Semua Bab The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Bab 31 - Bab 40

CassiusThe glass in my hand trembled, amber liquid sloshing dangerously near the rim.I paced.The room was dim, save for the firelight flickering along the stone walls. My shadows stretched tall and twitchy, like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to follow or flee from me. I took another sip—sharp, burning. It didn’t help.Nothing ever did.“I told her we’d do it tonight,” I muttered under my breath. “That I’d finally take her to bed.”I could still see Isabella’s expectant smile from earlier, her painted lips, her perfectly arranged hair. She was beautiful, but cold in a way that made my skin crawl sometimes.I had smiled at her. Lied.A promise made in desperation.A memory returned like bile—red, hot, and impossible to hold back.The night I got the news that Lorien was dead.I hadn’t even changed out of my bloodied clothes. I’d walked right into her room, still reeking of violence and grief, and kissed her like I could bleed the pain out of my mouth.She let me. She wanted it.

MatthiasThe bitter taste of smoke filled my lungs, and for once, it wasn’t the kind I craved.I exhaled slowly, watching the curling stream rise in lazy spirals above my head. The stick between my fingers was carved from dark mahogany, inlaid with tiny silver runes. My personal piece—custom-made, enchanted to preserve the burn longer. Only the finest for Alpha Matthias Delacroix.And yet today, it tasted like ash.“Damn it,” I muttered, grinding my teeth. I flicked the ash into the crystal tray beside the velvet armchair and leaned back, the weight of fury anchoring me deeper into the cushions. The weed barely tempered the fire in my blood. It coiled in my chest, tighter with every passing second.Four months. Four goddamn months of planning.Gone.Burned to hell like dry parchment in a wildfire.I wanted blood. I wanted to rip something apart with my bare hands—tear skin from bone, shred muscle, hear the satisfying crunch of cartilage under pressure.No—better. I wanted Cassius.His

LorienThe scent of lavender clung faintly to the walls, but no matter how soft the sheets or clean the kitchen, the house didn’t feel like mine. Kieran had dropped me off two days ago with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes and a promise that things would “settle in.” I’d believed him—for a moment. Then he introduced Amy.The nanny stood stiffly by the door, her hands clasped in front of her like she was in mourning. Her expression didn’t shift, not even when Lucien cooed at her with a gummy smile. She simply inclined her head slightly, like she was memorizing him for a report.I didn’t like her.“She’s here to help,” Kieran had insisted when I pulled him aside that same day. “You can’t do this alone, Lorien. You need to recover. Alpha Matthias will want you back at work soon.”“I *can* do this alone,” I’d snapped, keeping my voice low so the twins wouldn’t sense the tension. “I’ve *been* doing this alone.”Kieran’s jaw tightened, but his voice was calm. “You were barely standing whe

Lorien“I-It wasn’t my fault,” I stammered, backing away from Alpha Mathias’s touch as my voice cracked. “What happened back in the Blood Fang Pack… I didn’t mean for it to happen. I—I was trying to protect my sons. That’s all I was doing. You have to understand that.”I kept retreating until my back hit the wall. My breath came in short, uneven bursts, and my heart thudded so loudly in my ears that I barely heard my own words.Alpha Mathias didn’t move. He stood still, watching me with that unreadable expression—an edge of frustration beneath his calm exterior.“You were spying,” he said, voice low and unyielding. “Even if it was unintentional, Lorien, you fed information to the enemy.”My throat tightened. “No—I didn’t know! I swear, I didn’t know Julian was listening, or that he’d traced me. I would never have led danger here on purpose.”“You ask me to understand, but how can I trust you,” he murmured, “when you won’t even give me the chance to love you? To care for you?”His words

LorienI was still reeling from what had just happened. The image of that glow—the way it danced around Caius like some silent, ancient guardian—hadn’t left my mind. But what haunted me even more was the sinking feeling curling at the edges of my chest.I hadn’t done anything useful for this pack. Not really.Sure, I’d completed a few well-calculated missions. Smuggled in some high-demand narcotics the pack relied on. Killed three people.I forced that last thought back into the dark place I kept it. I didn’t want to think about the blood that still lingered beneath my nails, even after so many washes.But when it came to the one thing that might’ve truly mattered—helping Matthias secure drugs from my former pack—I’d been absolutely useless. Every lead I’d chased had turned cold. Every route, blocked. And I hated that it made me feel disposable again. Replaceable. Like my only worth was in what I could do, not who I was.The conversation I’d just had with Matthias had already left a s