Semua Bab The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Bab 111 - Bab 117

AmberI sat in silence for a few seconds, letting the words sink in. It felt surreal. Marina Hunter—Rayne’s immaculately composed, impossibly poised mother—was practically begging.And how could I say no?I owed her. Without her help, I never would’ve won custody. I didn’t trust easily, not anymore, and certainly not when it came to the Hunter family—but Marina went out of her way to right a wrong. And I couldn’t forget that.So I said yes.Which is how I found myself sitting on the armchair by the living room window, sipping tea, while watching what might’ve been one of the strangest yet most unexpectedly heartwarming sights I’d ever seen.Marina Hunter, in a pale lavender blouse and pressed cream slacks, sat cross-legged on the floor across from my daughter, a small stack of Uno cards in her perfectly manicured hands. Toys and gift bags were scattered in a generous sprawl beside her, their bright colors clashing with the sharp lines of her elegance.She had brought so many gifts—plu

Amber“Reed may have orchestrated it all, but you?” I pointed a trembling finger at his chest. “You married him. Chose him. Protected him. Loved him. You put that monster on a pedestal and crowned him Luna like he was worth worshipping.”My breath hitched with the rage I could barely hold back.“You let him sleep beside you while I—while I bled in silence. While I lived in fear. While I raised your child alone. And now you want to talk to me about justice?”My voice dropped, deadly and cold.“Since we’re handing out punishments, Rayne, don’t you think you should get yours too?”He didn’t flinch.Didn’t retreat.But something in him cracked.“Yes,” he said, voice hoarse, nearly inaudible. “Yes, you’re right.”The words came slow. Measured. As if they were being dragged from the center of his chest.“I was ignorant, blind,” he admitted. “Worse—I was willingly blind. I told myself lies so I wouldn’t have to face the truth. I let myself believe Reed was something he wasn’t because it was e

AmberI used to think that maybe—just maybe—I could blame Eden just as much as Rayne for everything. That I could point a finger at the wolf inside Rayne and say they were both responsible. But that lie doesn’t work anymore, not after everything I'd heard. And I’ve already made up my mind.I chose Ian.It’s always going to be Ian.I’m in love with him, in a way I never thought possible for someone like me. The kind of love that creeps in slowly and then suddenly crashes over you like a tidal wave. That fluttery, aching warmth that spreads across my chest every time he smiles at me. The way my stomach flips when he brushes my hand. The peace that floods me when he looks at me like I’m something precious.With Ian, it’s not just biology. It’s not instinct or fate. It’s choice. It’s safe. It’s love.And I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that way for Rayne again—not after everything we’ve been through. Some bonds don’t heal. Some burns go too deep.I take a deep breath and steel myself to te

AmberHis hand tugs at his belt with an urgency that borders on madness. The leather creaks under the strain, the buckle clinking as he fumbles to free himself.“I wanted you to give in willingly,” he pants, eyes glowing blood-red, wild with lust and frustration. “I really did. But I can’t wait anymore, Amber. If I don’t have you right now, I’m going to combust.”His words fall like a hammer against my chest, and for a split second, my body—no, Irma—quivers with temptation. She howls inside me, clawing, begging, already lifting our metaphorical tail.But I won’t let her win.Not this time.Not when I’ve finally clawed back a shred of control over my own damn life.He’s too distracted now; panting hard, eyes wild, belt halfway undone as he fumbles with the buckle like a beast trying to free himself from his own skin. Low growls rip from his throat, deep and primal, like some feral predator cornered in the dark. His pupils are blown wide, glowing red with rut-fueled desperation. The sce