All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Becca stepped into the courtyard outside the infirmary, the morning sun just peeking above the treetops, spilling pale gold across the clearing. She stood there for a moment, the cool air nipping at her cheeks, letting it seep into her lungs like a balm. But even the freshness of morning couldn’t clear the heaviness lodged in her chest. Why does it hurt so much? she wondered, wrapping her arms tight around herself. Why do I care what he said in his fever?“Becca?”She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of her name. Mira was jogging toward her from the direction of the pack house, her braid bouncing against her back. Mira’s eyes, usually so lively, grew instantly worried when they landed on Becca’s pale face and trembling hands.“Becca,” Mira repeated softly, stopping in front of her. “What happened? You look like you’ve been up all night.”“I was,” Becca admitted with a strained laugh. “Eugene was worse than we thought. The fever… it nearly took him. I had to watch him, m

The late afternoon sun poured a honeyed glow across the mansion’s grand courtyard, lighting up the stone walls with warmth. Ava’s heels clicked on the polished floor of the west wing as she strolled beside Luna Seraphina. Ava’s eyes sparkled with mischievous triumph as she leaned close to her Luna.“You should have seen Becca’s face, Luna,” Ava said, her voice soft and giddy with malice. “She was pale as milk. I heard her telling Mira how Eugene called her Kaelyn last night. He was delirious, apparently, but you should have heard the crack in her voice when she said it.”Seraphina gave a low, musical laugh that echoed against the stone pillars. “So our stoic Becca was finally reminded she’s not so secure after all.”“Oh, it was delightful,” Ava continued eagerly, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. “I didn’t even have to do much—just a whisper here, a suggestion there. I told her Kaelyn has been casting those innocent eyes at Alpha Eugene, practically throwing herself at him.”Se

The low hum of the morning wind swept through the corridors of the Blackwood estate, carrying the scent of dew-soaked earth and the faint tang of blood. Eugene winced as he swung his legs over the side of the infirmary bed. His arm pulsed with a dull, stubborn pain that radiated from the angry dark wound just above his elbow — the price he had paid for fending off rogue wolves in the woods the night before.Even as the poison still lingered in his veins, the Alpha’s eyes burned with unspent rage. His breath came slow and measured, but each inhale was a struggle against the sharp ache knotted in his arm. Two male servants stood by his side, their faces pale with worry. One held out Eugene’s heavy black Alpha robe lined with silver embroidery, while the other adjusted the leather belt around his waist.“You shouldn’t be moving so soon, Alpha,” one of the servants dared to whisper, voice trembling.Eugene’s eyes flashed with cold steel. “I decide when I move,” he said flatly, shrugg

The heavy door slammed shut behind Desmond as he stormed into his room, the walls of the dimly lit chamber vibrating with his fury. The air felt tight, charged with an anger so sharp it might split the stone itself. Seraphina slipped in after him, her eyes gleaming with venomous intensity, and Jack followed, his steps tentative but his expression deeply troubled.The tension in the air was so thick, it could be cut by a knife. Desmond’s fists clenched and unclenched as he paced before the large fireplace. “Did you see them, Seraphina? Did you see those fools?” His voice thundered off the walls, rattling the few ornate paintings that adorned them. “They didn’t move. Not one guard obeyed me. They acted like I was nobody. Like I was some low-born omega!” He slammed his fist into the mantel, sending a crystal vase crashing to the ground.Seraphina’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. “Eugene is getting too comfortable with his power. The guards look at him and see an Alpha king. Th

The late afternoon sun filtered through the thin veil of clouds, casting a pale, golden light across the courtyard of the mansion.The air was cool and crisp, scented with earth and pine needles. Inside, tension crackled like an electric storm.Kyra walked with purpose, her boots hitting against the floor. She held a letter in her hand, its creamy parchment already creased from being read too many times. The wax seal, broken cleanly, bore the emblem of the Steel Jawbone Pack—Kaelyn’s family crest. Kyra’s eyes lifted to where Kaelyn stood near the window, staring out as if the answers to her turmoil lay somewhere among the swaying trees.“Kaelyn,” Kyra began, her voice low but firm. “I’ve received your father’s response.”Kaelyn turned slowly, her long blonde hair catching the light. She tried to hide the way her heart twisted in her chest. “And what did he say?”Kyra took a deep breath. “He has ordered us to return to the Northern cliffs at once. He fears for your safety, especia