Semua Bab The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Bab 61 - Bab 70

AmberIt had been a few days since the confrontation at the hospital. A few long, exhausting days.But finally—finally—I was beginning to breathe normally again. Beginning to accept that everything would be fine. That Evalie and I would be okay, no matter what storms brewed outside the fragile little world we had built.Today was Saturday—my day off—and I planned to make the most of it.It wasn’t just any Saturday either. I had promised Evalie that if she aced her math test, we’d celebrate. And like the little genius she was, she had scored a perfect mark. My heart had almost burst with pride when her teacher emailed me the results.We were supposed to have a full day together—just the two of us. First a trip to the amusement park, then a little shopping spree. Evalie had been eyeing a ridiculously expensive dollhouse for weeks now, and today, she was going to get it.Ichika and Ken were out for the day—some sort of couple’s spa thing they’d been planning for weeks—so the house was bli

AmberAs soon as Ian was certain I could stand without collapsing, he quietly led me inside.The moment the door closed behind us, the world finally went still.No more growls, no more tension thick enough to choke on. Just Ian’s solid presence beside me, guiding me with gentle hands toward the living room.He helped me sit down on the couch, his movements tender, careful like I was made of glass.“Are you alright?” Ian asked softly, crouching in front of me, concern etched into every line of his handsome face. “Did he hurt you?”I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. “No. I’m okay.” My hands were still trembling slightly from the hormonal rush, but I forced a small smile. “Thanks to you.”He exhaled, visibly relieved.“I’m just glad I got here when I did,” he said, sinking down beside me. He stayed close, but not smothering, giving me space without pulling away completely. “What happened, Amber?”I stared down at my hands in my lap, picking at an invisible thread on my jean

AmberRayne had been quiet since his abrupt visit, and it was unsettling.I wasn’t sure what I had expected after that day — maybe for him to show up at the hospital, lurking by the emergency entrance like some stubborn shadow. Maybe he'd camp outside the house, demanding to see Evalie. Maybe he'd blow up my phone with calls or texts, shouting accusations. I even thought he'd try to contact Evalie somehow.But he didn’t.Not a call.Not a visit.Nothing.Just silence.And while a small part of me was grateful for the peace, I knew better than to trust it. I knew it was too early to celebrate, too naive to hope that it was over.This — this eerie stillness — it felt like the proverbial calm before the storm.A heavy, loaded quiet that pressed against my chest like a hand waiting to shove me under when I least expected it.I tried to shake the feeling, tried to convince myself I was just being paranoid — that maybe Rayne had gotten the closure he needed. Maybe seeing Evalie, even from a

AmberI had just gotten off the phone with another lawyer Ichika had managed to reach out to. So far? Things weren’t looking good.They acknowledged I had a solid case—on paper. But in reality, not many lawyers were willing to go up against the literal Alpha of the Pack. Alpha Rayne Hunter. The man had too much influence, too much reach. “It would be bad for business,” one of them said. “Dangerous even.” Another admitted, “Our reputation could suffer long-term if we cross the wrong people.”Their voices blended together into a nauseating chorus of fear and cowardice. It stung. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but the sheer number of rejections was exhausting. And the ones who did consider the case? They were even worse.There was one woman in particular—an Omega, like me. I’d thought that would make a difference. I’d thought she would understand. I don’t know what I expected—compassion, maybe? Solidarity? But what I got instead was gall.The nerve.She had the audacity to chastise me. To

AmberIt was happening. No more delays. No more hiding.Tomorrow at 10 a.m., I’d walk into that courtroom and face Rayne for the first time in seven years—not as a broken Omega begging for mercy, but as Evalie’s mother fighting for the right to keep her child safe.The weight of it settled over me like a thick, scratchy blanket I couldn’t shake off. After Reed’s impromptu and unpleasant visit last week, the house had been blessedly quiet. No more knocks on the door. No more unwelcome Alpha energy polluting my space. Just peace—and tension so sharp it made my spine ache.Still, I had done what needed to be done. I’d contacted Ina like Ian suggested.From the moment she heard the details of my case, Ina had been all in. It didn’t take much convincing. The second I mentioned Rayne’s name and the pack he was from, she was intrigued. When I explained what I’d been through—the assault, the threats, the power imbalance, and Evalie being the child in question—Ina’s voice grew tight with purpo