All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LorienI pulled at my hair, the strands twisting between my fingers as my thoughts spiraled out of control. My heart pounded wildly, thudding against my ribs like a war drum. Where were they? Where were my boys?“Dammit!” I hissed under my breath, pacing back and forth across the cold tiles of the guesthouse.Everything was a blur—every thought, every possibility, every scenario. None of them made any sense except one: my children were gone, and I had no idea where. My mind raced with wild theories, flashing with images of Caius and Lucian wandering into danger, of someone taking them, of Cassius doing something unthinkable.I growled low, a sound that vibrated from deep in my chest. Going to Cassius had crossed my mind more times than I could count, but what good would that do? He hadn't been helpful since I arrived. All he'd given me was cold glares and stony silence, like my very existence offended him. Like the past we shared—no, the future we lost—was a stain he couldn’t scrub cl

Cassius“Yes,” Lorien said honestly.That one word felt like it had been carved out of the air and shoved straight into my chest. It knocked the breath from my lungs, leaving nothing but a hollow ache behind. There was no tremble in his voice. No doubt. Just truth. Cold, clean, and final.I looked down at the floor, gripping the edge of the wall like it was the only thing holding me up. My insides twisted, a sick heat rising in my gut. I could hear my own pulse pounding in my ears, louder than anything else in the clinic hallway. Louder than Lorien’s voice. Louder than reason.He had meant it.He had really meant it.And that terrified me more than anything else ever had.Even after everything I’d done, everything I’d ruined, I still wanted him. I wanted our children. I wanted to go back—back to the beginning, before I made every wrong choice I could have made. I didn’t care anymore about how it worked, about how he’d carried life inside him. That didn’t matter. What mattered was him.

CassiusWhen I arrived at the hospital, the scent of disinfectant hit me first—sharp and sterile, clinging to the air like it was trying too hard to wash away something rotten. The doctor met me at the hallway, hands clasped behind his back, face unreadable. I hated that look. The one professionals wore when they wanted to say too much and nothing at all.“They’re okay,” he said, nodding toward the direction of their rooms. “But don’t do anything to upset them. Especially the older one. He’s… sensitive right now.”I nodded grimly, jaw tight. My mind spun with thoughts of Lucian. Of that moment in the clearing. Of how cold and empty his eyes had looked when he tried to bleed himself dry in front of me.The guilt stuck to my skin like oil. It made me sick. I clenched my fists and breathed through it.Lucian.He was the one I needed to see first. I had to know what was going on in that head of his—what he was thinking, what he was planning. I was afraid he’d try again. That maybe this ti

LorienThe words were barely out of my mouth when I saw it.Cassius’s eyes bulged like someone had slapped him with reality—like the air had been sucked out of his lungs and he didn’t know how to breathe again. And for a moment, I hated the way it made me feel. Not relief. Not satisfaction.Just more damn exhaustion.I rubbed the back of my neck, swallowing the bitter taste in my mouth. I was so tired. Since I’d stepped foot in this godforsaken pack, I hadn’t had a single moment to just breathe. Everything was war. Secrets unraveling, pain resurfacing, Cassius showing up like a ghost I never asked to see again.And now this—being forced to spill truths I swore I’d carry to the grave.All while he hadn’t even said—not once—that he wanted them. Not truly. Not because they were his sons. It made me wonder… would he only want them now that they weren’t just normal kids? Now that they were rare, powerful, hunted?But I didn’t have the luxury of options anymore.Caius was dying.And I didn’

CassiusI woke up drowning in it.Need.Not just desire—need. Raw, clawing, brutal. It had me by the throat the moment my eyes opened, and it hadn't let go since.Lorien.His scent was everywhere—in my sheets, in the fabric of my clothes, under my skin like poison I’d willingly swallowed.I was starving for him.Not just his body, but his presence. His voice. His touch. The way he used to look at me, like I meant something, like I wasn’t just an Alpha but his Alpha.Before I ruined everything.There was movement in the room. A rustle of cloth. A soft clink.A maid.She placed a plate of fruit down on the table, head bowed, her presence small and careful. But she may as well have been a ghost.I didn’t even register her properly. All I could think about was him. The hollow space in my bed where he should’ve been. The echo of his voice from last night, biting and angry and right.What the hell had I been thinking?Julian’s voice rang in my head again like a bitter echo: He’s weak. He’s