Semua Bab The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Bab 41 - Bab 50

RayneI didn’t expect the day to go sideways before lunch.Alpha Caspian of the Stonebrook Ridge Pack arrived exactly on schedule—black SUVs lined up like a damn parade in front of my residence. He stepped out in his signature navy overcoat, flanked by his warriors and his daughter, Tessa.I’d met Caspian a few times over the past six months. We’d been working together on a joint security project—a cross-border initiative to fortify both our Packs and introduce a shared intel network. It was ambitious. Forward-thinking. The kind of thing that would secure our region for decades.And it had taken six whole months of negotiation to get him this far.The plan was simple: tour our territory, go over the final draft, sign papers.Easy.What I didn’t plan for was Reed.And definitely not Tessa.The moment they stepped into the banquet hall, the tension hit me like a cold slap. Tessa was... beautiful. Delicate and poised, with warm brown skin, large honey eyes, and silky curls cascading down

RayneThe road stretched ahead like a vein through the forest, dim and endless. The Packlands were mostly quiet this time of night, just a few scattered lights in the distance and the whisper of wind slithering through the trees.I rolled the windows down.Maybe the cold air would sober me up.Maybe it wouldn’t.Didn’t matter.My foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. The trees blurred at the edges of my vision, headlights carving two sharp lines through the dark. I wasn’t aiming for a destination. Just away.Away from the house.Away from Reed.Away from my mother’s voice, still ringing in my skull like a curse.“You let your dick make your decisions.”“You’re the Alpha with Beta-sized balls.”“Your father would be ashamed.”I gritted my teeth, trying to push it all out.But her voice twisted with Reed’s.“You still love her.”“You held back with me.”“You’ll never be free of her.”Amber.Always Amber.I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, letting out a harsh growl.I hated ho

AmberThe night shift had always been my favorite.Fewer people. Less noise. More space to think.But tonight wasn’t like the others.Today had already been long—I was working a double shift, which included the current night rotation. I’d been on my feet for most of the day, moving from ward to ward, checking in on post-ops, reviewing charts, helping consults.Dr. McQuoid, our Head Surgeon, was away in London for a medical conference, and many of the others had already gone home after their shifts. Ian included. He’d passed me in the hallway a few hours ago, yawning into the crook of his elbow, and tossed a lazy “Good luck surviving the night shift alone,” with that usual boyish grin before heading out.The only other doctor who was supposed to be on call had to rush out last-minute—something about a family emergency—and so, just like that, I was the only surgeon left in the entire building.Technically, I wasn’t alone. A few nurses floated through the halls, checking charts, organizin

RayneWaking up felt like drowning in molasses.Everything was thick. Slow. Heavy. Like my body was underwater and my brain was a full ten seconds behind every breath I took.The first thing I noticed was the sound.Beeping.Soft. Steady. Mechanical.The next thing was the pain.Not sharp, not screaming—but everywhere. Deep, aching pressure that pulsed through my body like a warning siren. My skull throbbed as if a drumline had set up camp inside. My abdomen felt tight, bandaged, heavy. And my leg—when I shifted slightly—shot a bolt of pain so intense I almost passed out again.I hissed, biting down a groan.Machines were attached to me. I could see the IV in my arm, feel the leads taped to my chest. The sheets smelled like bleach and latex. Cold. Clean.Hospital.What the hell happened?I tried to sit up, but my muscles screamed in protest. A sharp sting tore through my midsection. I looked down—thick white gauze wrapped around my lower abdomen, stained faintly pink at the edges. My

RayneMorning crept in through the blinds like a soft ache behind my eyes. The light wasn’t harsh—more like a warm haze—but it still made my head pound a little harder.I blinked against it, letting my eyes adjust, waiting for the room to settle back into focus.And when it did, I saw him.Reed.Curled up in the plastic chair beside my bed like he’d been there all night. Elbows propped on the edge of the mattress, chin resting on his arms, staring at me with wide, worried eyes.There was no anger in his expression.No hurt. No distance.Just relief.And love.Like the night before had never happened. Like he hadn’t stood in the hallway with fire in his eyes and divorce in his mouth.“Hey,” he said softly, sitting up straighter when he saw my eyes open. “You’re awake.”“Yeah,” I croaked, my voice still raw. “Barely.”His face lit up. “Thank the goddess.”Before I could say anything else, he was fussing—reaching for the cup of water by the bed, checking the blanket, fluffing my pillow l