Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

The handkerchief was soft against Eugene’s damp skin as he dabbed away the remnants of the cold water that had just washed over his face. The copper basin near the edge of the training field reflected the early morning sunlight, glinting gold against the dark, dew-soaked grass. His breath slowed as he looked up, the sounds of the estate’s courtyard pressing in around him like a well-worn cloak.The training field was busy this morning. The sounds of weapons could still be heard, and the scent of sweat lingered in the air. Most of the warriors were now retiring to go to eat, wash, or tend to wounds—physical or otherwise.And yet, she had remained.She had handed him the handkerchief silently, appearing as if summoned by thought. Her approach had made no sound. Her steps were too light, too careful. A shadow that chose to reveal itself.Her expression was composed, refined, and utterly unreadable. A quiet smile played on her lips—neither inviting nor cold, but something far more

The late evening breeze moved through the slightly open window of Alpha Eugene’s bedroom, stirring the curtains to be dancing in the air. The deepening dusk bled a soft amber light into the room, casting long shadows across the floor and the walls. Eugene stood by the carved oak armoire, his strong fingers unbuttoning his shirt. The white shift slid off his broad shoulders, revealing the thick cords of muscle that rippled beneath his skin. Scars, both old and faded, marked his body like history carved in flesh. The most prominent ran diagonally across his left pects — a reminder of the rogue attack that had nearly taken his life three winters ago.He exhaled softly as he folded the shirt and placed it neatly on the bed, his mind momentarily adrift. Thoughts of the training ground earlier that day, the sudden meeting with the blond she-wolf, and his growing tension with Becca all weighed heavily on him.Undoing the belt of his trousers, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, re

The midday sun filtered through the half-open wooden shutters of the Blackwood Pack infirmary, casting warm rays over the polished oak floors and shelves lined with jars, dried herbs, and handwritten scrolls. The scent of lavender, rosemary, and crushed mint mingled in the air, soothing the nerves and setting a calm atmosphere. It was a sanctuary of learning, healing, and quiet discipline — and at its center stood Luna Becca and her new apprentice, Kaelyn.Kaelyn knelt beside the long wooden table, her attention fixed on the open herbology book Becca had laid out. Her fingers hovered over neatly arranged samples of fresh plants.Her hair was braided over one shoulder, her skin glowing in the golden light, and even in her simplest cotton dress, she looked ethereal. Her quiet curiosity and determination to learn gave her a grace that went beyond beauty — and yet, it was her beauty that seemed to cause the most disruption.Becca noticed the shifting movement near the infirmary entran

The heavy oak doors of the dining hall creaked open with a soft groan as Alpha Eugene stepped inside, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow under the flickering chandelier light. The scent of roasted venison, baked potatoes, and garlic-seasoned greens filled the air, but he barely registered the aroma. His mind was elsewhere—busy and preoccupied.At the long table in the center of the grand room, dishes had already been arranged with meticulous care. Silverware gleamed under the golden glow of hanging lights and everything was set perfectly, but Eugene’s eyes scanned the table for only one thing—or rather, one person.She wasn’t there.Max trailed behind him.He had received reports on the rogue wolves Eugene had instructed him to monitor.“They’ve moved southeast from their last reported location,” Max said, his voice low and clipped. “Desmond and Seraphina made contact with a group of known rogues three nights ago. That group has been traveling dangerously close to the Ashroc

The infirmary door creaked open with a reluctant groan as Mira pushed it, her fingers trembling slightly from the combination of frustration and exhaustion. The sterile scent of antiseptic stung her nose, and the soft fluorescent lights hummed above, washing the room in a dull, lifeless glow. Becca stormed in behind her, her shoes sounding furiously on the polished floor as if she wanted every step to echo her rage."Can you believe him?" Becca spat. “Who does Eugene think he is? Telling me if I don’t eat with him, then I don’t eat at all? What kind of manipulative, arrogant, insecure, tyrannical—""Becca," Mira said gently, though her voice wavered from the pressure mounting in her chest. "I know. I heard him."Becca’s fists clenched at her sides. Her long long swished as she paced, her brows drawn tightly together. “I can’t stand him. He thinks he can control me just because of who he is. Well, guess what? I’m not his damn possession. I’m not some little pet who’s going to beg