I asked.Adrian glanced at me. “All the time. That’s our life. Always being watched.”But this felt different. There was something heavy in the air. Even Kiona, my wolf, felt uneasy. The trees seemed alive today, creaking like they were talking. The sun shone, but it didn’t feel warm.We reached the clearing where the stones stood. They were old, silent, and strange. I stared at them. I couldn’t understand why they pulled me in. The glow at night, the hum—they didn’t feel right.Adrian stopped beside me. “You’re thinking about the voice again, aren’t you?”I nodded. “It felt too real. Like it was meant for me.”“We’ll find out what it was,” he said quietly.I wanted to believe him. But what if we were already too late? What if the d

Jemima Steele’s POVThe morning air hung around me, damp and heavy, making it hard to shake off the lingering tension. The house was quiet—not the comforting kind of quiet, but the kind that felt loaded with unspoken fears and unanswered questions. Adrian’s words from last night echoed in my mind: They’re testing us. I couldn’t stop wondering what he meant. Why did it feel like the whole forest was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen?I headed to the kitchen, drawn by the faint smell of coffee. Garrett stood at the counter, his shoulders stiff as he poured himself a cup. He glanced over when he saw me, and for the first time, his usual playful smirk was gone. Instead, his face held a wary seriousness.“Morning,” he said, his voice rough.“Morning,” I replied, trying to sound calm. “Any news?”He shook his head, his lips pressed tight. “The patrols didn’t find anything new. But those tracks from yesterday? They’re fresh. Whoever’s out there isn’t even trying to stay hidd

Jemima's POVAfter Adrian finished talking to me, I lay back on the makeshift bed, staring at the shadows on the ceiling as my mind raced with too many questions. The forest, the runes, Adrian’s cryptic warnings—it was all too much. My eyelids became heavier by the second, and I allowed the whole exhaustion I felt swallow me whole.But even the sleep wasn’t so good. It was anything but.I had a dream, and in that dream, I found myself standing in the living room of my childhood home. The familiar scent of the place giving me a feeling that I had not felt in a long time. Everything looked just the same as I last remembered. The worn out couch by the window, the ugly coffee table with the markings on top of it that was there. But something felt wrong.Terribly wrong.My cheeks were wet. I reached up and touched my face, surprised to see that I was crying. My chest felt as if someone had punched a massive hole in it, as if all the joy had been scooped out and replaced with a void I couldn

Adrian’s POVThe attack came from nowhere, as they normally happen. One moment I was catching my breath after another kill, the metallic taste of blood sharp on my tongue. The next, I was helping Jemima up, and the very next moment, a wolf pounced at me from the shadows, its claws bared and scraping across my side.I staggered but still stayed standing, baring my teeth in a snarl. It was big, bigger than most, but the anger in me gave me strength. I lunged forward, meeting it at once. We tumbled together into the forest, snapping and clawing each other, trying to find an opening for a kill.“Adrian!” Jemima’s voice echoed faintly through the mind link, but the wolf drove me more far away from her. I felt a hint of worry settle down in the pit of my stomach and it had nothing to do with the fight.The wolf went for my neck and he aimed his teeth for a kill but I twisted and turned, managing to grab its throat in my mouth. My thigh burned with a sudden, deep pain, so sharp it almost put