All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CassiusJulian was already inside my room when I got there.I didn’t like that.Didn’t like the familiarity.Didn’t like the timing.Didn’t like the look on his face.He straightened from where he was leaning against the wall like he belonged there. Like he hadn’t nearly shattered every bit of trust between us.“I want to talk,” he said carefully.I raised a brow, already tired. “We’ve done enough talking, Julian.”My voice came out flat, detached. I was too worn down for theatrics, too disillusioned to fake interest. My soul felt like it had been chewed up, spat out, and stomped on. I was barely holding myself together.Julian’s eyes flickered. “Please, Cassius. Just this once. Hear me out.”“Talking isn’t going to fix anything. If words fixed things, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” I walked past him, peeled off my jacket, and tossed it onto the chair.He didn’t move.I wanted him gone. I wanted to breathe.But Julian was good at this.He always knew how to hold just enough emotion in

LorienI didn’t want to call him.I shouldn’t have called him.But I did anyway.And of course—he didn’t pick up.I stared at the screen, the call icon fading out, my fingers trembling slightly. I gritted my teeth, ending the call, and let out a low, harsh curse. “Damn you, Cassius,” I muttered. “Letting your emotions get the best of you like always.”He was angry. I got it.But I was exhausted. And scared. And tired of being the only one trying.I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, rubbing my temples, trying not to think of the fact that the boys were still asleep in the other room of the cottage, that Lucian was still weak, that Caius still thought their father was avoiding them on purpose.And maybe he was.“Damn you, Mathias,” I spat, standing up suddenly. “Damn you for kissing me that night. Damn you for showing up. Damn you for everything.”The walls were closing in on me.I didn’t want to be in the guest house, but the cottage didn’t feel like safety either. So I walked.

LorienI didn’t want to be here.Every step I took felt heavier than the last. The gazes, the whispers, the memories—they all clung to my skin like a second layer of filth. This pack had done nothing but hurt me. It had stolen years from me, stolen my dignity, tried to steal my children. And now I stood here, watching the man who had hurt me the most take the center of the stage—my mate. Cassius.He looked powerful as he stood under the afternoon sun, his back straight, voice like a blade. The way his jaw flexed, the cold gleam in his eye—it was everything I hated and everything I craved. I hated how he could make my heart stutter even now, even after all he’d put me through. And worst of all, my mind kept looping back to what we had done earlier, the way he had touched me like he still remembered every curve, every scar, every part of me that still belonged to him. I’d acted like I didn’t care. Like I was above all of it.But the warmth of his mouth still lingered on my skin, and I w

CassiusI sat at my desk, eyes fixed on the wall, but I wasn’t seeing anything. My thoughts were a tangled mess—an endless maze I couldn’t escape. The silence of my office was heavy, but I couldn’t bring myself to break it. For the first time in my life, I had no idea what to do.This pack—my pack—the Ironclad Pack my father had built with blood, sweat, and unshakable will, was falling apart right under my command. And the terrifying part wasn’t just the betrayal, or the sickness that plagued my sons, or the elders trying to twist the truth. It was that I was starting to see just how much of the rot had begun from within.I slowly pulled open the drawer and took out the folded sketch I’d kept hidden there. It was a pencil portrait of Isabella—elegant lines and soft shadows. My father had commissioned it himself. According to him and Julian, she was supposed to be my equal. My partner. A force that would complement mine.But the longer I stared at her image, the more my chest burned wi

LorienI couldn’t hold it in any longer.“What is going on?” I asked, staring between the two of them like they had grown matching sets of horns.Cassius and Antoinette—yes, Antoinette—burst into laughter, throwing their heads back like I had just told the best joke in the world. The two of them looked like they hadn’t seen each other in years, and the tension that had been practically boiling earlier was now gone like mist in sunlight.Antoinette grinned at me, his eyes shining with amusement. “You really fell for it, didn’t you?”Cassius smirked beside me, smug as always. “Don’t feel bad, love. I didn’t warn you on purpose.”I blinked. “You two were playing a prank on me?”Antoinette nodded, clearly proud. “I just wanted this arrogant cousin of mine to beg a little. Maybe see some humility for once.”Cassius scoffed. “Please. I didn’t beg.”“You did,” Antoinette said with a snicker. “You just did it with your chest puffed out.”I folded my arms and shook my head. “You people are ins