All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Becca moved swiftly between the wounded wolves, her hands steady and precise as she applied her skills.Outwardly, she was composed and efficient. The perfect Luna healer.But Inside there was a storm in her heart.Every word Eugene had spoken earlier still echoed in her chest.She ground her teeth together as she tightened a bandage around a young wolf’s shoulder. He let out a small yelp, and she immediately softened her grip, her eyes flashing with guilt.“Sorry,” she murmured, brushing his hair away from his brow.“It’s okay, my lady,” the boy whispered. “Doesn’t hurt that bad.”She offered a wan smile, but her heart didn’t budge.It wasn’t his pain that made her angry.It was hers.She was angry for letting her guard slip. Angry for the flutter in her chest, the way her pulse had quickened under his gaze, the warmth of his hands when he kissed her like she mattered.That wasn’t the deal.That was never the deal.This marriage benefited her, and she had told herself a thousand ti

Eugene stepped through the towering arched doors into the private quarters of Luna Seraphina, and the air changed.This was no mere bedroom.It was like a throne room disguised in silk and shadow. A place meant to unsettle.And in the center of it all sat Seraphina.Reclining near the tall, glass-paned windows, she looked more like a goddess than a Luna. Her crimson silk robe draped elegantly over one bare leg, her posture deliberate, unbothered. Her golden eyes lifted, sharp and slow, dragging across Eugene’s tall frame like the stroke of a dagger.“Eugene,” she purred, her lips curling with dangerous delight. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.”He didn’t return the greeting. His stance remained firm, his expression carved from granite.Near the far wall, Ava stood in silence. Her back straight, hands clasped, but her eyes flicked nervously between them. She wasn’t just standing watch—she was listening.“Ava,” Eugene said evenly, though his voice carried a subtle tre

Becca walked briskly down the corridor, her shoes clicking against the stone floor, each step echoing with the weight of her fury. Her wrist still throbbed where Eugene had gripped her, the skin reddened as if marked by ownership. But it wasn’t just the pain that burned.It was the humiliation.The audacity.She could still hear the way his voice had snapped, commanding her like she was nothing more than a servant under his authority. Her jaw clenched at the memory."Who does he think he is?" she thought bitterly. "Grabbing me like that? Ordering me around like I’m some slave to his will?"Her hands tightened into fists at her sides as she turned the final corridor toward the infirmary. And as much as she hated herself for even thinking it—a deeper question gnawed at her gut like a parasite.What were Eugene and Seraphina talking about?He had walked out of the Seraphina's quarters like a man possessed, shadowed, and haunted. There had been something in his eyes. Something hollow

The hallway outside Alpha Eugene’s study stretched endlessly, cloaked in golden afternoon light spilling through towering windows. But Mira didn’t notice the beauty. She wasn’t admiring the rose gardens blooming in neat rows below, or the distant sound of laughter from the training field. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach, as if holding herself together was the only thing keeping her from shattering. She stood by the third window from the left, her back straight against the cool wall, her breathing shallow.She had been waiting for thirty-seven minutes.Becca had gone into Alpha Eugene’s study to request those three maids br transferred to her.The word echoed again in her mind, a cavern of ache where his presence had once lived.Mira didn’t like waiting, especially when she was all alone. Especially when the silence left room for memories—ones she had buried deep inside her chest. And one had just exploded.Jack’s voice.The memories of what had happened in the gard

The morning sun broke through the heavy clouds above the Blackwood training field, its golden rays scattering across the dew-covered grass. Wolves both in human and beast form moved with calculated rhythm, training, sparring, perfecting their footwork under the sharp gazes of their betas and squad captains. Yet even amid the flurry of activity, all eyes occasionally drifted to one figure at the center of it all.Alpha Eugene Blackwood.He stood tall, his powerful frame covered in sweat but far from fatigued. His dark hair was tied behind him in a simple black band, his torso bare save for the thick leather arm guards and the old claw mark that slashed diagonally across his chest—a reminder of the wars of old. His piercing eyes scanned the training ground with the quiet authority of a man who had long mastered dominance.Today, he had already defeated three ranked wolves in training. Not injured them—defeated them. With terrifying precision, he had dodged, countered, and subdued e