Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

AmberThe warmth in her voice soothed me just enough to keep my legs moving. We walked up a flight of stairs and down a quiet hallway before she stopped in front of a door. “This is your room, Amber,” she said, opening it.I stepped inside hesitantly, my breath catching as I took in the sight of the room. It was massive—far bigger than anything I’d ever experienced. The walls were painted in soft pastel hues that seemed to radiate warmth, and the bed in the center of the room was covered in a luxurious white comforter that looked impossibly soft. A plush rug sprawled across the polished wooden floors, and the window was enormous, letting sunlight pour in and casting a golden glow over everything.A chandelier hung delicately from the ceiling, its crystals sparkling like stars. There was a vanity table in one corner, complete with a mirror framed in gold, and a small seating area with a cozy armchair and side table near the window. The scent of fresh flowers drifted from a vase on the

AmberDr. Ichika’s eyes darkened with concern, but she didn’t interrupt.“Those horrible Alphas kidnapped me,” I continued, my voice shaking. “They dragged me to an abandoned building. They… they…”The words wouldn’t come. My throat felt like it was closing up, and my chest heaved with sobs.“You don’t have to say it,” Dr. Ichika said softly, her voice full of understanding.I nodded, clutching the tissue like it was a lifeline. “It was so brutal, so excruciating that I passed out. I thought I was going to die. But someone must have found me and brought me to the hospital. I don’t even know who.”The room fell silent except for my ragged breathing. Dr. Ichika let me cry, her presence steady and comforting.When I finally calmed down, she spoke. “Amber, what happened to you was horrific, and no one should ever have to endure what you did. But you’re still here. You survived. And that tells me just how strong you are.”I wiped my tears, my chest still aching. “But the bond… It’s always

RayneI exhaled sharply, my body thrumming with frustration, guilt, relief—all tangled together. “I just want us back,” I admitted. “I want you, Reed. Only you.” I looked into his eyes, searching for something—anything that would anchor me.Reed’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, Rayne…” He reached up, his fingers brushing my jaw. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. I would never let you go. Not even if it kills me.” And then he pulled me down. Our lips met in a crash of heat and desperation. I groaned into the kiss, cupping his face as he tangled his fingers in my hair. The taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue, intoxicating, but all I cared about was the way he melted against me. The way he fit perfectly in my arms, like he was made for me. Reed let out a soft whimper as I deepened the kiss, tilting my head to claim him fully. His body pressed against mine, warm and pliant. I slid my hands down his sides, feeling the way

AmberA sharp, searing pain tore through me, dragging me out of my sleep with a strangled gasp. At first, I thought I was having another nightmare, but this—this was so much worse.My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, an invisible force clawing at my chest, crushing my ribs until I could barely breathe. My throat tightened as a scream built up, but all that came out was a choked whimper.Then came the burning.A fire ignited at the base of my neck, scorching through my skin like a branding iron had been pressed against it. My mate mark pulsed with an unbearable heat, radiating pain down my spine and into my very bones. I clutched at my neck, fingers digging into the scarred flesh as if I could claw it off—tear it from my body and free myself from this torment.I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what was happening.Rayne was sleeping with someone else.The bond made sure I felt it.A dry sob tore from my lips. My vision blurred as hot tears spilled over, tracing burning paths dow

AmberIt had been four days since the surgery.Four days of recovery. Four days of minor side effects. Four days of learning to breathe without the constant fear of pain lurking in the back of my mind.Dr. Eden had warned me about the side effects. The hot flashes were the worst. One minute, I’d be fine, and the next, heat would rise from my chest, crawling up my neck and face, making me feel like I was burning from the inside out. My bond mark throbbed in response, a deep, persistent hum beneath my skin, but it wasn’t painful—just an uncomfortable reminder of what had once held me prisoner.“It’ll stop after a week,” Dr. Eden had assured me. “Your body is adjusting to the partial severance. Once it stabilizes, you won’t feel it anymore.”I clung to that hope.For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt… free.And it wasn’t just the bond that had changed.Ichika had started our therapy sessions, and to my surprise, they were actually helping. For one, the nightmares. They did