Semua Bab Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Rael POVThere’s something wrong with the air tonight.It isn’t the scent, though the wind carries nothing useful, nothing of her. And it isn’t the quiet, though it hangs too still across the trees, the kind of stillness that settles in just before a storm breaks. It’s something deeper. Something inside me.A sickness that coils in my gut and twists tighter with every passing hour.We’ve been running since daylight broke, each of us chasing ghosts through the rogue territory with nothing but instinct and failure beneath our paws. No trail. No blood. No sign. Just empty wilds stretching endlessly around us. Every time I think I feel her, it vanishes into smoke.She’s not here.And worse, she may not want to be found.My paws slow as we crest a low ridge, the sun bleeding red across the sky behind us. Ahead, Dagen lifts his head and turns to look back. Our eyes meet for a long moment. There’s no need for words. His nod is small, reluctant, and final.We return.Maddox growls but veers t

Vane POVWe're screwed, I don't say it to them, but I know it. If she's Valhara, there's nothing we can do. Why would she want to come back here, to four men who saw her as useless, worthless and no good, when she has the entire rogue population ready to serve her.If this is right, she's essentially their queen, which is so fucking ironic. The one person we're all mated to, is going to be treated exactly like a queen. Rubbing my face I look at them."You three think she's going to come back?" I ask."We're her mates," Maddox argues. "The Valhara isn't bound to mates, past stories say she would mate with multiple rogues, and have them reject her because rejections only strengthen her. The moment she finds out us rejecting her will strengthen her, she's going to make us." Dagen scoffs. "She won't ask us to reject her." "I would," I say. "Between us all we've done everything from abusing her, to mocking her, to using her, to trying to kill her. She'd be a fool not to want us to rejec

Maddox POVWe’re not finding her. It’s been three days, we’re down to under twenty Omegas, which is our fault. Many of them were in heat, but we were so focused on finding Veyra that they died from it because no one was allowed to touch them without our permission.To be fair, none of us is in the place where we would know them, despite it being meant to be the rule. When they go into heat, we’re meant to make them beg us, and work for it. Only we’re not interested in them, their scents don’t turn us on, and make us crave them.If anything, their scents disgust us.“Right, we need to change the rules,” Dagen says, and I nod in agreement.“Just tell the Betas if an Omega is in heat, one of them is allowed to knot them. Nothing more, just knot them so they survive.”“People are going to ask why, actually, people already are,” Rael says. “There have been questions from packs asking why we’re offline so much, or not on camera. We’ve had questions about why so many Omegas are dying from he

Veyra POVI'm done with all of it, the silence and the excuses. The way everyone looks away when omegas are mistreated, as if turning their heads somehow makes it less real.Being here with the rogues has been strange, and at times deeply uncomfortable, but it’s also opened my eyes to things I hadn’t wanted to see. Things I’d buried under duty, fear, and the weight of tradition. There’s something about the raw honesty here, the lack of polish and hierarchy, that makes it impossible to keep lying to myself. Things need to change.I might not have the same influence over the structured packs as I do here, but that doesn't mean I should stay silent. I can’t stand by anymore and watch the way omegas are treated. Like they're nothing. Like their pain is part of some divine order we were never meant to question.No one else is going to speak up. No one else is going to stand against the alphas. They're all too afraid, or too used to the way things have always been. But I’m not. I don’t care

Rael POVWe knew she was coming. The guards ran in just moments ago, breathless and pale, stammering over themselves as they tried to explain what they had seen. But there was no time to react. The trial had already begun, the cameras were live, and every movement was being watched.We couldn't stop her, not without making it worse.And then she walks in.Fuck!She moves like she owns the ground beneath her feet, and for a moment, I forget to breathe. The power in her is visible, pulsing just beneath her skin. There's fire in the way she carries herself, fury in every step. I just sit there, staring, unable to do anything else as the others rise.She looks at us like we’re filth, and it burns. I know she’s not here for peace. And I know she isn’t going to be gentle about any of it.But this wasn’t my plan. I didn’t send her to the rogues. That was Maddox, or at least, it was mostly caused by him, he didn't warn us of the deal he made with Lyra, he just hoped she would stop.Around the