All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CassiusI woke with a jolt, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. The sudden rush of anxiety hit me like a freight train, my breath shallow as my senses heightened. I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at the old clock on the wall. It read 2 a.m. The darkness of the room pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Something wasn’t right. My wolf was pacing anxiously in the back of my mind, urging me to do something, to move. But what? I couldn’t explain it. The feeling, the sense that Lorien was in danger, was palpable. I shifted in bed, restless, my mind spinning. Lorien. I hadn’t thought about him as much as I should have—at least not consciously. I’d pushed everything about my mate aside, buried it beneath layers of denial. But tonight, it was as if the world was forcing me to remember. I couldn’t shake the feeling, and it gnawed at me, making it impossible to lie still. My wolf wouldn’t stop nagging me, the constant reminder that I was the reason Lorien wasn’t here

LorienThe world felt distant—like I was sinking into water, the edges of everything blurring, fading. Each sound came muffled, like it had to push through a thick fog just to reach me. My legs wouldn’t hold me. My knees buckled, but I didn’t fall—not quite. I swayed instead, arms limp at my sides, and when I tried to raise them, to hold myself together, they only shook.My hands trembled uncontrollably, small broken sobs tearing free from my throat before I could stop them. They felt raw, like they were scraped out of me. I hated how weak I felt, how clearly my omega instincts bared themselves under the weight of fear and exhaustion. My whole body was trembling with it—not from cold, but from the collapse of everything I’d held together until now.A shadow moved toward me—tall, imposing—and my body tensed. My heart leapt into my throat, panic spiking as my instincts screamed run even though I had nowhere to go. The forest was behind me, thick and silent, and there was blood, his blo

LorienThree days had passed since Damon’s death, but the ache inside me felt older, like something worn smooth by time. The healers said my wounds should have closed within a day, but I wasn’t surprised that they hadn’t. Omegas always took longer to heal—weaker, they said, as if it was a curse stitched into our skin. At least now the pain had dulled into something bearable. I could breathe without wincing. I could move without feeling like my body was betraying me. But there was something else gnawing at me now, something more confusing than broken ribs or bruised pride. It was Alpha Matthias. The way he hovered, the way he smiled like he was proud just to see me awake—it was overwhelming. And it made my heart flutter strangely, in a way I didn’t know how to handle. Because Matthias was kind. He was patient, gentle in a way I had never experienced. Not even Cassius, for all the times he had kissed me soft and slow when no one was looking, had ever treated me the way Matthia

LorienMatthias’s grip on my waist tightened, pulling me back to him, and I could feel every inch of his chest pressed against my back. My breath hitched, and the world seemed to narrow to the space between us, the heat of his body seeping into mine. I should pull away, tell him to stop, but the words lodged in my throat, too heavy to be spoken. “You’re avoiding me,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear, his voice so low it almost seemed like a confession. His hands slid around to my front, slowly sliding up my stomach, pulling me even closer.“I’m not avoiding you,” I answered, my voice flat, almost as if I were trying to convince myself more than him. “I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine.” His tone was patient, like he was studying me, piecing together some puzzle I wasn’t sure I wanted him to figure out.I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of his touch, the overwhelming pull of his proximity. “I’m just... busy.”“Busy pretending,” he added, and there was a subtle bite t

ZuriaThe silence in the hospital was deafening.Each tick of the clock on the wall echoed like thunder in my ears. My fingers trembled in my lap, clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. The smell of antiseptic made my stomach churn—not with nausea, but dread.Danny had driven like a man possessed, ignoring traffic lights, muttering prayers under his breath. I had never seen him like that. And now, he sat somewhere outside this room while I sat on the edge of a cold hospital bed, waiting to hear if the worst had already happened.My mind wouldn’t stop racing. What if I’d already lost them? What if the bleeding meant they were gone and there was nothing left inside me but emptiness? My babies. The ones I had once tried to ignore, to forget about. But now the thought of losing them felt like someone was tearing open my chest.Please, just let them be okay. I didn’t mean to be careless. I didn’t mean to hurt them. Hot tears blurred my vision. I couldn’t breathe.I had told myself