Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

LorienThree years later“I brought back the gold,” I said as I stood before Alpha Matthias’s desk. My voice was low, calm, practiced. “And the counterfeit guns too. Hidden in the same crates as planned.”The office was dim, the heavy curtains drawn to block out the early evening light. Smoke curled from the cigar in the ashtray beside him. Matthias didn’t look up right away. He was pouring himself a drink, his movements lazy but deliberate, each flick of his wrist exuding power he didn’t have to prove.“And?” he finally asked, arching a brow as he slowly leaned back in his leather chair.“There’s trouble coming,” I said. My fingers tightened at my sides. “A Blood Fang associate. One of the mafia-centered packs. They're planning to attack us.”That got his attention. The glass paused midway to his lips.“Why?” His tone sharpened, losing its casual edge.I met his eyes squarely. “Revenge. For the princess. You killed her, remember?”A long silence stretched between us. He finally sippe

LorienThat night, I sat outside the little cottage, the sky wide and dark above me, filled with stars that felt too distant to matter. The cool night wind brushed against my face, rustling the low trees that surrounded our quiet shelter. In my hand, I cradled a half-full glass of pale wine—something I’d lifted during one of my less-than-noble heists. I wasn’t proud of that, but tonight, I needed something to dull the ache.The ache always came at night.It crept in through cracks I’d patched up during the day, seeping into my bones and whispering old memories. The kind I didn’t want but couldn’t stop.I closed my eyes, tipped the glass against my lips, and drank slowly.The night I walked in on him—Cassius, with a woman—it replayed in flashes like a cruel movie reel that never ended. The way he looked at her. The curve of his hand around her waist. His mouth on hers. As if I had never existed. As if we hadn’t shared something sacred. As if I hadn't bled for loving him.It was so easy

LorienJust as the last of the intruders dropped at my feet, I didn’t wait for the dust to settle.I ran—like a man possessed. Like a father who’d nearly lost everything. My boots hit the earth hard, lungs burning as I crossed the blood-streaked clearing. Each heartbeat was a scream in my chest, hammering against my ribs with the same ferocity as the war that had just ended. The metallic tang of blood filled the air—some of it theirs, some of it ours. Smoke curled into the darkening sky, the remnants of battle crackling like whispers of death.Lucian and Caius were still by the tree. My boys. My babies.A sound escaped me—half gasp, half sob—as I dropped to my knees and pulled them into my arms. I crushed them against me, arms trembling with the effort to keep them safe, to reassure myself they were still here, still breathing. The scent of their hair, warm with sweat and smoke, grounded me like nothing else.My breath came in broken pants, chest heaving with more than exertion. My he

LorienI was shaking. Not from the cold or the exhaustion, but from something far worse—realization. The kind that sits heavy in your chest and claws at your gut like it’s trying to dig its way out. It wasn’t just dread—it was the sharp, bone-deep ache of being reminded once again just how powerless I truly was.I sat in silence, my arms wrapped tightly around Lucian, who trembled against me, his small fingers twisted into the fabric of my shirt. Both of us sat frozen, our eyes fixed on Caius’s body laid across the cot, too still, too pale. His chest barely rose beneath the worn linen, his breath so shallow it was almost imperceptible. His little fingers didn’t twitch. His lips were turning that horrible grey-blue shade I had seen once before—right before his last fever had nearly taken him.And yet, despite everything—despite the urgency, the fear, the choking panic—I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. The room felt warped, like a nightmare, like the world had shifted just slightly off

CassiusI shot upright in bed, chest heaving, skin damp with sweat. The sheets were tangled around my legs, clinging like a second skin. My breathing came shallow, uneven, and my fists clenched the fabric until my knuckles turned white.“Not again,” I muttered under my breath, swallowing down the raw heat still pulsing through me.The dream had felt too real—Lorien’s scent, his voice, his body under mine, the sensation of being inside him. The intensity of it made my head throb. I dragged a hand down my face, willing the image to disappear, but it wouldn’t leave.It never did.I stared at the ceiling, jaw tight, my body betraying me with an ache I didn’t want to name. The urge to touch myself was maddening, coiling low in my abdomen. My hand hovered near my waistband before I slammed it against the mattress in frustration.“What the hell is wrong with me?”I threw off the blanket and stalked to the bathroom. The cold tiles underfoot did nothing to calm me. I stepped into the shower an