All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The Blackwood Pack lay quiet beneath the grey light of dawn, as though the world itself were holding its breath.Inside the stone walls of the Alpha’s chamber, the hush was heavy, broken only by the soft creak of bedsheets and the sound of breathing.Becca stirred beneath the thick pelts, the warmth of another body anchoring her in the present. Her eyelids fluttered open, dry and heavy with sleep she barely remembered falling into. The ache in her muscles reminded her of the night before—of the frantic escape, the bloodshed, the devastation. Of Eugene.He lay beside her, one arm tucked beneath the pillow, the other across his torso. Even in sleep, Eugene looked tortured.Becca watched him, unsure what emotion stirred most in her: fear, sorrow, or love.She reached out and let her fingers graze the line of his forearm. His skin was warm, almost feverish. Under her touch, she felt it again—that coiled tension, a tightly wound storm hiding beneath flesh and bone. Her fingers paused

Mira stood in the center of the grand corridor, her ears still ringing with the whispers that had trickled through the mansion all morning. She had passed through rooms where maids and some guards were huddled together and murmuring things that she didn't quite make out all morning. Something felt off, and the tension in the Blackwood mansion was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.She had heard from one of the passing servants that Alpha Eugene had been summoned by the wolf council—an urgent, unexpected move that sent Mira's heart racing with concern. She knew it couldn't be good.The last she had seen of Alpha Eugene, he was still recovering from the chaos that had unfolded in the Vargus pack.He had seemed broken from what had happened but they didn't have to worry about him losing his control anymore because more elixirs had arrived dead in the night.Curious and worried, she approached the servants with a soft voice. “When was Alpha Eugene summoned? Why wasn’t I

The towering doors of the Wolf Council Hall groaned shut with a deep, echoing thud that seemed to reverberate through the earth itself. The sound wasn't just the closing of wood and metal—it was finality, a judgment that loomed over everyone who remained outside.Within those ancient stone walls, hidden from their sight, the fate of Alpha Eugene hung in the balance. The air outside was cold, unusually still. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.Alpha Eugene stood at the steps of the hall like a statue carved from granite—rigid, silent, unreadable. His eyes were locked ahead, unblinking, lips pressed into a tight line. Every line on his face looked like it had been put there by exhaustion and guilt. His shoulders sagged beneath the invisible burden of what he had done… and what had been done to him.Becca stood beside him, close enough that her knuckles brushed against his. Her fingers twitched with the impulse to reach for his hand, to anchor him, to offer even the smallest

The heavy doors of the Wolf Council Hall had barely clicked shut behind them when Alpha Desmond slammed his fist against the corridor wall, the crack echoing through the ancient stone like a war drum. A tapestry fluttered from the impact, dust billowing in the air. Luna Seraphina walked ahead, her gown trailing like fire behind her, her eyes narrowed and gleaming with fury.Neither of them spoke as they ascended the long, winding staircase that led to their quarters. The corridor was cold, lit only by flickering sconces, and with every step, Desmond’s growls became louder, deeper, more guttural. Echoes bounced around the stone halls like restless spirits stirred by rage.At one point, a servant attempted to pass by with a tray of scrolls. Desmond snarled, and the poor boy turned and bolted the other way without a word. Seraphina didn’t even blink.When they finally reached their chambers Seraphina stormed inside. Ava, was already there, folding the ends of a fur cloak onto the

The days following the council’s verdict felt like they dragged on endlessly for Becca. The halls of the mansion were eerily silent, and the tension in the air clung to her skin like a heavy fog. Though the council had declared that Alpha Eugene would remain a contender for Alpha King, the price was steep—probation, constant observation, and mandatory meditation sessions to make sure he truly maintained control over his wolf.But none of that mattered to Becca as much as Eugene’s absence did.She hadn’t seen him in an entire week.No meals together, no walks, no shared glances across the room.Nothing.She hadn’t thought she would feel this much attachment to a person she only married out of necessity.And that's why it hurt more than it was supposed to.She was tired—tired of being left in the dark, tired of walking on eggshells, tired of wondering whether the bond between them still meant anything at all. It felt as if Eugene had locked himself away both physically and emotionall