Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

LorienI tightened my arms around Caius, holding him against my chest like a shield, though my own knees felt like they could give out at any second. His small body was limp, trembling faintly, sticky with sweat—and mango pulp. Whatever that witch gave him… it wasn’t helping. If anything, it had only made things worse.His fever burned through my shirt, and all I could do was clutch him closer, heart thrashing wildly, trying not to collapse right there in the middle of the hall. My clothes were caked in dirt and dried leaves, crusted with blood from where I’d scraped my hands running through the woods. I must’ve looked insane—ghostlike, ragged, and lost—but none of that mattered.Not when he was still holding her hand.Cassius. Still dancing with her.My vision blurred, not from the fever, not from the exhaustion, but from the bitter, aching twist in my chest that I was too ashamed to name. He had fainted—collapsed the moment he saw me—but even that didn’t make sense. Why faint at all

CassiusI swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the storm churning in my chest.Lorien’s eyes—those cold, empty eyes—met mine like I was a stranger. Not someone who once kissed the curve of his throat, not someone who once held him while he slept. No… Just a stranger.What the hell was I even looking at?It didn’t make sense. None of this did. I didn’t care what excuses were tossed at me—fatigue, fever, some damn illness? It didn’t track. This wasn’t just a cold. This was something else. Something that crawled beneath my skin and made my instincts scream.“I’m not staying here, Cassius,” he said calmly, like I didn’t matter. Like he wasn’t tearing my insides open with every word.I wanted to reach out to him. Gods, I wanted to. Everything in me screamed to grab his wrist, to hold him, to beg him to remember. But I didn’t. I stood there, my fists clenched and my pride snapping at the reins.“If you want to be taken seriously, you’ll do as I say,” I said through my teeth. “You can’t

Lorien"Yes," Cassius said without thinking.The word echoed in the room like a slap—loud, sudden, final.For a heartbeat, I just stood there, staring at him.Then it hit me, the absurdity of it, the timing, the man. A laugh tore out of my throat. Sharp. Bitter. Hollow. Not the kind of laugh you shared with someone. The kind you used to hide a scream. The kind you made when something in you had long snapped.The sound bounced off the walls, jarring and ugly. I laughed so hard my ribs ached. Then, just as quickly, it died. Fell dead and cold in my mouth.I met his eyes. Cold. Stormy. But not unreadable.“That’s the problem, Cassius,” I said, voice low but venomous. “You always think you’re tough when you act like some rude soul with pain in your eyes and shadows on your shoulders. Like you’ve got depth. Like you’re some tortured man worth figuring out.”I took a step toward him, unable to hide the contempt burning in my chest.“But the truth?” I whispered. “You’re just shallow.”His ja

LorienI was shaking. Shaking so hard I could barely breathe, my chest felt like it might cave in under the weight of it all. My fingers were numb, gripped tight around the steering wheel like it was the only thing anchoring me to this world. Pain carved lines through my body—pain from everything that had happened, and fear… gods, the fear was so loud it drowned out everything else.Cassius was beside me. His presence made my skin feel too tight. I didn't want to look at him. I couldn’t. I didn’t trust what I’d do if I did. The memory of his hand on mine still burned—a flicker of something unwanted, something too dangerous to name trying to rise in me. I shoved it down. Now wasn’t the time for feelings. Not for attraction, not for hate. Only fear. Only Caius.Twice. Twice in one night.The thought hit me like a stone to the chest.Twice in one night, my baby had collapsed. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t okay. And that’s what made the panic worse—because if I lost him…No. I wasn’t go

CassiusI pushed a slice of toast across my plate with the side of my fork, the golden crust already going soggy in the yolk of my eggs. I wasn’t really hungry. My stomach turned every time I let my thoughts wander, but I couldn’t help it—not when the memory of Lorien’s lips pressed beneath my thumb played over and over in my mind like a damn reel I couldn’t stop.I shifted in my seat, adjusting the discomfort growing in my pants with a frustrated sigh. Pathetic. I’m a grown man. An Alpha. Get it together.But no matter how hard I tried to focus on something else—the dull hum of the kitchen staff cleaning dishes in the background, the faint ticking of the ornate grandfather clock near the wall—my thoughts kept circling back. The feel of Lorien’s breath against my skin. The way my body responded before I even realized it. It was maddening. Addictive. Like tasting something forbidden after years of starvation.Across the table, Julian was already halfway through his coffee, phone in han