Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Max paced the forest floor, his boots crunching the dry leaves beneath them. Desmond, the ever-arrogant Alpha, moved beside him, his presence a constant weight on Max’s shoulders. They had reached the outskirts of the Vargus pack’s territory, the scent of pine and the distant sounds of the pack’s everyday life surrounding them. The trees grew dense, their thick trunks casting shadows over the ground as the two wolves moved deeper into enemy territory.The tension between them was palpable. Max couldn’t hold his anger in any longer.“This is your fault, Desmond,” Max hissed, his voice low but seething.Desmond didn’t even glance at him. He kept walking with his chin lifted high, as if he could ignore the fire that burned in Max’s chest. “You’re still whining about that? Eugene made his own decisions, Max. He knew exactly what he was doing when he ran off.”Max’s hands curled into fists, his jaw clenching with frustration. “He went to rescue Becca! You didn’t care about her. You d

Becca ran a hand through her hair, pacing the storage room with an urgency that betrayed her composed facade. Her boots thudded softly against the stone floor, echoing between the shelves of glass vials and ancient tomes lining the walls."I know," she muttered. "He’s fighting the sedative already. That dosage should have knocked out a full-grown direwolf for half a day. But Eugene’s not just any wolf—he’s an Alpha. When his mind goes, the wolf takes over. And the wolf doesn’t sleep."Mira’s voice trembled. "So what do we do? What happens when he wakes up and he just wants to get violent?"Becca stopped pacing. Her eyes narrowed with purpose. "We need a stronger compound. One that can suppress his motor functions without harming him.""You have something like that?""I have the recipe. The theory. But I need the right base element... something natural that binds with his mind and calms him down. Almost like his elixir but not as strong." She paused, her expression darkening. "The o

Becca returned to the infirmary, her boots clicking softly against the polished stone floors, her breath coming in uneven bursts. The heavy double doors creaked as she pushed them open. Inside, Mira looked up immediately from the counter, her hazel eyes reflected both surprise and concern.“You’re back,” Mira said, the tension in her voice betraying how long she had been waiting. “The mixture is nearly ready. What happened? Why were you summoned so suddenly?”Becca fingers trembled slightly, and she clenched them into a fist to steady herself.“They know,” she said quietly. “About Eugene.”Mira froze. The color drained from her face.“What?”“They asked me outright if I was harboring him,” Becca said, her voice hoarse. “I had to pretend and act shocked then deny everything like my life depended on it. Because it probably does.”Mira’s hands clenched around the edge of the counter. Her mind raced through every possible scenario, every conversation they’d had, every step they had ta

The streets of the Vargus Pack buzzed with life—merchants peddled rare herbs, blacksmiths hammered steel, and children laughed as they ran between buildings. This entire peaceful atmosphere seemed to irritate and annoy only one person as he stalked the streets that praised Becca’s name like she was the moon goddess herself. Alpha Desmond, dressed in borrowed clothes that concealed his true identity, walked calmly through the vibrant chaos, his eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. The one thing that made a smile appear on his face was the memory of what he had sowed in the minds of the high ranking wolves and also Alpha King Thessarion.The outcome of his mission had been better than he had expected and all that was left was for him to watch as Becca would be treated like the trash she is.The sun bathed the cobblestones in gold, but Desmond’s presence carried a shadow all its own.He walked with a subtle swagger, smiling smugly. His mind kept on replaying his earlier meeting

The taste of Becca still lingered on Eugene's lips—sweet, strange, like a memory half-remembered from a dream, slipping through the cracks of his consciousness. It had been a kiss of desperation and salvation, a lifeline thrown into the storm of his unraveling mind. But now, as the world slowed to reveal its ruins, that kiss faded beneath the suffocating weight of reality.The screams returned first—faint echoes of terror that still seemed to cling to the broken air. Then came the smell of burnt wood and burned flesh, hot and unforgiving. The groan of fractured beams giving way. The sputter of flames not yet fully extinguished.Eugene blinked. The fog of bloodlust lifted, and the truth struck like a blade to the chest.Smoke curled in ghostly tendrils from the splintered remains of what had once been the Vargus mansion’s central courtyard. The earth was a churned mess of ash, mud, and crimson. Bodies lay all about—some deathly still, others writhing in agony. Wolves all broken,